<?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-7007503808918794366</id><updated>2012-01-10T03:36:01.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of Tears</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-7363836790257907970</id><published>2009-04-11T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:21:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feal,,,</title><content type='html'>Life is such a journey some times I dont know what to do or say.. Life is such a gift at the same time the paper that this gift of life is wroped up in slips and gives you this paper cut that hurts.. Yet even thow it hurts some times you never give up you keep tarring away at the papper layer by layer some of the layers are mearly brown paper yet sometimes its the most beautiful paper you had ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Life is as painful as it could be... some times your in a room filed with people yet you feal all alone..some times all I wan to do is curl up and hide from your heart...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The quesyion I have right now is do I have what it taked to get threw this journey do I have what it taked to keep walking even when my heart wants to scream out are jump out of my chesy and stay on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   O a wisper of a prayer is screeming out of my chest pleas God give me straingth......&lt;br /&gt;I want to run but I know I have to stay...&lt;br /&gt; Pleas God give me straingth I dont want to be here right now I dont want to feal so much pain I dont want to feal so alone I dont want to feal like how I feal in this moment I dont feal the least bit happy in this moment...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Even thow I walk threw this vally I will fear no eavel for you are with me you are my straingth you are my shealed you are every thing I need or want even thow I dont like where I am I know you are right next to me fiving me once again to walk threw a fire I dont want to go threw.. God you are here right now and I thank you for that I thank you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I love you God with every thing that is with in me you are my lover you are my hope in every part of my life you see beauty in me even when I feal so broken... You see me as how I should be you see me lovely... Take me in your hand and cary me in to the place you want me to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Take my chin in your hand, take me hand in yours and once again give me the straingth to keep walking every day you have for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-7363836790257907970?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7363836790257907970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=7363836790257907970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/7363836790257907970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/7363836790257907970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-feal.html' title='How I feal,,,'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-4159572559035823183</id><published>2009-03-29T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:30:51.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Tears fill my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seam to move from this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a weight so heavy is upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands tied be hind my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling helplessly on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming with in no one truly know what I'm going threw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let any one in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let all the petals fall from the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound of weeping fills the room, but no words to explain how hopeless I feel right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wings have broken and I cant fly from this dark place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Abba father Help me I'm screen I cant do this on my own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run from my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the edge and I'm going to fall over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O GOD HELP ME HELP ME O GOD I'M FALLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-4159572559035823183?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/4159572559035823183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/4159572559035823183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-153697241195904505</id><published>2009-03-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:14:21.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A heard Day</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just realy want to cry.. Well today is one of thows dats. My heart is so fule of painful things going on around me I just want to let go some times. But I dont know where I wold fall to. The world around me is falling appart around me and I feal so helpless. I can fix any thing I can hold on to any thing at all. Every where I go I'm getting attacked. I wish I could run but I know I cant go any where...&lt;br /&gt; Sigh tears pleas come I need to cry so bad I'm screaming inside right now. I heat how I feal I pheat whats going on around me. I heat to see my family being attacked..&lt;br /&gt;   NO NO NO I will not let my self get hurt any more. I'm almost mad at me for letting it get to that point I know so much better.. I wish I could push every one away some times but I know I cant do that.. I feal my self braking and falling on my nees no one can see it but I am I am!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As the tears lyne my face I cant seam to find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder to my self how did I let it get this far I feal so stuped and flush&lt;br /&gt;  I want to run away from this place and hide in my Daddys arms&lt;br /&gt;  This place is not where I want to be I heat in indead&lt;br /&gt;  Give me wings and I will sore&lt;br /&gt;  Give me a way out of this place and I will run untill I loos all my straingth&lt;br /&gt;  I long to be loves I long to be held but now its mearly a slap in my face'&lt;br /&gt;  Every hand that once help me had also slaped me in the face&lt;br /&gt;  I curl up in pain trying no to explod&lt;br /&gt;  I feal so alone some times I wish I could run in to heaven to my lovers arms,&lt;br /&gt;  Do I have to hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt; can I just let it all pore out&lt;br /&gt;I'm poring out my heart tears run with out any restraints trying to finde a place i'm safe&lt;br /&gt;no one knows me&lt;br /&gt;do I know me&lt;br /&gt;o daddy&lt;br /&gt;o daddy&lt;br /&gt;o daddy&lt;br /&gt;o daddy&lt;br /&gt;o my love I need they&lt;br /&gt;my heart is braking a thousand times this night&lt;br /&gt;i'm not alone in this place but in my heart its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;i'm pushing every one away I'm screaming in pain as a woman in chiled birth&lt;br /&gt;fallin&lt;br /&gt;fallin&lt;br /&gt;fallin&lt;br /&gt;fallin&lt;br /&gt;letting go and crumbling in dyer pain&lt;br /&gt;some one come and take me away from this place I realy wish I could become a bird and fly to far off lands, fly in to a fary tale where finly my happy ever ending flinly happens&lt;br /&gt;This path I'm on is littered with my heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tonight I reached a place where I fealt like I could barly stand it any more where I just wanted to run with tears running down my face not knowing where I was going or caring where I ended I just wanted to get out of where I had put my self in.. One attack after another hitting my heart fealing numb yet screaming inside...... O how I heat where I am at this very moment I rely just want to have a good long cry!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My heart is braking over my brother Dana I dont know where he is if he is going to live threw another day... If I going to ever see him again. Or when I do wich one of him an I going to see.. He is becoming a monster to every one he is around... He is hurting us all and he dous not even know it or if he duse he realy dose not give a crap.. He is braking hearts and lives. He may have gottion a girl pragnet.. She told me she was going to get ride of it but I told here I would or my family would take the baby for her...&lt;br /&gt;Wow my heart is so heavy..&lt;br /&gt;I scream out for him all the time tears have flown down my face for him so many of theys last few days.. I have been fighting for him un till I fall to my kneeys with out any more straingth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My heart is being wonded time after time. I put my heart out there for it to get thrown down on the grown. my life is becoming an ofering to be taken and thrown away in the same moment..O wow you can trruly be strong for so long untill you can hold any more.. I'm trying to be strong daddy but I dont feal strong right now I feal so broken like I cant stand it any more.. God There is this guy.. When I looked at him I saw the love of God flowing from him in a mighty way. I could barly help my self but to be drwn to him... I let my seld get close to him. To look at him and my heart would leap and I would start smilling so big.. wow...&lt;br /&gt;I just became realy good friend with a girl named Kristy be got closs very fast.. But to find out they where realy good friends. And yup once again I get in the middle of theys two amazing peopl with out knowing they even knew each other..&lt;br /&gt;I found out that she likes him and this puts me in a very bad place. where I want to just let them both Go and hide my head in the dirt and cry.. I dont get him at all he is like this tuchy guy with both of us like he had his arm around me then his arm around me. Its so crazy that I want to laugh and just walk away from him.... I'm realy mad I heat how I feal right now I'm MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE AT THIS MOMENT REALY SUCKS WITH PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as im dealing with the realy bad fealing insde with being this just another girl fealing again. trust me I know this feal way to well.. It makes me want to get out and fight someone.... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a text that my brother is falling apart.. O God my chest is barly rising its so heavy I cant take it. I want to run to a place I feal safe where I can breath.. but at this moment I dont have a safe place I dont have any arms I can run into... I want to let go I dont want to hold on any more I dont want to be strong I realy cant I cant handle any more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl longin to dance with the joy of life but every thing is aggains me.&lt;br /&gt;every thing around me is bound to brake me down. To take my joy from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOED HELP ME I CaNT FLY MY WINGS ARE SO BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-153697241195904505?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/153697241195904505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/153697241195904505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2009/03/heard-day.html' title='A heard Day'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-3498179698889125887</id><published>2008-01-30T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:38:14.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I just wrote a rilly long up date but just lost it and now I'm geting rilly sleepy so I guess I'll have to we write it later..&lt;br /&gt; Sorry and I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-3498179698889125887?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3498179698889125887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=3498179698889125887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3498179698889125887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3498179698889125887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-im-now-home-in-barbados-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-3638850991809923288</id><published>2008-01-19T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:24:11.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I can write to much. I'm in a internet cafe in Namibia. I'm doing rilly Good. We are working at the Beautiful Gats school... Keep me in your prayers. We are in the last lage of our time hear. Its not always easy. But I know God is giving me strangth to get threw every day..&lt;br /&gt;With love Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-3638850991809923288?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3638850991809923288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=3638850991809923288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3638850991809923288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3638850991809923288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey.html' title='HEY!!!!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-482688313300740271</id><published>2008-01-14T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:57:30.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Up date!!</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Wow, We are now finished our Working in Beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gates&lt;/span&gt;, Cape Town now we are off to Beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gates&lt;/span&gt; in Namibia. We head out to our next destination at 8:00am in the morning and have a 21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;how.&lt;/span&gt; bus ride... That should be lots of Fun (just kidding)!&lt;br /&gt;The time hear in Cape Town had been life changing for me. One of the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lirned&lt;/span&gt; while being hear is that you can have Joy in the midst of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt;. That true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happyness&lt;/span&gt; is not about what you have but who you have(God, family and friends). Life is beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; waist it.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fallen&lt;/span&gt; in love with many beautiful children. I wish I could tack home and mack them my own. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I'm the one that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;benefited&lt;/span&gt; more by loving on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; children then they have. Because as I love my heart is growing bigger and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lirning&lt;/span&gt; from each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;To give is so much beater then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;. To give to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;neddy&lt;/span&gt; even when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much to give but to give it from you heart with love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I worked next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;individuals&lt;/span&gt; that have No place to lay there head but on road side bench. And fight to just mack a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nuffe&lt;/span&gt; money to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;survive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Our team reach out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; man of South Africa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shire&lt;/span&gt; the love of the one who has seat us free. That there soles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to be held in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chains&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; in to a prison even if there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;body's&lt;/span&gt; are. Because God can set them free. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Praise&lt;/span&gt; God!! I was so privileged to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;shair&lt;/span&gt; with the men just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; of what God has for them and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;shair&lt;/span&gt; the life I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; in Him.&lt;br /&gt;I have Seen this Beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;munitions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ocean&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pengunis&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I watched the most beautiful Sun set...&lt;br /&gt;Well this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;onley&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; of every thing that I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;. I'm not shore if I'm going to be able to write so keep me in your prayers as I go in to a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Journey&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much Krista Rose Parker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-482688313300740271?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/482688313300740271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=482688313300740271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/482688313300740271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/482688313300740271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-wow-we-are-now-finished-our-working.html' title='My Up date!!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-5286173600256793362</id><published>2008-01-12T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:30:45.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team up-date</title><content type='html'>Goeie dag, Molo (Good day in Africaans and Xhosa)Our bodies are slowly getting used to South Africa and we're doing better. Different people catched infections, food poisonings, diarrheas, sicknesses, cramps, colds and headaches. Saturday was the worst day when 3 of us has been staying in bed and one person got hurt before the ministry had started . We then weren't able to do anything on Saturday. In the evening we met as a team, prayed together and listened to what God wanted to say us. We realized, that we had been neclecting our daily team time.Except on Saturday, our ministries have been going quite well. The time with the children in the slum was great. Language differences meant we had to skip some parts of our program like stories and devotions but we were still able to do a lot of things with them like games, crafts and songs. Three women from the slums were helping us and also served as translators. Initially we expected about 25 children, at the second day more than 50 came to join our program. It was crowded in the modest container but the atmosphere was really good. We had a lot of fun with them and were able to recieve love as well as give it, even when it was hard to see all the misery in the slum we were surprised about the joy, hope and energy these children have.On Sunday we visited our first African church where we had communion and, of course, a lot of dancing. We were invited afterwards by people of the church to eat lunch at their houses. We then split up in teams of two and gained a lot of funny experiences...In the afternoon we had street ministry with the local church and two other DTS Teams from Hawaii and Orlando . We as a team performed two skits, gave testimonies and danced with the children for hours to worship music.This week we took part in a project called "Straatwerk" (Streetwork). It gives homeless people a chance to work and make a little bit of money. We joined them as volunteers and helped to clean the streets by picking up all kind of garbage, covering grafiti and cleaning the drains. We heard a lot of sad and unjust stories but could also learn from their work attitude. Following this we visited a children's hospital where we played and prayed with some of the children.After all those things we really enjoyed our day off yesterday with a tour to the coast and time in the shopping mall. During the next days we're going to an orphanage, to a juevenile detention centre, to the prison Mandela stayed in and again to the hospital. Thank you for thinking of us and all your prayer, we're glad to have supporters like you!Stayed blessed,loveyour  Africa Team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-5286173600256793362?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5286173600256793362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=5286173600256793362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/5286173600256793362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/5286173600256793362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/team-up-date.html' title='Team up-date'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-6178795410121481750</id><published>2008-01-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:43:56.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY,&lt;br /&gt; I cant say much right now But just want you to know that Our team is geting back on there feat. I'm fighting but I still am not well. But God is giving me the strangth to get threw every day.. So for the past 2 days where able to go on the out reach prais the Lord!!&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for all the prayers..&lt;br /&gt; Love Krista :)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-6178795410121481750?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6178795410121481750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=6178795410121481750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/6178795410121481750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/6178795410121481750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-i-cant-say-much-right-now-but-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-6103185139479928848</id><published>2008-01-04T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T05:31:46.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep me and my team in your prayers I'm so not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; well. And yesterday they took a girl to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;.  But she is doing  good to day thow..&lt;br /&gt; Pray for health protection on this trip!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-6103185139479928848?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6103185139479928848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=6103185139479928848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/6103185139479928848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/6103185139479928848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/keep-me-and-my-team-in-your-prayers-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-7483529478241344992</id><published>2008-01-02T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:22:30.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Date!</title><content type='html'>First of all: Thank you for your prayers; we had a safe journey and were already blessed in many ways!To those who don't know all of us: Our outreach team consists of eight people which 8 different nationalities, 6 students and the leader couple. The students are Kimberley, Barbadian, Krista, American, Julian, Jamaican, Justine, Canadian, Suzie, English and Sarah, Swiss. The Leaders are Samuel, Korean, and his newly married wife Kezia from Saint Lucia.  Eight hours after leaving Barbados we arrived in London on Saturday morning. There Suzie's parents picked us up to their house were we spent a good time, hanging around and enjoyed internet access and good food. They were very kind and brougt us back to the airport later on. So we entered the airplane for a 2nd time and landed early the next morning, safe but tired in Johannesburg. AFRICA! Except Sam we all stepped on the african ground for the first time and one girl was so excited that she even kissed the ground...We could really feel the time difference (6 hours ahead from Barbados) and were quite exhausted. Fortunately, Julian has a friend in Johannesburg and we could enjoy abundant hospitality again! He picked us up and invited us into his home to be refreshed and well fed:-) So now there was only a long bus journey left. We drove in a nice bus through a hilly, nearly vasted area to the other end of South Africa. At 1.15pm we finally arrived in Cape Town. Arno, one of the Beautiful Gate's staff member, picked us up and brought us to the base called Beautiful Gates; our new home for the next two weeks. Our accomodations are really comfortable and make us feel blessed.For New Year's Eve we went to a public concert in Cape Town. A lot of people were there and it was a multicultural society. Today we all slept (too) long. Later on, we were introduced to the Beautiful Gate's project and what we are going to do here in Cape Town. We then started preparing for the childrens program, which we are going to run for the next 3 days. It is similar to what we've already done in Barbados. But we just learnt that the kids we're working with cannot speak English! So we have to see, how we are going to handle this.  Please keep praying for us. Some of our prayer requests are:-Strength, protection and health for all of us-A good interaction with the children (communication, response, able to bring love and fun)-personal growth-discovering and using our spiritual gifts-stepping out in faith&lt;br /&gt; Love From the Africa Team!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-7483529478241344992?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7483529478241344992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=7483529478241344992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/7483529478241344992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/7483529478241344992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-date.html' title='Up Date!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-5457396182542707332</id><published>2008-01-02T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:04:28.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Jurney!</title><content type='html'>To Day Is New Years eve. I find my sealf siting in South Africa in amasment. This year has been the most life changing and painful year of my life.  Its heard to find the words to say. The emotions that I feal in this moment is joy but yet  the deapest pain I have even fealt.  I want to cry but the tears wont come.  I came in to this  year of 07 as a broken lost little girl running in the dark. I longed for some one to wisper my name and say they love me. FOr some one to hold me and never let me go. To fill that empty void that could never be satisfied. I was so broken and shatered with scals over my eye. I tryed to make the pain go away  I pushed it  far in side of me and locked the door. I tryed to for get to be numb to the pain in side. So I serounded my sealf with smocking,drinking, drugs, and  sex (so called love). But theys where all so fack,If you blow they would brake and crumble in your hands. &lt;br /&gt; In the midst of all this my sole was screaming for something more. For a love that would not run dry and that would never again  leave me alone.  Some times I would wisper a prayer hoping  God could still lision, "God, Pleas dont give up on me."  I know he never  stop bleaving in me. As I walked the road blind God was still there. He was holding on to me even when I had let him Go.. &lt;br /&gt;Finly I had reached the end of the roap so I desided to run away from it all and try to start again. One day I fould my sealf with a sigeret  in my mouth sitiong  on the frount steps of my house with the bible opened up on my lap. I Wanted something more but had lost sight of how to reach it... But God Knew how to get hold of my heart..&lt;br /&gt; A few days befor I was to run to Texas to start over again. God brought me an Angle that I will never for get.  The first day I meat him he light a  fire in me that started to mealt my heart.. For the first time in a long time I was able to cry. THat night with the  moon shining on my tear stained face I look up in to its glow and heard a voice wisper. Krista, I love you and want the beast for you. In that moment in time I knew there was a God that rilly caired for me. The folowing months where the most transforming and beautiful.. I did not move to Texas to run away from my mustacks. But in sted whent back to my parients and found unconditunal love and suport. They did not turn ther back on me even if I had broken ther hearts by the way I had left them. They stood by me even when they fould out about my life stile.  They cared for me and held me at a very vonerable time.  I grew to love and respect  them in a way I had never had befor.&lt;br /&gt; I bleave God gave me an angle he was so amasing and beautiful he taught me how to feal , cry,  laugh, smile, play, sing, He  bleaved in me, He  held me threw the most painful times, He never let me go even when he could have but most of all he taught me how to love like I have never loved be for. He showed me pashon that I had never seen. He showed me how I deserve to be treated and he was not ashamed of me... Threw him God alowd me to experience love and pashion that could last a life time. A Love that will never be for goten.  He helped me find God again. He showed me how to have pashion and a true faced relationship with God.. I lirned that God was not all about how Good you where but that he loves you the way you are. That every time you fall down he is there to pick you up..  &lt;br /&gt; my family and friends watched as I when threw this healing and growing time,they could barly bleave there eyes.  I was lirning about God in a knew way. God  showed me love threw others. A Hunger and thirst for God grew in me.. I started to serch for God with all that was in me. I wanted to live my life no longer for me but I wanted him to write my life story. Because I could see how much more beautiful it is when he is in controal... &lt;br /&gt; I knew I wanted to go somewhere to lirn more about God. So I prayed and God gave me a heart for Africa. I looked in to Youth with a mission and I found Barbados DTA right away and knew in my sprit that was where God was Calling me...  So for the last 3 months I have been seeking God and lirning about  His heart for the lost.  when I arived in Barbados ..  I knew I was where God called me to.  It has been the most amasing yet the most painful time of my life.. I lirned so much about God and fell more in love with Him.  God started slowly taking every thing that I was holding on to and making them unsterdy. So the only thing I could hold on to Was God. Then God started riping open all the closed doors I thought where cleened out. But to find that I had only cleaned out what I could see. So God started cleaning out all the hiden and forgoten things. There was barly a week that when by that was not full of God polling something new  out of me. It was so much pain but God was always there to carry me when all I wanted to do was give up. God was always there to filled all the empty places in me and showd me how much he loved. He would overwelme me with his love and speek sweet words in to my ear. He showed me how he truly saw me.God was and is  puting me threw a time of braking so that all the crap in me in being taken out and replaced with some one Beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve him, If I am in sorrow, my sorroow may serve Him, He does nothing in vain, He knows what He is about. (by. John Hanry Newman)&lt;br /&gt; So,Hear I am with nothing leaft to brake every part of me is week,tired and brokem... God, you have taken every thing from me. God I'm so unperfect, I dont  say things right . And somtimes I'm totally lost in who you are but in thows times I just have to rember where I have been and where I am now.  one thing I do know is that you will never let me go.. That you will never give up on me and that you will never stop teacking me.&lt;br /&gt; Looking back  I came in to this year blind and broken and I end it With new eyes to see but a compleatly new broken heart. But threw this brokenss I will find holeness threw God. God take my weakness and make tem your strangth... I feal as if I dont have a heart any more so God give me your heart.  Give me a heart that wont run drie as I love the broken and the hurt. Hear in South Africa and every where you take me. Give  me your hand that will tenderly love and cair for the needy. Lord in this next year  I lay all of me at your feet.  I long for you more every day. Be my lover and friend. &lt;br /&gt; God thank you for all that you have given me this year.  God I'm sorry for all the mustakes that I have mad and the mess that I keep making, DADDY I GIVE UP! Take my paint brush from my hand  and paint my life story for me. I dont know what to do Daddy I give up I cant do this any more...&lt;br /&gt; Well the South African Sun has gawn down and The New Year is coming in.. I'm going to spen myn with my Love Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foregn tongue. Do not now seek the answers, Wich can not be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.   By. Maria ranier Rilke&lt;br /&gt;   May God Bless your New Year and may God teack you to see God for who he truly is! And May you see who you truly are by  Gods Eyes!&lt;br /&gt; With Love Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-5457396182542707332?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5457396182542707332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=5457396182542707332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/5457396182542707332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/5457396182542707332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-jurney.html' title='my Jurney!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-3027149462338508918</id><published>2008-01-01T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:16:49.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Every one!&lt;br /&gt; Wow its been a long time coming but hear I am. I made it to South Africa and I'm in one peace:)! It took 3 days to het hear but it whent past fast so that was Good.  WE arived on the 31st. To day we got a chance to sleep in then did prep for the Next 3 days. We are going to have a Kids camp. We just found out that they don't speek very much  english so that ist going to be a intresting...  I'll keep you all updated on how every thing is going..&lt;br /&gt; Its about 11:25 pm and I'm so not sleepy its the jet lage. I hope I can fall asleep soon thow.&lt;br /&gt; God bless Love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-3027149462338508918?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3027149462338508918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=3027149462338508918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3027149462338508918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3027149462338508918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-every-one-wow-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-5326602801203077493</id><published>2007-12-22T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:05:46.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas prayer!</title><content type='html'>Hear I am sitting on my bed crying out. Daddy what is your hearts cry for my life? He wispers you will go in to all the world and preach the gosple to all the world and make desiples of all nations.. I have placed in side of you a pashion for my lost sheep.Your heart will brake for the ones no one will look at. For the lest you will be there brotecter. YOu will go where no man has wanted to go. YOu will cary the broken hearted,You will hold the hed of the ones who are lost and dont know where to go..Fother this is my hearts cry to be your hands to be your feet to go where you seand me. To never stray from the path you have for me ever again. Daddy I fall on my nees and I give you my heart I give you my life. This is all I can give you. This new Year its me and you Daddy.. YOu are my breth that I breath, You the the wind under my wings, When I long to fall . You hold me tight to your chest and you say my child I will never let you Go... YOu coult the tears that run down my cheek. You know it all. you know my heart and every thing in side.Fother this is my prayer never let me walk out side of the path that you have for me, Never let me loose sight of you because with out you I'm so lost and empty.. Daddy with you I can breath, With you I can be me and who you made me to be....This year I lay it all at your feat, This year I give you every part of my life I hold nothing bake. Flow threw every part every detail every thing thats in me!!!Happy Birthday Jesus..This is my gift all that I am and ever will me that is what I lay at your feet!!!!I love you DADDY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-5326602801203077493?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5326602801203077493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=5326602801203077493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/5326602801203077493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/5326602801203077493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-prayer.html' title='Christmas prayer!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-6360794786565661374</id><published>2007-12-11T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:47:36.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt; Keep me in your prayers. This week we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; ready for a Kids camp next week. Also this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; we are holding a party for Kids that have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;affected&lt;/span&gt; by Aids.. So there rill is a lot happening. I pray that God will use me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; kids that I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to work with.&lt;br /&gt; God Bless Love Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-6360794786565661374?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6360794786565661374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=6360794786565661374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/6360794786565661374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/6360794786565661374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-keep-me-in-your-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-9095707063133743381</id><published>2007-11-25T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:20:38.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“A GIRL ON A MISSION”Dear friends,     I am sitting at my window with a cool breezehitting my face, thinking about the journey I havebeen on.  It started September 28th.  For the last 7weeks I have been in the lecture phase of myDTS.-Discipleship Training School. Some of the topicsof the lectures are, “The Father heart of God”(Opening my eyes to how God views His children) and“Self government and World view” (before we try tochange the world we need to first change ourselves). The last lecture I want to mention was about walkingin the destiny God has for us and letting go ofanything that is holding us from it.  The lectureshave opened my eyes and given me a desire to furthermy education.     When I'm out of the class room, God iscontinually teaching me every day.  Some days are veryhard and painful.  God is teaching me patience and howto trust Him with every aspect of my life.  Being hereat YWAM has been a life changing experience.  God hasplaced a passion in my heart to go and reach out tothis generation and to fight for justice in the world.                            “REACHING THE COMMUNITY”          Our team has had the opportunity to go to schoolsand spend time with kids, playing games, telling Biblestories, singing songs and doing crafts.  By spendingtime and showing God's love, we hope to make adifference in their lives.  We have also spent time atthe general hospital that's run by the government. There are many elderly and disabled patients.  Itbreaks my heart every time I go.  Some of the peoplehave been left there never having visitors.  I sing tothem, hold their hands and just spend time with them. Seeing their smiles makes me know that I'm blessingthem.     As a team, we go around Barbados to churches andtalk about our trip, give testimonies and minister.  Ihad the opportunity to preach at a correctionalfacility.  I'm so privileged to be used by God totouch lives here in Barbados.                                “REACHING OUT TO THE NATIONS”     On December l0th, our outreach phase starts.  Wewill be working in Barbados for two weeks with localorphanages and running a kid's camp.  On December28th, out team of 8 will leave for South Africa.  Wewill be working with an organization called “BeautifulGates” in Windhoek, Nambia, in a township calledKatutura. (meaning a place I don't want to be)  Wewill also be working at “Beautiful Gates in Cape Town. At “Beautiful Gates” we will be working with orphansand “at risk children and families”.  We may also workwith prison ministries and juvenile homes.(James l:27)I will be back home February l8, 2008!!        I AM NEEDING MORE MONEY FOR THE OUTREACH PHASE. I need $2100's by December 5th.  If you would like tomake a donation you can mail it to my home and my momcan deposit it in my account which I have access to inBarbados. My home address: 40 Black Bear Ct.,Browntown, VA 22610.     Thank you for your prayers and support.  Pleasepray for our protection and health, open hearts tomake a difference, unity in the teams and that Godwill provide all the needed funds.                                                                                      God bless you,                                                                                     Krista Rose Parker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-9095707063133743381?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/9095707063133743381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=9095707063133743381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/9095707063133743381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/9095707063133743381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/11/girl-on-missiondear-friends-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-1121585052207126938</id><published>2007-11-21T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:29:17.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt; I'm so sorry for not riting on hear. Well let me just say life is bissy.&lt;br /&gt;School and home work is taking up so much of my time.&lt;br /&gt; I will be leaving for South Africa on Dec.28th.. WE will be working with Orphans and the poor.&lt;br /&gt;I know God has So much in store for us as we go and love and help as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt; God has been rilly working in my life. I am growing so much. It is not always fun at all but I know God is forming me in to some one that in the end will be more beautiful. Even if it hurts to get to that point of Beauty...&lt;br /&gt; I need as much prayer as I can get. I need more money for my trip and so bus a lot of my team.&lt;br /&gt;So just hold me up in prayer as I stand in fath...&lt;br /&gt; Thanks and God Bless!!&lt;br /&gt;    Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-1121585052207126938?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1121585052207126938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=1121585052207126938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/1121585052207126938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/1121585052207126938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-im-so-sorry-for-not-riting-on-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-8090344907162209144</id><published>2007-09-28T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:04:43.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>I made it  hear. The flights were not all that bad. I am so sleepy.  Its  beautiful, the peole  are rilly  nice.&lt;br /&gt; Ok Keep me in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-8090344907162209144?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8090344907162209144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=8090344907162209144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/8090344907162209144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/8090344907162209144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-673507861950319804</id><published>2007-09-27T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:37:15.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OFF!</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt; WOW I leave in 7 hours!!!! I have been getting ready like a mad woman. But now the worst is over of the packing and the adventure begins..&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt; Love Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-673507861950319804?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/673507861950319804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=673507861950319804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/673507861950319804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/673507861950319804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m OFF!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-3272913015776419054</id><published>2007-09-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:04:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP*!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;! Some one help me! I'm trying to get over my cold and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;... I leave for Barbados in 3 days!!!! PRAY FOR ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-3272913015776419054?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3272913015776419054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=3272913015776419054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3272913015776419054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3272913015776419054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/09/help.html' title='HELP*!!!!'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007503808918794366.post-3768940334559706240</id><published>2007-09-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:11:16.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geting ready to leave for Barbados</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to mack this so People could read about whats up while I'm off on my missions trip. I'll be away for 5months :(! I know God wants me to go but its heard. I will be leaving in about 1 week :O WOW!&lt;br /&gt; I can do all thinks threw God who strengthens me!&lt;br /&gt; Keep me in you prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Krista,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007503808918794366-3768940334559706240?l=imagirlonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3768940334559706240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007503808918794366&amp;postID=3768940334559706240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3768940334559706240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007503808918794366/posts/default/3768940334559706240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagirlonamission.blogspot.com/2007/09/geting-ready-to-leave-for-barbados.html' title='Geting ready to leave for Barbados'/><author><name>Krista Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922295754324329591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZwjR6rvvAs/SdA91o3GHeI/AAAAAAAAABw/tp7VenXYuBc/S220/086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
