<?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-5722120</id><updated>2012-01-22T10:38:23.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations for the soul and stories from heart</title><subtitle type='html'>"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind." ~ Matt 22:37</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-3665478426849801032</id><published>2010-04-17T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:55:56.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><summary type='text'>People say that love is blind. You will never understand what it means until you experience it yourself. People have their own standard and image in mind on how their perfect partner suppose to look like. Good looking, pretty well off, etc. But once you fall for somebody, it doesn't matter how they look like. It's all really about how the person treats you. How they care for you, love you and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3665478426849801032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=3665478426849801032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/3665478426849801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/3665478426849801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2010/04/love_17.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-2467292805895790549</id><published>2007-04-01T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:38:52.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Stranded~</title><summary type='text'>Stranded(Kristy Kusuma)(November 13, 2004)“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created things, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” ~Romans 8:38-9Lord, I am stranded in the middle of the desertI am lost and I don’t know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/2467292805895790549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=2467292805895790549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/2467292805895790549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/2467292805895790549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2007/04/stranded.html' title='~Stranded~'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-247096978931362422</id><published>2007-04-01T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:36:10.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Remember~</title><summary type='text'>Remember(Kristy Kusuma)(May 8, 2003)Lord, I felt so lowOnly pain and sorrow in meLife seemed meaninglessI did not have the strength anymoreTo face all the trials and tribulationsGiving up showed itself as the best choice‘I can’t do this’ kept echoing in my mindI was ready to let goLord, I cried to you once againBefore I let everything diedLord, forgive me, I can’t take this anymoreSuddenly I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/247096978931362422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=247096978931362422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/247096978931362422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/247096978931362422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember.html' title='~Remember~'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-3510698258226234290</id><published>2007-03-02T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:29:34.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With All My Heart</title><summary type='text'>by Joann RosarioIn this quiet place with You,I bow before Your thrownI bare the deepest part of me,To You and You aloneI keep no secrets,For there is no fault You have not knownI bring my pastAnd all the restTo You I lay them downWith all my heartI want to love You LordAnd live my lifeEach day to know You moreAll that is in meIs Yours completelyI'll serve You, only YouWith all my heartYou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/3510698258226234290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=3510698258226234290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/3510698258226234290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/3510698258226234290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2007/03/with-all-my-heart.html' title='With All My Heart'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-4523456402080068501</id><published>2007-03-01T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:30:31.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God keeps the key</title><summary type='text'>taken from Streams in the Desert366 Daily Devotional Readings by L.B. CowmanIt is interesting to study the way God extended His guidance to these early messengers of the Cross. It consisted mainly in prohibiting their movement when they attempted to take a course other than the right one. When they wanted to turn to the left toward Asia, He stopped them. When they sought to turn to the right, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4523456402080068501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=4523456402080068501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/4523456402080068501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/4523456402080068501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-keeps-key.html' title='God keeps the key'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-4924439868198845278</id><published>2007-03-01T02:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:31:40.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><summary type='text'>I have been meaning to put up this post for the longest time (since Valentine's Day - okay, not that long). I know I have been absent for more than a year...I think I'm coming back now...planning on updating my blog more often.This is written by our pastor, Pastor B.J. Tatum of Canaan Missionary Baptist Church, and I just love it. I read it in our bulletin on Valentine's Day. I hope it can be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/4924439868198845278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=4924439868198845278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/4924439868198845278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/4924439868198845278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2007/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-113825897032104610</id><published>2006-01-26T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:02:50.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Timeout</title><summary type='text'>Daily Devotional by Tommy TenneyRelationship is cultured, not automatic.Finding Favor with the King, p. 68  Scripture ReadingGenesis 5:21-24; Hebrews 11:5-6, Speaks of Enoch, who "walked with God" for 300 years and "was not, because God took him"; a great example of the reward that comes to those who diligently seek God.Some things can't be rushed. Building a strong relationship is one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/113825897032104610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=113825897032104610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113825897032104610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113825897032104610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-timeout.html' title='Take a Timeout'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-113650500132945954</id><published>2006-01-05T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:53:02.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread? Or the Bread-giver?</title><summary type='text'>Daily Devotional by Tommy TenneySeek the heart of the King, not the splendor of His kingdom.Finding Favor with the King, p. 31  Scripture ReadingJohn 6:26-29, where Jesus, the day after feeding the 5000, challenges the people to seek Him not because he gave them bread but because He is the Living Bread.What does it mean to pursue the King? It means wanting to know Him, not just hang around Him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/113650500132945954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=113650500132945954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113650500132945954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113650500132945954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2006/01/bread-or-bread-giver.html' title='Bread? Or the Bread-giver?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-113627855864493727</id><published>2006-01-03T02:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T03:11:59.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run to Daddy</title><summary type='text'>Daily Devotional by Tommy TenneySome forms of worship only release their sweetest fragrance to God when offered from the fires of trial and adversity.Finding Favor with the King, p. 25Scripture ReadingActs 16:25-34, where Paul and Silas, beaten and locked up in the Philippian jail, offer prayer and praise to God. He delivers them with an earthquake, and the jailer and his household become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/113627855864493727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=113627855864493727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113627855864493727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113627855864493727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2006/01/run-to-daddy.html' title='Run to Daddy'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-113590359185327552</id><published>2005-12-29T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:46:31.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>The two most important God's commands are first, to love God with all your heart and second, to love other people as you love yourself. What is love?According to John Stott in his book "Christian Basics - An Invitation to Discipleship", we have a different view of love than God. "What we call love is usually eros, the desire to obtain and possess, whereas God's love is agape, the desire to give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/113590359185327552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=113590359185327552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113590359185327552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/113590359185327552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-112132076966999171</id><published>2005-07-14T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:00:41.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love Changes People</title><summary type='text'>When Catherine Lawes' husband, Lewis, became the warden on Sing Sing prison in 1921, she was a young mother of three daughters. Everybody warned her never to step foot inside the walls. But she didn't listen to them. When the first prison basketball game was held, in she went, three girls in tow, and took a seat in the bleachers with the inmates. When she heard that one convicted murderer was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/112132076966999171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=112132076966999171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/112132076966999171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/112132076966999171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/07/real-love-changes-people.html' title='Real Love Changes People'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-112077976291692962</id><published>2005-07-07T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:42:42.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Promise</title><summary type='text'>God says:"Because he has set his love upon Me,therefore I will deliver him;I will set him on high,because he has known My name.He shall call upon Me,and I will answer him;I will be with him in trouble;I will deliver him and honor him.With long life I will satisfy him,and show him My salvation."~Psalm 91:14-6***Isn't it comforting to know that He promises us all these things? To know that He will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/112077976291692962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=112077976291692962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/112077976291692962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/112077976291692962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/07/lords-promise.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Promise'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-111034628301624942</id><published>2005-03-08T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:34:43.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE THE LORD!</title><summary type='text'>"PRAISE the Lord! Praise the Lord, O my soul!While I live I will praise the Lord;I will sing praises to my God while I have my being. I WILL extol You, my God, O King,And I will bless Your name forever and ever.Every day I will bless You,And I will praise Your name forever and ever.Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised;And His greatness is unsearchable. Men shall speak of the might of Your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/111034628301624942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=111034628301624942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/111034628301624942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/111034628301624942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/03/praise-lord.html' title='PRAISE THE LORD!'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-110894351272029778</id><published>2005-02-20T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:28:46.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What prompt suicidal thoughts?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wanted to kill yourself before? Have you ever attempted to end your life? Do you ever think that it is better if you don't exist in this world? I was walking home and thinking to myself, what made people want to kill themselves?A friend of mine had baptism today and before her baptism, she gave her testimonies of how she received Christ. Since she was little, she had always been a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/110894351272029778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=110894351272029778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110894351272029778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110894351272029778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-prompt-suicidal-thoughts.html' title='What prompt suicidal thoughts?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-110833908664745839</id><published>2005-02-13T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:00:27.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried By Fire</title><summary type='text'>""The main end of life is not to do but to become," F.B. Meyer said. And for this we are being prepared every day. As silver is refined by fire, the heart is often refined in the furnace of sadness. The psalmist said in his sorrow, "We went through fire" (Psalm 66:12).The refining process may be very painful, but it will not destroy us, for the Refiner sits by the furnace tending the flame. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/110833908664745839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=110833908664745839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110833908664745839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110833908664745839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/02/tried-by-fire.html' title='Tried By Fire'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-110832593027652979</id><published>2005-02-13T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:19:45.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wholeness of God</title><summary type='text'>Some people asked, "If God is a loving God, why did He let all these bad things happened?"Pastor Tatum said, "We have to look at the full picture of God. We can't just look one side of Him. He is a loving God. But He is also a holy God. Because of His holiness, He will punish them who rejected Him. We can't picture God only as loving because that's only one of His many wonderful characters."Does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/110832593027652979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=110832593027652979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110832593027652979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110832593027652979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/02/wholeness-of-god.html' title='The Wholeness of God'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-110741382437319995</id><published>2005-02-03T01:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:14:29.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up Yet!</title><summary type='text'>"Statistics say that there are 3 times more likely to commit suicide in the middle of their lives. 40s, 50s, 3 times more likely to get right about the age of the man in this world and quit. When I was pastoring in West Virginia, one of my son said, son in the gospel came home and opened up the door to the house he and his father stayed together, even though he’s a grown man, he and his father </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/110741382437319995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=110741382437319995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110741382437319995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110741382437319995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-give-up-yet_03.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up Yet!'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-110213785868030440</id><published>2004-12-03T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:32:59.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><summary type='text'>"Teach me Your way, O Lord;  I will walk in Your truth;  Unite my heart to fear Your name.  I will praise You, O Lord my God,  with all my heart,  And I will glorify Your name forevermore.  For great is Your mercy toward me,  And You have delivered my soul  from the depths of Sheol."    ~Psalm 86:11-13~***** How good it is to be in the Lord's presence? How good it is to be in His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/110213785868030440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=110213785868030440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110213785868030440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110213785868030440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-110161903629501350</id><published>2004-11-27T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:19:09.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was browsing through some of my old postings after abandoning my blogger for quite a while and I was pretty surprised with what I read. Most people tend to forget what they wrote in the past especially if their lives are changing. What you wrote usually depends on the mood or circumstances you are in.I know that as a Christian, there is always a point where you will just slack off in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/110161903629501350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=110161903629501350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110161903629501350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/110161903629501350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-was-browsing-through-some-of-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-109833136488762015</id><published>2004-10-20T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:20:06.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need</title><summary type='text'>Need...such a powerful word. Most of the time we didn't realize that we can't survive on our own. We always always need something. We need food to survive. We need other people in our lives. But most importantly, we need God. It's always a temptation to think that you do not need anyone or anything, that you can survive on your own. But it's not true. You think that you are strong. But deep down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/109833136488762015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=109833136488762015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/109833136488762015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/109833136488762015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/10/need.html' title='Need'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108957611807031853</id><published>2004-07-11T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T15:01:58.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The House You Build</title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone. This is an email that someone forwarded to me. I am pretty sure that most of you have read this story before. However, I think it's good to be reminded all the time. So, here you go.An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employercontractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108957611807031853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108957611807031853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108957611807031853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108957611807031853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/07/house-you-build_11.html' title='The House You Build'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108883099441202473</id><published>2004-07-02T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T01:29:27.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians and Clubbing</title><summary type='text'>There are a lot of different opinions regarding Christians going clubbing.  What do you think?  I have wondered myself whether it is appropriate for Christians to go clubbing or not.  I asked a pastor and this is what he said:  (It will not be the exact words, but these are the main points of what he said.)"It is true that most people will say that if it's not them, who will reach out to these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108883099441202473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108883099441202473' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108883099441202473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108883099441202473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/07/christians-and-clubbing.html' title='Christians and Clubbing'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108823142394869210</id><published>2004-06-26T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:33:21.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Eye</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone.  Click on the word below. Every EyeGod bless you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108823142394869210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108823142394869210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108823142394869210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108823142394869210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/every-eye.html' title='Every Eye'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108810006601922079</id><published>2004-06-24T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:01:06.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up</title><summary type='text'>"Now no chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it." ~Hebrews 12:11Well, isn't that encouraging to know?  Most people tend to grumble, complain, self-pity, or even crumble through their trials.  God agrees that no trials are joyful at the time they happened.  However, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108810006601922079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108810006601922079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108810006601922079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108810006601922079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/never-give-up.html' title='Never Give Up'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108771586409877325</id><published>2004-06-20T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T02:20:45.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Team vs. Individual</title><summary type='text'>For you basketball fans out there, sure you know that the NBA season is over now and Pistons (Detroit) is the winner for this season.  I wasn't a basketball fans before, but I got hooked this season :)  What amazed me was how many people hate the Lakers (Sorry to the Los Angeles people who are reading this post).  The only support that Lakers had was from the Los Angeles itself.  I found out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108771586409877325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108771586409877325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108771586409877325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108771586409877325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/team-vs-individual.html' title='Team vs. Individual'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108752371247444009</id><published>2004-06-17T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T20:55:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><summary type='text'>For all of you who read this message, whatever you are going through, know that God is faithful and this too shall pass.This Too Shall Passby: Yolanda Adams and Crystal LewisIn the middle of the turbulence surrounding youThese trying times that are so hard to endureIn the middle of what seems to be your darkest hourHold fast your heart and be assuredThis too shall passLike every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108752371247444009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108752371247444009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108752371247444009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108752371247444009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108689017952901764</id><published>2004-06-10T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T13:32:35.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Value Test</title><summary type='text'>from: Our Daily Bread (June 7th)Robert Ginnett, a researcher at the Center for Creative Leadership in Colorado Springs, has found that the values we claim to have are not as closely linked to our actual behavior as we might like to believe.One business executive, who said his 5-year-old daughter was the most important part of his life, realized that he usually went to work before she got up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108689017952901764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108689017952901764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108689017952901764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108689017952901764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/value-test.html' title='Value Test'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108658375728493677</id><published>2004-06-06T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:49:17.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will Matter?</title><summary type='text'>Well, apparently I am the only who can't hear the song in my own website.  But that's okay.  Because the most important thing is you, the readers, can hear it and be blessed.  I have the CD and I can hear it anytime anywhere I want.I haven't posted anything from Quick Inspirations for quite a while.  So, here's one.Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.  There will be no more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108658375728493677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108658375728493677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108658375728493677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108658375728493677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-will-matter_108658375728493677.html' title='What Will Matter?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108614815462759170</id><published>2004-06-01T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:26:50.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night With The King (Part II)</title><summary type='text'>Hello all. Hello Iren *wink*. I hope you all are doing well. Remember my last post titled 'one night with the king'? Apparently they have the pre-released CD and I bought it last week and it came to my mail today! Yea! The only thing is that they sent me the wrong CD. I ordered the pre-released soundtrack that has 8 songs in it and they sent me Jeannie Tenney's pre-released CD which has only 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108614815462759170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108614815462759170' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108614815462759170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108614815462759170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-night-with-king-part-ii.html' title='One Night With The King (Part II)'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108554154480682333</id><published>2004-05-25T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:38:02.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Ain't Got You, Jesus</title><summary type='text'>This is a song by Alicia Keys. These days I hardly listen to contemporary songs. However, there will always be time when my TV is on MTV, VH1, or BET and I will get to view what are the current hits. This song by Alicia Keys just grabbed my attention. I have to say it was first because of the melody. Because I like the melody, I try to listen what she is saying (That's how I am. If I don't like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108554154480682333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108554154480682333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108554154480682333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108554154480682333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/05/if-i-aint-got-you-jesus.html' title='If I Ain&apos;t Got You, Jesus'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108509826275923941</id><published>2004-05-20T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T04:32:29.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night with the King</title><summary type='text'>I've just finished reading a new novel by Tommy Tenney titled "Hadassah - One Night with the King". This is the story of Esther. If you have free time, you should read this novel. It is a great novel. I finished the book in two nights - a hard cover novel. I just could not stop. Anyway, I also heard that they are in the process of making the movie. I heard the song "One Night with the King" which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108509826275923941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108509826275923941' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108509826275923941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108509826275923941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/05/one-night-with-king.html' title='One Night with the King'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108450469517245460</id><published>2004-05-13T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T13:04:58.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakers v. Spurs</title><summary type='text'>Any of you watched the NBA game tonight? If you did not, you have missed the most heart pounding experience ever! There were three or four turnarounds in the last five minutes, even until the last second. The very last shot, the shot that determined who won the game, was made by Derek Fischer (Lakers) when there was only 0.4 seconds left. 0.4 seconds!! I can't even finish a sentence in 0.4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108450469517245460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108450469517245460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108450469517245460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108450469517245460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/05/lakers-v-spurs.html' title='Lakers v. Spurs'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108247579676802390</id><published>2004-04-20T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:46:13.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing God</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt that you miss God? I have. It is funny because I know that God is always there. He's been there all along. It is me who never looked for Him or called Him that much anymore. Well, to be honest, I haven't read my Bible for a looonngg time. I've been busy with school and with everything else, that I put Him second. That's bad right? Last night, I had my T.V. on TBN channel as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108247579676802390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108247579676802390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108247579676802390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108247579676802390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/04/missing-god.html' title='Missing God'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-108056846158336523</id><published>2004-03-29T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T07:58:42.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Live For?</title><summary type='text'>From The Purpose Driven Life by Rick WarrenLiving the rest of your life for the glory of God will require a change in your priorities, your schedule, your relationships, and everything else. It will sometimes mean choosing a difficult path instead of an easy one. Even Jesus struggled with this. Knowing He was about to be crucified, He cried out: "My soul has become troubled; and what shall I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/108056846158336523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=108056846158336523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108056846158336523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/108056846158336523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-will-you-live-for.html' title='What Will You Live For?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107994469554190745</id><published>2004-03-22T02:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T02:43:47.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Worry</title><summary type='text'>Matthew 6:25-34Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?Which of you by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107994469554190745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107994469554190745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107994469554190745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107994469554190745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/03/do-not-worry.html' title='Do Not Worry'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107786864567312074</id><published>2004-02-27T01:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:59:28.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Voice</title><summary type='text'>Greetings everyone! Praise the Lord!It's been a while since my last posting. I want to do something different this time. Let's start a discussion. I've been reading my friends' blogs for a while. One thing they have in common, they love Jesus and they can hear His voice. You know who you are *wink*My question is how do you know it's Him? How can you tell His voice? Did you hear an audible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107786864567312074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107786864567312074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107786864567312074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107786864567312074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/02/gods-voice.html' title='God&apos;s Voice'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107734921719655001</id><published>2004-02-21T01:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T01:47:45.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute</title><summary type='text'>music and lyrics by Andrae CrouchHow can I say thanksFor the things that You've done for meThings so undeservedYet you give to prove Your love for meThe voices of a million angelsCould not express my gratitudeAll that I am and ever hope to beI owe it all to TheeTo God be the gloryTo God be the gloryTo God be the gloryFor the things He has doneWith His blood, He has saved me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107734921719655001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107734921719655001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107734921719655001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107734921719655001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-tribute.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hdv.net/music/tribute.mid&quot;&gt;My Tribute&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107673309367609172</id><published>2004-02-13T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T22:34:53.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is the same, yesterday, today, and forever.</title><summary type='text'>Do you know that God is the same yesterday, today, and forever? Do you know that He is still the same God no matter what? Do you know that He never changes? We change. People always change, but God will stay the same. A loving and forgiving God He is. Remember the time when you were praising God for all that He had done for you? Are you still praising Him today when life is not so good? Do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107673309367609172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107673309367609172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107673309367609172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107673309367609172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/02/god-is-same-yesterday-today-and.html' title='God is the same, yesterday, today, and forever.'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107664884446980617</id><published>2004-02-12T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:09:36.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Behave Like a Christian</title><summary type='text'>Romans 12:9-21Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good.Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another; not lagging in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord;Rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer, distributing to the needs of the saints, given to hospitality.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107664884446980617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107664884446980617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107664884446980617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107664884446980617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/02/behave-like-christian.html' title='Behave Like a Christian'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107656100649650989</id><published>2004-02-11T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:52:08.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have..</title><summary type='text'>lyrics and music by V. Michael McKayAll I haveAll I haveI give to You, my KingNot because I must,But because I TRUST,in You for EVERYTHING</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107656100649650989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107656100649650989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107656100649650989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107656100649650989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/02/all-i-have.html' title='All I Have..'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107594743473419788</id><published>2004-02-04T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:18:56.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What if God is unhappy with our praise?</title><summary type='text'>What if God is unhappy with our praiseWhat if He is not pleased with the words we sayWhat if He takes away His loveAnd His spirit from aboveWhat if God is unhappy with our praise? What if God is unhappy with the way we liveWhat if He is not pleased with the way we giveWhat if He takes away His loveAnd His spirit from aboveWhat if God is unhappy with the way we live?We must change </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107594743473419788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107594743473419788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107594743473419788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107594743473419788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-if-god-is-unhappy-with-our-praise.html' title='What if God is unhappy with our praise?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107544630634118880</id><published>2004-01-30T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T01:06:42.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...?</title><summary type='text'>This question came straight to my mind when I was reading mee-a's blog. It's the part when her friend asked her, "What if you love someone deeply, with your whole heart, but that person doesn't love you back as much as you do?"My question to you: What if we don't love God as much as He loves us? What then?Anyone has a thought?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107544630634118880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107544630634118880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107544630634118880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107544630634118880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-if.html' title='What If...?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107524246491571236</id><published>2004-01-27T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T20:06:59.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing can and nothing will ever will..</title><summary type='text'>"For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." ~ Romans 8:38-39How can I forget this scripture? It used to be my life verse. I apologize that I haven't updated my blog for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107524246491571236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107524246491571236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107524246491571236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107524246491571236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/01/nothing-can-and-nothing-will-ever-will.html' title='Nothing can and nothing will ever will..'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107366266860731357</id><published>2004-01-09T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T09:39:03.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is The Same, Everywhere..</title><summary type='text'>Well, He is. No matter where we are, He is still God. But then, since I've been home, He seems very far away. The problem is not with Him. It's me. I did not look for Him, I did not even try. Why? Because I am home with my family who is not Christians and the environment is just different. I do feel guilty, all the time. I kept saying I will read my bible tomorrow. But I never did. Somehow, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107366266860731357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107366266860731357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107366266860731357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107366266860731357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2004/01/god-is-same-everywhere.html' title='God is The Same, Everywhere..'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107206027141758897</id><published>2003-12-21T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T20:32:08.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Christmas Mean to You?</title><summary type='text'>Nowadays, people always associate Christmas with presents, parties, Santa Claus, families, etc. However, do you know what Christmas really is? It is true that Christmas normally is family time, gathering giving presents and enjoying each other company. Most often, people forget what Christmas really is about. Christmas is about Jesus, who was born and died for all of us. Christmas is about our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107206027141758897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107206027141758897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107206027141758897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107206027141758897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-does-christmas-mean-to-you.html' title='What does Christmas Mean to You?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107185750874903063</id><published>2003-12-19T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T12:13:08.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Story</title><summary type='text'>There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments. One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107185750874903063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107185750874903063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107185750874903063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107185750874903063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-story.html' title='A Christmas Story'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107147199893684611</id><published>2003-12-15T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T01:07:29.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You are there</title><summary type='text'>Thank you Jesus for what You have done for me &amp; for being who You are Jesus, The day before I was born againYou have died for my sinsYou were thereThe day after I was born again, You came to meYou watched me in my every stepYou helped me through my painsYou supplied me with every thing I neededYou blessed me with all the joy within meYou were thereJesus, You are my joyYou are my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107147199893684611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107147199893684611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107147199893684611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107147199893684611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-are-there.html' title='You are there'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107117077486048809</id><published>2003-12-11T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:28:08.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving God</title><summary type='text'>"Loving God brings about a commitment to Him. When you love somebody, you are committed to him in every way. There is nothing that you will not do for someone you love. A real relationship with God enables you to walk in His commandments. God wants to have a relationship with us, and not just when things are going wrong. He desires to have a relationship that touches every facet of our lives. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107117077486048809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107117077486048809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107117077486048809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107117077486048809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/loving-god.html' title='Loving God'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107086952666095628</id><published>2003-12-08T01:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:47:50.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><summary type='text'>There is one thing that strucked me today at church when my pastor was preaching.The three wise men gave baby Jesus presents when He was born. That's how the tradition of giving presents during Christmas time started. However, they gave the presents to Jesus, to the Lord, not to the parents, not to each other.The question that my pastor asked us is, "What will you give Jesus in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107086952666095628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107086952666095628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107086952666095628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107086952666095628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107086778956055260</id><published>2003-12-08T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:30:13.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is ALL I Need</title><summary type='text'>Praise the Lord!This is an excerpt from today's sermon at my church. I feel very blessed to be the member of Canaan Missionary Baptist Church with Rev. B.J Tatum as the senior pastor which is a great church with good teachings. I want to share what I learn to all of you so you may be blessed too. Right now we are at Matthew. We are celebrating the season where Jesus was born and this sermon is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107086778956055260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107086778956055260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107086778956055260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107086778956055260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/god-is-all-i-need.html' title='God is ALL I Need'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107068829104683345</id><published>2003-12-05T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:25:57.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Like Yours</title><summary type='text'>I tried to reach out for You but I fallSometimes You seem so close,And yet so farOh I need another chance.I need to know Your mercyJust give me strengthTo change withinI know I'm not all that I can beMy weakness seems to get the best of meBust as long as You are here,I know that I will make itEvery step along the way,Please hear my prayerA heart like Yours, is my desireA heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107068829104683345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107068829104683345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107068829104683345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107068829104683345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/heart-like-yours.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.audiblefaith.com/music/realclips/sample.ram?song=204690&quot;&gt;A Heart Like Yours&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107034205478177645</id><published>2003-12-01T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:26:22.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good, ALL THE TIME</title><summary type='text'>I talked to my friend today and she told me that her friend was raped few weeks ago. Maybe you would say, "Rape? That's normal. It happens everyday." I agree. However, when I asked her more questions about it, she told me that the victim knew (not personally) who the rapist was. The victim (an African American) went to a majority white populated college and she suffered from racism every day. Not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107034205478177645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107034205478177645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107034205478177645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107034205478177645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/12/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God is good, ALL THE TIME'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-107023781051362796</id><published>2003-11-30T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T18:17:26.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Faith?</title><summary type='text'>Faith. This is a popular word among the Christians. However, do you really know what it means? What is faith? Christians believe that their faith can save them, that is their faith on Jesus Christ. According to Oxford Dictionary, faith is "trust in somebody's ability or knowledge, trust that somebody/something will do what has been promised." It sounds about right, doesn't it? Christians </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/107023781051362796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=107023781051362796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107023781051362796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/107023781051362796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-is-faith.html' title='What is Faith?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106973924765744671</id><published>2003-11-24T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:29:19.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is The Great Planner</title><summary type='text'>Do you know that God has planned everything that will happen in our lives long before we come to this world? Sometimes, it is hard to believe. Sometimes, it is easier to believe that it is just a coincidence. Sometimes, it feels like we are the ones who have control in our own lives. However, as much as you want to think that way, God is still in control of our lives. Have you ever been in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106973924765744671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106973924765744671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106973924765744671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106973924765744671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/god-is-great-planner.html' title='God is The Great Planner'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106936659052724223</id><published>2003-11-20T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:06:40.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me to Forgive</title><summary type='text'>One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job.His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had that no one could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106936659052724223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106936659052724223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106936659052724223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106936659052724223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/teach-me-to-forgive.html' title='Teach me to Forgive'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106936633245012189</id><published>2003-11-20T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:14:06.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><summary type='text'>"Facts are what we must completely let go of if we want to be happy. Happiness requires that we give up a worldly attachment to things. We have to surrender all outcomes. We have to live here but appreciate the joke."~Marianne Williamson~"Never look to another person to make you happy - happiness is an internal, personal attitude and responsibility."~Caroline Myss ~"The happiest of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106936633245012189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106936633245012189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106936633245012189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106936633245012189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106927493751529231</id><published>2003-11-19T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T14:49:22.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><summary type='text'>"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him."~Ralph Waldo Emerson~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106927493751529231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106927493751529231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106927493751529231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106927493751529231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106926270551602360</id><published>2003-11-19T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:34:21.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Judge Others?</title><summary type='text'>"Therefore you are inexcusable, O man, whoever you are who judge, for in whatever you judge another you condemn yourself; for you who judge practice the same things." ~ Romans 2:1I read this verse last night and somehow it just strucked me how we tend to judge other people ALL the time. Why do we have this habit? I think it is human nature to judge the others. We often forget that it is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106926270551602360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106926270551602360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106926270551602360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106926270551602360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/do-you-judge-others.html' title='Do You Judge Others?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106894914145726840</id><published>2003-11-15T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T20:22:54.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Create Your Own Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Always Create Your Own Dreamsand Live Life to the Fullest Dreams can come trueif you take the time tothink about what you want in lifeGet to know yourselfFind out who you areChoose your goals carefullyBe honest with yourselfAlways believe in yourselfFind many interests and pursue themFind out what is important to youFind out what you are good atDon't be afraid to make mistakesWork</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106894914145726840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106894914145726840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894914145726840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894914145726840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/create-your-own-dreams.html' title='Create Your Own Dreams'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106894905518062229</id><published>2003-11-15T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T20:17:56.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Do?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been in a situation where if you can choose, you rather not be there? If you are a student, have you ever been in a class that really, will be your last choice, but it is a required class? What will you do in this situation? Most people will just dread going to class and keep hoping that the class will be over SOON. At the end, you will be glad the class is over and not getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106894905518062229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106894905518062229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894905518062229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894905518062229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-will-you-do.html' title='What Will You Do?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106894777950921741</id><published>2003-11-15T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T19:57:13.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for You</title><summary type='text'>"The memory of the righteous will be a blessing." ~ Proverbs 10:7God wants you to be the kind of person others enjoy thinking about. Through the example of your life and the testimony of your faith, thoughts of you will bring a smile to the hearts of others.He will bless your life in such a way that a sweet remembrance of you will remain with others even after you are gone.How great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106894777950921741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106894777950921741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894777950921741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894777950921741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/thank-god-for-you.html' title='Thank God for You'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106894737239156179</id><published>2003-11-15T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T19:49:53.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional</title><summary type='text'>To God alone, be all the gloryYou came to me, even though I didn't call YouYou spoke to me, even though I didn't know YouYou cared for me, even though I ignored YouYou were faithful to me, even though I disregarded YouSo great is Your love, I have been changedBut You remain the sameFor now,Whenever I call you, You come to meWhatever I ask you, You answer my prayersWhenever I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106894737239156179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106894737239156179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894737239156179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106894737239156179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106849888494849636</id><published>2003-11-10T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:15:07.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Quote</title><summary type='text'>"Challenges come so we can grow and be prepared for things we are not equipped to handle now. When we face our challenges with faith, prepared to learn, willing to make changes, and if necessary, to let go, we are demanding our power be turned on." ~ Iyanla Vanzant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106849888494849636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106849888494849636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106849888494849636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106849888494849636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/inspirational-quote.html' title='Inspirational Quote'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106832214189447663</id><published>2003-11-08T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T14:11:23.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Be?</title><summary type='text'>As I gazed up at the mountains,I was awed by their majesty;I bowed my head and asked myself,"Why should He care for me?I am not great like the mountainsthat tower so high above,What is there about methat God can find to love?""Father, I am not strong like the windthat makes your tall trees sway,I cannot sing sweetly like your birds;will you love me anyway?But most of all, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106832214189447663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106832214189447663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106832214189447663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106832214189447663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-will-you-be.html' title='What Will You Be?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106812980089238770</id><published>2003-11-06T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T08:43:39.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons of Life</title><summary type='text'>What do you do after you make huge mistakes? What do you do when things go unexpectedly? What do you do after you realize that things go wrong because of your own carelessness?  What do you do when you want something very badly but your hope is crushed? Will you move on or will you keep it in your mind forever? Will you let the disappointment keep you down? Will you mourn forever? Will you keep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106812980089238770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106812980089238770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106812980089238770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106812980089238770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/11/lessons-of-life.html' title='Lessons of Life'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106749680621021560</id><published>2003-10-30T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T00:53:39.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><summary type='text'>"Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing." ~ I Peter 3:9The words you speak can make a difference for good in the lives of others and in your own life. The blessings you extend to others are not based on their worthiness, but on their need. It is a blessing to bring about change.If you return </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106749680621021560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106749680621021560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106749680621021560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106749680621021560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106719987689607103</id><published>2003-10-26T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:52:15.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You to Survive</title><summary type='text'>by Hezekiah Walker &amp; Love Fellowship Choir Chère Yvonne,I need youYou need meWe're all a part of God's BodyStand with meAgree with meWe're all a part of God's bodyIt is His will that every need be suppliedYou are important to meI need you to survive.I pray for youYou pray for meI love youI need you to surviveI won't harm you with words from my mouthI love youI need you to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106719987689607103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106719987689607103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106719987689607103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106719987689607103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-need-you-to-survive.html' title='I Need You to Survive'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106715334144777761</id><published>2003-10-26T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:29:00.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Soir</title><summary type='text'>by: BourgetLorsque au soleil couchantLes rivières sont roses,Et qu'un tiède frisson courtSur les champs de blé,Un conseil d'être heureuxSortir des chosesEt monter  vers le coeur troubléUn conseil de gouter le charmeD'être au mondeCependant qu'on est jeuneEt que le soir est beau,Car nous nous en allons,Comme s'en va cette onde:Elle à la mer ~ nous au tombeau!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106715334144777761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106697576679641577</id><published>2003-10-24T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T01:09:26.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed, Yet He Is Still Good</title><summary type='text'>Disappointed, but what can I doMaybe it is for the bestHe does know what is best for me after allI feel sadI feel upsetBut I know everything happens for a reasonThere is always a bright side in everythingI believe this is His willI believe this is His planI believe in HimHe is my GodTo Him be all the gloryI know this too shall passAnd I believe it will~Kristy Kusuma~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106697576679641577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106697576679641577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106697576679641577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106697576679641577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/disappointed-yet-he-is-still-good.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed, Yet He Is Still Good&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106692100857593424</id><published>2003-10-23T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:56:47.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healed and Whole</title><summary type='text'>One day I dug a little holeand put my hurt insideI thought that I could just forgetI'd put it there to hide.But that little hurt began to growI covered it every dayI couldn't leave it and go onIt seemed the price I had to pay.My joy was gone, my heart was sadPain was all I knew.My wounded soul enveloped meLoving seemed too hard to do.One day, while standing by my holeI cried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106692100857593424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106692100857593424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106692100857593424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106692100857593424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/healed-and-whole.html' title='Healed and Whole'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106692066182347408</id><published>2003-10-23T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:51:01.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><summary type='text'>"He who despises his neighbor sins, but blessed is he who is kind to the needy." ~Proverbs 14:21Kindness is one of the great blessings of life.It builds bridges instead of walls.It finds ways to heal instead of hurt.It seeks way to build up instead of tear down.It looks for ways to encourage instead of dissapoint.The eyes of kindness see each others' needs;the heart of kindness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106692066182347408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106692066182347408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106692066182347408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106692066182347408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106615323480705833</id><published>2003-10-14T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:40:34.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song of Mary</title><summary type='text'>Luke 1:46-55My soul magnifies the Lord,And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.For he has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant;For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.For He who is mighty has done great things for me,And holy is His name.And His mercy is on those who fear HimFrom generation to generation.He has shown strength with His arm;He has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106615323480705833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106615323480705833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106615323480705833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106615323480705833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/song-of-mary.html' title='The Song of Mary'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106606291509382647</id><published>2003-10-13T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:35:14.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of Repentance</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 51Have mercy upon me, O God,According to Your lovingkindness;According to the multitude of Your tender mercies,Blot out my transgressions.Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,And cleanse me from my sin.For I acknowledge my transgressions,And my sin is always before me.Against You, You only, have I sinned,And done this evil in Your sight - That You may be found just when You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106606291509382647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106606291509382647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106606291509382647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106606291509382647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/prayer-of-repentance.html' title='A Prayer of Repentance'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106601717665055636</id><published>2003-10-12T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:35:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Fall Down but We Get Up!</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt of a sermon at Canaan Missionary Baptist Church, Rev. B.J. Tatum, pastor, on Sunday, October 12th, 2003.Christian Life is not a playground, but it is a battlefield. Every time God gives you a great opportunity, be ready to expect a great opposition. The devils know that criticisms are one of our weaknesses. None of us like criticism and whenever we encounter one, we tend to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106601717665055636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106601717665055636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106601717665055636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106601717665055636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/we-fall-down-but-we-get-up.html' title='We Fall Down but We Get Up!'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106579975684290038</id><published>2003-10-10T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T10:29:16.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behave Like a Christian</title><summary type='text'>Romans 12:9-21Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good.Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another; not lagging in diligince, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer; distributing to the needs of the saints, given to hospitality.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106579975684290038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106579975684290038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106579975684290038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106579975684290038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/behave-like-christian.html' title='Behave Like a Christian'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106545693120149571</id><published>2003-10-06T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T11:15:31.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song of God's Majesty and Love</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 145I will extol You, my God, O King;And I will bless Your name forever and ever.Every day I will bless You,And I will praise Your name forever and ever.Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised;And His greatness is unsearchable.One generation shall praise Your works to another,And shall declare Your mighty acts.I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty,And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106545693120149571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106545693120149571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106545693120149571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106545693120149571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/song-of-gods-majesty-and-love.html' title='A Song of God&apos;s Majesty and Love'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106520374226623584</id><published>2003-10-03T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T12:58:30.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life God Rewards</title><summary type='text'>Based on "A Life God Rewards" by Bruce Wilkinson and "The Purpose Driven Life" by Rick WarrenDo you know that you will be rewarded later for what you do today in this world? There are a lot of scriptures confirming this statement or in other words, Jesus gave some hints that whatever we do now will affect what we will receive later. Matthew 16:27 says "For the Son of Man will come in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106520374226623584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106520374226623584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106520374226623584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106520374226623584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/10/life-god-rewards.html' title='A Life God Rewards'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106417413808990874</id><published>2003-09-21T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:56:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE</title><summary type='text'>This is a story of a woman that I hope can be a blessing for all of usI am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106417413808990874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106417413808990874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106417413808990874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106417413808990874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/unconditional-acceptance.html' title='UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106417389085830776</id><published>2003-09-21T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T15:13:42.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><summary type='text'>"If you haven't had any trials in this world, it means you have been walking the same way as the devil does."It means because you are walking in the same direction as the devil, or you are doing things that the devil is agree of, the devil doesn't bother to tempt you. What  do you think of this phrase? Many of us have some large trials in lives, however many more of us feel we don't have any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106417389085830776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106417389085830776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106417389085830776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106417389085830776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106177000208519966</id><published>2003-09-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T13:50:38.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Think About The Lord</title><summary type='text'>When I Think about the Lord, How He saved me, how He raised me, how He filled me, with the Holy Ghost.How He healed me, to the uttermost. When I Think about the Lord, how He picked me up and turned me around, how He placed my feet on solid groundChorus*It makes me wanna shout, Hallelujah, Thank You JESUS, LORD, You're worthy, of all the glory, and all the honor, and all the praise.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106177000208519966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106177000208519966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106177000208519966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106177000208519966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/when-i-think-about-lord.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cfnmusic.com/real_media/audio/makes_me_shout_07.rpm&quot;&gt;When I Think About The Lord&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106394608503619679</id><published>2003-09-18T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:34:44.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy Right Now</title><summary type='text'>We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another, get a new job, get a new house. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enoughand we'll be more content when they are. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy thanright now! If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106394608503619679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106394608503619679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106394608503619679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106394608503619679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/be-happy-right-now.html' title='Be Happy Right Now'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106394588182974203</id><published>2003-09-18T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:32:18.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to Happiness</title><summary type='text'>You can't be all things to all people. You can't do all things at once. You can't do all things equally well. You can't do all things better than everyone else. Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's. So: You have to find out who you are, and be that. You have to decide what comes first, and do that. You have to discover your strengths, and use them. You have to learn not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106394588182974203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106394588182974203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106394588182974203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106394588182974203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/steps-to-happiness.html' title='Steps to Happiness'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106394567291624668</id><published>2003-09-18T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:31:39.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happiness?</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine asked me, "How come you are always happy? Don't you ever have any troubles? Why are you always smiling?" Well, I do have troubles. I did have a lot of experiences. But it doesn't mean that I cannot be happy because of all that. Happiness is a matter of decision. You can decide for yourself, whether you want to be happy or you want to feel depressed all day. I can decide to look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106394567291624668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106394567291624668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106394567291624668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106394567291624668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/what-is-happiness.html' title='What is happiness?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106376858030241805</id><published>2003-09-16T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:16:20.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Pray?</title><summary type='text'>The following piece that I am going to write is based on the sermon that I heard last Sunday, Sept. 14 at Canaan Missionary Baptist Church, with Rev. B.J. Tatum as the pastor. The sermon was from Nehemiah 1:5-11. In this chapter, Nehemiah was praying for the rebuilding of Jerusalem's wall. King Artaxerxes was the only one who can give order whether to rebuild the wall or not. Nehemiah was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106376858030241805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106376858030241805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106376858030241805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106376858030241805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/how-to-pray.html' title='How to Pray?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106351112582959558</id><published>2003-09-13T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T00:39:52.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In God We Trust</title><summary type='text'>You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home.My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106351112582959558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106351112582959558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106351112582959558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106351112582959558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In God We Trust'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106350681977535702</id><published>2003-09-13T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T21:36:03.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a Kind Word</title><summary type='text'>Do you know a heart that hungersFor a word of love and cheer?There are many such about us;It may be that one is near.Look around you, if you find itSpeak the word that's needed so,And your own heart may be strengthenedBy the help that you bestow.Never think kind words are wasted,Bread on waters cast are they.And it may be we shall find themComing back to us, some day.Coming back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106350681977535702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106350681977535702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106350681977535702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106350681977535702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/give-kind-word.html' title='Give a Kind Word'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106338198664471744</id><published>2003-09-12T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T10:53:06.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><summary type='text'>"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."~ I Thessalonians 5:16-8In everything give thanks. It does not mean for everything give thanks to Him. Whatever your situation is, whatever you are experiencing, give thanks to Him. Despite your problems, there are still other things that you should be thankful for. Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106338198664471744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106338198664471744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106338198664471744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106338198664471744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106322378547813938</id><published>2003-09-10T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T14:56:25.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Listening</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when you speak to GodYou think he doesn't hearYour heart is heavy, feeling sadAnd no-one seems to careYour guardian angel's always therejust close your eyes and feelThe peace and love from God aboveHe sees your pain is realHe'll send the comfort and the peaceJust take his hand, you'll seeThere still is beauty all aroundAll this he sends for free~ Dot Williams ~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106322378547813938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106322378547813938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106322378547813938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106322378547813938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/gods-listening.html' title='God&apos;s Listening'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106322339673242078</id><published>2003-09-10T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:37:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Made Friends</title><summary type='text'>Dear Bonnie,God made the world with a heart full of love,Then He looked down from Heaven above,And saw that we all need a helping hand,Someone to share with, who'll understand,He made special people to see us throughThe glad times and the sad times, too;A person on whom we can always depend,Someone we can call a friend.God made friends so we'll carry a partof His perfect love in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106322339673242078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106322339673242078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106322339673242078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106322339673242078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/god-made-friends.html' title='God Made Friends'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106299009881048010</id><published>2003-09-07T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T22:03:12.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Worth</title><summary type='text'>A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air."Well," he continued, "what if I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106299009881048010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106299009881048010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106299009881048010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106299009881048010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/know-your-worth.html' title='Know Your Worth'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106287644340261340</id><published>2003-09-06T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:33:41.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Love</title><summary type='text'>"Bless the LORD, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name!Bless the LORD, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits..." ~Psalms 103:1-2Greetings everyone! Praise the Lord for another day. Thank God for all His grace, mercy, and love.There is a passage in a book that I am currently reading that I would love to share."The Lord cares so much for His children that every time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106287644340261340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106287644340261340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106287644340261340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106287644340261340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/gods-love.html' title='God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106273636491871894</id><published>2003-09-04T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:36:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Test </title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morningand knew that today,The sun would not be shiningand the clouds would be gray.As I stepped outside,rain fell upon my head.My car wouldn't startso I walked to school instead.I forgot all of my assignmentsI failed all of my tests.I dropped my head in disgustand asked the Lord for one request."Lord, why is it thatthings won't go my way?"He gently replied,"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106273636491871894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106273636491871894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106273636491871894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106273636491871894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/lords-test.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Test '/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106265488802063644</id><published>2003-09-04T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T00:55:42.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Before Winter</title><summary type='text'>Sermonsfrom: II Timothy 4:19-22In verse 9, Paul had asked Timothy to come diligently. Then, in verse 21, Paul increased the intensity. He asked Timothy to come before winter. There were several possible reasons why Paul insisted Timoth to come before winter. It could be because travel was impossible during winter at that time, or maybe Paul knew that he wouldn't be here, in the world, long and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106265488802063644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106265488802063644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106265488802063644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106265488802063644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/come-before-winter.html' title='Come Before Winter'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106264496217236195</id><published>2003-09-03T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T23:40:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great is Thy Faithfulness</title><summary type='text'>Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my FatherThere is no shadow of turning with TheeThou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail notAs Thou hast been, Thou forever will beRefrain:Great is Thy faithfulness!Great is Thy faithfulness!Morning by morning new mercies I seeAll I have needed Thy hand hath providedGreat is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!Summer and winter and springtime and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106264496217236195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106264496217236195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106264496217236195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106264496217236195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/great-is-thy-faithfulness.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://artists.iuma.com/site-bin/ramgen.ram?aid=42630&amp;sid=148853&quot;&gt;Great is Thy Faithfulness&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106260877625943781</id><published>2003-09-03T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:08:12.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Delays</title><summary type='text'>The Lord always hears our prayers,But He does not always say, "Yes!"Sometimes He says, "Wait"Sometimes He says, "No"For He has something better for us.God's delays are not denials,He has heard your prayer;He knows all about your trials,Knows your every care.God's delays are not denials,Help is on the way,He is watching o'er life's dials,Bringing forth that day.God's delays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106260877625943781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106260877625943781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106260877625943781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106260877625943781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/gods-delays.html' title='God&apos;s Delays'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106256690800937908</id><published>2003-09-03T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T00:09:57.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God does answer prayers</title><summary type='text'>Do you believe that God does answer prayers?I  do. Even though it's not in the way that I expected it to be, God will answer all your prayers. He does it in His own time and His own way. He does things right all the time.I am secure in my faith. However, I know that I am not at the level where I want to be.I talk to Him everyday even though I never heard anything from Him back. It always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106256690800937908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106256690800937908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106256690800937908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106256690800937908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/god-does-answer-prayers.html' title='God does answer prayers'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106254037583562780</id><published>2003-09-02T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T11:56:34.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember </title><summary type='text'>Lord, I felt so low Only pain and sorrow in meLife seemed meaninglessI did not have the strength anymoreTo face all the trials and tribulationsGiving up showed itself as the best choice‘I can’t do this’ kept echoing in my mindI was ready to let goLord, I cried to you once againBefore I let everything diedLord, forgive me, I can’t take this anymoreSuddenly I sobbed uncontrollably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106254037583562780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106254037583562780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106254037583562780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106254037583562780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/remember.html' title='Remember '/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106251990977502353</id><published>2003-09-02T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T11:57:50.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Strong Are You?</title><summary type='text'>How Strong Are You?Will you still stay faithful even though life seems unfair?Will you still believe in Him even though He seems distant?Will you still trust in Him through all your trials, knowing He has a great plan for you?"Job", a character in the bible, is one great role model for all of us.He had been through a lot, he lost all his children, he lost his wealth, he had painful boils all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106251990977502353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106251990977502353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106251990977502353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106251990977502353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/how-strong-are-you.html' title='How Strong Are You?'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106247687205481962</id><published>2003-09-01T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:00:10.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Prayed for You</title><summary type='text'>I asked the Lord to bless youAs I prayed for you today,To guide you and protect youAs you go along your way...His love is always with youHis promises are true,And when we give Him all our caresYou know He will see us through.So when the road you're traveling onSeems difficult at best...Just remember I'm here prayingAnd God will do the rest.Do what you can, for who youcan, with what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106247687205481962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106247687205481962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106247687205481962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106247687205481962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-prayed-for-you.html' title='I Prayed for You'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722120.post-106246049173503171</id><published>2003-09-01T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:01:47.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord!</title><summary type='text'>Greetings!When I think about the Lord. This is my current favorite song. When I think about the Lord, for all the wonderful things He has done to me, there is nothing I can say.Even Thank You is not sufficient. We are created to worship Him and give Him praises, for He is worthy of all those. He is our amazing God. Thank you for have visited my website. The content of this website will be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/feeds/106246049173503171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5722120&amp;postID=106246049173503171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106246049173503171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5722120/posts/default/106246049173503171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krisflower.blogspot.com/2003/09/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord!'/><author><name>Kristy Kusuma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13125539855614036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/kristy.kusuma/RfH5Lngr2SI/AAAAAAAAAmc/A4qZnDaIEME/s144/fearfullymade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
