<?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-458123462168359507</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:49.156-05:00</updated><category term='Rooted'/><category term='Excellence'/><category term='Sacrifice'/><category term='Glory'/><title type='text'>No Sacrifice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-5318914696420045833</id><published>2009-03-04T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:19:32.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant!!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard, I'm pregnant! Our new baby is due October 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started a new site for the little one at &lt;a href="http://www.babyvelasquez.weebly.com/"&gt;www.babyvelasquez.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-5318914696420045833?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/5318914696420045833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=5318914696420045833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/5318914696420045833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/5318914696420045833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant!!'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-3273105420881424907</id><published>2009-01-27T22:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:07:21.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community as a verb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SYCJr8p9dUI/AAAAAAAAADM/UKpmVtOumUM/s1600-h/Alchemists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296384549897205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SYCJr8p9dUI/AAAAAAAAADM/UKpmVtOumUM/s320/Alchemists.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Community&lt;/strong&gt; is a word that we all know, but something that we rarely experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that it is not something I have experienced often or even totally understand. Luckily, we are experiencing community at it's best every Sunday. Our small group has been one of the highlights of our 2008. It is the place that we cry, laugh, tell our stories, and find what the Lord intended for all of us as Christians... community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you don't have any type of community in your life, and I'm not just talking about "hanging out", but people that get into your life, hold you accountable, and share the good and the bad with you, then fight for it. Fight to find that environment. It is so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to everyone in our small group. You guys make community a verb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-3273105420881424907?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3273105420881424907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=3273105420881424907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/3273105420881424907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/3273105420881424907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2009/01/community-as-verb.html' title='Community as a verb'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SYCJr8p9dUI/AAAAAAAAADM/UKpmVtOumUM/s72-c/Alchemists.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-6501188423687401775</id><published>2009-01-26T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:33:40.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I grew up going to church. I loved the community and warmth I felt every time I walked through the doors. When I was 16, I went to a girls retreat called Chrysalis and pray "the prayer" for probably the 10th time, but this time something was different. I stopped living off of my parent's faith and took on the responsibility of serving the Lord for myself. Unfortunately, accepting Christ into your heart was not a magic pill that fixed everything instantly. I was a fiercely independent person and I really believed that I could do everything on my own... including getting to heaven. On my journey, I have learned to be dependent on Christ and interdependent with those around me. I know that the only way to the Father is through His Son and no matter what I do to get noticed by people or by God is pointless. I was placed on this earth to share this story and to build relationships with others that bring Glory to Him and make Him famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kristy Velasquez and I am ONE, that the world may know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-6501188423687401775?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6501188423687401775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=6501188423687401775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/6501188423687401775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/6501188423687401775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-one.html' title='I am ONE'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-3617858161182890813</id><published>2008-12-19T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:44:08.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article today about how Bill Hybels, Rick Warren &amp;amp; Joel Osteen navigate pastoral pitfalls. I ran across a quote I really liked and thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Warren was asked, "How do you handle percieved success and keep your pride in check?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amoung his answer was this quote. "When you're focused on other people - as Jesus said, you lose your life; then you find it. &lt;strong&gt;Humility is not denying your strengths, but is being honest about your weaknesses."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-3617858161182890813?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/3617858161182890813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=3617858161182890813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/3617858161182890813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/3617858161182890813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/12/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-7093634851482136088</id><published>2008-11-13T07:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:55.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We leave tomorrow on our week long vacation! We are going to Nashville for my sister's wedding on the 15th and then driving to Washington DC, then to New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The planning of this trip has not been without it's challenges and immense blessings. Many of you know that Bobo &amp;amp; I got into a bad wreck a couple of weeks ago. The driver had no insurance and we don't have uninsured motorist coverage. Needless to say we were left with a badly damage, suspension broken, airbags out truck that we had to pay to fix. the original estimate was above $4,000. There was just no way... we were going to cancel our trip &amp;amp; junk the truck for whatever scrap metal money we could get out of it. We also have a little old Ford tempo, our only remaining vehicle. 1 day after the accident, it died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When it rains, it pours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so upset about cancelling our trip &amp;amp; stressed from the financial strain that I started having these episodes. I don't know what a panic attack feels like, but I think I had a few. Dealing with insurance &amp;amp; cancellation &amp;amp; dealerships... I quickly reached the end of my rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's where I found Jesus. Just waiting for me. Opening His arms &amp;amp; welcoming to the end of my rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Philippians 4:6-7 - Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After I put all my stress &amp;amp; burdens on His shoulders it all started turning around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My uncle who has a beautiful apartment in New York in Greenwich Village on Bleeker Street called &amp;amp; said that he would be out of town &amp;amp; we were free to use his apartment! (Saved $600 on a hotel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a garage sale &amp;amp; sold some bigger items that we will never use again. ($400)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We sold our refrigerator that we had in our rent house in Dallas ($550)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was asked to video a wedding last week (how they knew I used to do wedding videography only God knows) ($200)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a charter bus that goes from DC to NY for $21 per ticket (Saved $200+ in rent car fees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that wasn't enough... a guy I only met once called me and offered us free tickets to a broadway show while we are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;When it rains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;it pours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We don't serve God for the blessings... He loves us &amp;amp; wants to bless us, even with silly things like broadway tickets and a little spending money. He is and always will be our provider &amp;amp; burden carrier. He's waiting for you at the end of your rope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-7093634851482136088?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7093634851482136088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=7093634851482136088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/7093634851482136088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/7093634851482136088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours...'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-1410217007811456938</id><published>2008-10-14T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:50:46.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPYQ_Oq1SJI/AAAAAAAAACU/F1ViR6rMn7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408293457184914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPYQ_Oq1SJI/AAAAAAAAACU/F1ViR6rMn7Y/s320/IMG_0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was giving my nephew a bath the other night, he looked up at me and smiled. By the end I was soaking wet, but laughing right along with Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for little joys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408446425720194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPYRIIhX5YI/AAAAAAAAACc/dT-SOXVrMjk/s320/IMG_0100.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-1410217007811456938?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/1410217007811456938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=1410217007811456938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/1410217007811456938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/1410217007811456938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-joys.html' title='Little Joys'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPYQ_Oq1SJI/AAAAAAAAACU/F1ViR6rMn7Y/s72-c/IMG_0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-6362700075353967132</id><published>2008-10-13T15:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:11:16.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPO4sva2duI/AAAAAAAAACM/F8Ls5TOrGZs/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256748268854343394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPO4sva2duI/AAAAAAAAACM/F8Ls5TOrGZs/s320/rain.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love lightbulb moments! I think God does too. He's probably saying, "Finally! She got it!" This week, as I struggled with the pregnancy issue, I had one. I was listening to the Mercy Me song "Bring the Rain". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring me joy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring me peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring a chance to be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring me anything that brings you glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know there'll be days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when this life brings me pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if that's what it takes to praise you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus bring the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, as bad as I think my situation is, it is bringing Him glory. I have been able to share with and comfort those that are experiencing infertility... Glory. I am learning and growing tremendously in my personal walk with the Lord... Glory. I am daily in emotional and sometimes physical pain, but I choose to still praise God for this season... Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't pretty or easy all of the time. I'm glad. God will always bring glory to His name. Who am I to tell Him what that should look like. Right now it's painful, but God will fulfill His promise to me. He always does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-6362700075353967132?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6362700075353967132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=6362700075353967132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/6362700075353967132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/6362700075353967132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-rain.html' title='Bring the Rain'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SPO4sva2duI/AAAAAAAAACM/F8Ls5TOrGZs/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-7398370725913855985</id><published>2008-09-30T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:30:34.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SOJ95KZagxI/AAAAAAAAACE/ARrCUdQ3C0k/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251898536464384786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SOJ95KZagxI/AAAAAAAAACE/ARrCUdQ3C0k/s320/butterfly.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are butterflies Everywhere in San Antonio. I love it! When I am driving I see so many of them out &amp;amp; it makes me smile &amp;amp; reminds me of being completely changed from the inside out. I was a caterpillar before Christ and now... a butterfly... except in the morning before coffee when I am a bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-7398370725913855985?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7398370725913855985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=7398370725913855985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/7398370725913855985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/7398370725913855985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SOJ95KZagxI/AAAAAAAAACE/ARrCUdQ3C0k/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-6864723679646124204</id><published>2008-09-29T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:09:59.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rooted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excellence'/><title type='text'>Rooted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SOJa3ulSTmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uMOBXTCUuPo/s1600-h/Rooted_Postcard_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251860028911144546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SOJa3ulSTmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uMOBXTCUuPo/s320/Rooted_Postcard_front.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, this weekend was our Youth Fall Retreat called Rooted. We had a great turnout. Ornan's Floor was AMAZING and Kevin Kirkland was our speaker. He always knows how to cut to the heart of the issue. During one of our conversations, I had a light bulb moment. As much work as I put into the weekend and after the 100+ hours of preparation, God had the nerve to tell me that He could have done it all without me. After I got over the shock of this comment that was so obviously from the devil, I starting thinking about all of the "things" that I do, and just how rare it is that I just am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was excited that the weekend was going according to plan and in my arrogance I boasted to the Lord about all "We" had accomplished. "Lord," I said, "aren't you glad that we do things with excellence around here? I just know that kids will really respond because of how well everything is going." No, I didn't get hit with a lighting bolt, but it was close. He said, "The students will respond because of Me. It has nothing to do with you. In fact, I could have done all of this without you." Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, He asked me why I had done all of the work with excellence; was it for Him, was it to be seen, or was it so that the students would respond the way I wanted them to? Unfortunately, my answer was a little of all three. In looking at my heart and at my intentions, I realized that I was stealing God's glory for myself. My goal in life is to make Jesus famous. If they responded because of how great I had done, was it really glorifying Him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeff talked this week about taking risks and not calculating what is measurable or easy to give from our own strength. I want to do what is beyond me to do so that everyone will know that God chose to do it through me. That is how He gets the glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-6864723679646124204?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/6864723679646124204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=6864723679646124204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/6864723679646124204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/6864723679646124204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/rooted.html' title='Rooted'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SOJa3ulSTmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uMOBXTCUuPo/s72-c/Rooted_Postcard_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-7995085369451571889</id><published>2008-09-19T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:12:47.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go for the Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP8Dz6uEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tPfT86Z0N7A/s1600-h/Go_For_The_Gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815133223063938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="207" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP8Dz6uEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tPfT86Z0N7A/s320/Go_For_The_Gold.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Lord has really been teaching me a lot lately about intentionality. I know he wants me to be very intentional with everything that I do. I am coming to realize that so many things that I spend my time on have nothing to do with helping me reach my goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really love the sermon series our church has been doing called Go for the Gold. It is focusing on families and how to intentionally teach your children about God &amp;amp; life by running for a goal and having the discipline to win. Even though we don't have kids yet, I am really learning a lot. The principals of being purposeful and intentional with your family and children can carry over into every area of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many of you know that Bobo &amp;amp; I have been trying to get pregnant for a while now. In fact, it will be 2 years on my birthday next week. Wow... 2 years! Even though this season of our lives has been one of the hardest, we have also learned lessons that we would never have learned otherwise. Through tests and doctor's visits and all the pain that comes with infertility, God has been there. I look back on the hardest times and especially on the times when I asked Him why He left me in this barren place all alone and I realize He was holding me all along. He has loved me enough to teach me the hard lessons in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The lessons of faith, trust and patience are not the easiest to learn, but they have been some of the most rewarding. It takes a special parent to allow their children to hurt and struggle. You must put aside all of your own feelings and do what is best for them. I have battled through intense disappointment, feelings of abandonment and loneliness, the stress of not being in control (which I am very fond of), and every other emotion you can think of. And yet, I am still here.I am still ever more in love with my creator. I get new mercy &amp;amp; strength every morning. And, He comforts me with the knowledge that He is with me and will never leave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bobo and I have a goal for our family even before all of the members are entrusted to us. We have decided to start working toward our goal now by allowing God to work in and through us. I am not perfect or even very good at waiting, but every day, every month, every year, I get better and better at it. I know little Josiah and his siblings will be with us one day, and when that day comes, we'll be ready. I thank God every day for allowing me this pain. It sounds strange and backwards I know, but what about travelling down this road with Jesus isn't strange and backward? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I appreciate my pastor being a "call it like I see it" kind of guy. This series hasn't always been easy for me to listen to because of the nature of the season I am in, but the best sermons are never easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-7995085369451571889?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/7995085369451571889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=7995085369451571889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/7995085369451571889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/7995085369451571889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-for-gold.html' title='Go for the Gold'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP8Dz6uEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tPfT86Z0N7A/s72-c/Go_For_The_Gold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458123462168359507.post-8970624140479101687</id><published>2008-09-18T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:12:00.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrifice'/><title type='text'>No Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your thoughts are higher than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your words are deeper than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your love is stronger than mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is no sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my favorite songs is by Jason Upton called "No Sacrifice." I actually walked down the aisle to it at my wedding. When I first heard this song, the message went right over my head. Once I really listened to what it was saying, it changed my life. We go through our lives, at least I do, saying, "Okay God, I guess I can sacrifice and not do that thing you told me not to do." In knowing that God wants what is best for us and loves us so much that He sent his son... when God asks us to remove something out of our lives or "sacrifice", whether we think it is good or bad for us, is it really a sacrifice? I have not sacrificed &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life for His, I have gladly and thankfully exchanged it. How could I sacrifice something broken, dead and unfulfilling for something whole, satisfying, and fully alive? This is no sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247760153990997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNPKDmUVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q8M35egiPVw/s200/1065247218_l.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you I give my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not just the parts I want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you I sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These dreams that I hold on to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you I give my future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as it may last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you I give my presence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you I give my past...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458123462168359507-8970624140479101687?l=boboandkristy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/feeds/8970624140479101687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458123462168359507&amp;postID=8970624140479101687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/8970624140479101687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458123462168359507/posts/default/8970624140479101687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boboandkristy.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-sacrifice.html' title='No Sacrifice'/><author><name>Kristy Velasquez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10300410914080108759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNP4YVMYWyI/AAAAAAAAABc/wIpTgfdjQ5Q/S220/1065248690_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jys_vWhzwMM/SNPKDmUVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q8M35egiPVw/s72-c/1065247218_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
