<?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-2713635088861554421</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:49:09.473-07:00</updated><category term='Clover and Willfred'/><category term='Kids of Courage'/><category term='india'/><category term='from'/><category term='Garden'/><title type='text'>The Things I Think About</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-7840830661025253116</id><published>2010-05-16T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:19:16.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>My  Mom's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mom has a garden . The garden is almost all green ,I like eating sweet peas.But the radishes are yuck we already picked all those. I am waiting for the corn ,(on the cob) . But that isn't all we have Caribbean hot peppers and two others I don't know how to spell , dill, tomatoes, zucchini,cucumbers and a bunch of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-7840830661025253116?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7840830661025253116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=7840830661025253116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/7840830661025253116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/7840830661025253116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-moms-garden.html' title='My  Mom&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-1760167989906496002</id><published>2010-02-16T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:54:15.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Things about India</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/images/flags/in-flag.jpg" alt="" align="right" border="1" hspace="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;Location&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        South of Pakistan, China, and Nepal&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;Main Languages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Hundreds of languages are spoken in India. Hindi is a main language.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India became an independent country in 1947. Britain ruled India before that time. Most Indians believe everyone in India should be free to practice their religious beliefs. However, in recent years, extreme Hindus have become more powerful. They would like India to be more influenced by Hindu ways and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;Religion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Mostly Hindu&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;Persecution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians in many places in India are mistreated because of their faith in Christ. The persecutors know they are less likely to get punished in areas where radical Hindus are in power. Hindus accuse Christians who help the poor and needy of trying to “bribe” or “force” people to become Christians. They also attack pastors who have led Hindus to Christ. In some states of India, Hindus are trying to get the government to pass laws that will make it harder for Christians to help people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a thing that I found on kids of  courage  about India&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/2713635088861554421-1760167989906496002?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1760167989906496002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=1760167989906496002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1760167989906496002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1760167989906496002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-about-india.html' title='Things about India'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3725579938311002088</id><published>2010-01-25T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:16:42.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids of Courage'/><title type='text'>Big Faith Brave Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="contentheading sIFR-replaced" width="100%"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" class="sIFR-flash" src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com//modules/mod_ninjasifr/mod_ninjasifr/fonts/arial_rounded_bold.swf" quality="best" flashvars="content=Big%2520Faith%2520and%2520a%2520Brave%2520Heart%2509&amp;amp;antialiastype=&amp;amp;width=704&amp;amp;height=36&amp;amp;fitexactly=&amp;amp;tunewidth=&amp;amp;tuneheight=0&amp;amp;offsetleft=&amp;amp;offsettop=&amp;amp;thickness=&amp;amp;sharpness=&amp;amp;kerning=&amp;amp;gridfittype=pixel&amp;amp;zoomsupport=false&amp;amp;flashfilters=&amp;amp;opacity=100&amp;amp;blendmode=&amp;amp;size=18&amp;amp;zoom=100&amp;amp;css=.sIFR-root%257Bcolor%253A%2523333333%253Bmargin-left%253A10%253Balignment%253Aleft%253B%257D&amp;amp;selectable=true&amp;amp;fixhover=true&amp;amp;preventwrap=false&amp;amp;link=&amp;amp;target=&amp;amp;version=299" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="transparent" name="sIFR_callback_0" id="sIFR_callback_0" allowscriptaccess="always" sifr="true" height="27" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span id="sIFR_callback_0_alternate" class="sIFR-alternate"&gt;          Big Faith and a Brave Heart   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td class="buttonheading" align="right" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/35-spotlights/156-big-faith-brave-heart-vietnam?tmpl=component&amp;amp;print=1&amp;amp;page=" title="Print" onclick="window.open(this.href,'win2','status=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,titlebar=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=640,height=480,directories=no,location=no'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/images/M_images/printButton.png" alt="Print" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="buttonheading" align="right" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/component/mailto/?tmpl=component&amp;amp;link=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5raWRzb2Zjb3VyYWdlLmNvbS9zcG90bGlnaHQvMTU2LWJpZy1mYWl0aC1icmF2ZS1oZWFydC12aWV0bmFt" title="E-mail" onclick="window.open(this.href,'win2','width=400,height=300,menubar=yes,resizable=yes'); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/images/M_images/emailButton.png" alt="E-mail" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="contentpaneopen"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/images/stories/0512_koc.jpg" alt="" align="left" height="204" hspace="7" vspace="4" width="179" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;(The following true testimony tells the story of Trinh, a young Vietnamese woman now living in the U.S. Trinh tells what her life was like as a young Christian in Vietnam when she was about the age of the Vietnamese girl in the photo. The testimony is adapted and paraphrased from interviews with Trinh and her mother. Her name and some identifying details have been changed to protect her identity.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Growing Up In Vietnam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school in Vietnam, kids questioned me about my faith. There were Buddhists, Hindus, and others. They would say, “There is no difference between Buddhism and Christianity.” I would say, “Yes, there is a difference.” I am still praying for them and believe one day they will be Christians.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I began driving a motorbike at age 13, without a license. It’s not necessary to have a license in Vietnam. It’s different in America. People drive cars and there are rules and regulations. There are no rules in Vietnam. On the motorbike, I helped my pastor and his wife in their ministry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I had free time, I stayed home with my family. My dad shared God’s Word with me during those times. He was training me to be a servant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still Dangerous for Christians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still danger for Christians in Vietnam. They carry their Bibles in a bag because they can’t open them and read them freely on the street. It’s getting better in Saigon; it’s worse in tribal areas and in the north.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because of our Christian beliefs and activities, my mother was taken to the police station for questioning about 10 times. Sometimes they kept her for two days. My sister and I got to school on our own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The police asked her, “Why do you continue to talk to people about Jesus?” She answered: “Because I want everyone in Vietnam to come to the Lord, even you. Do you want me to pray with you to come to Christ?” The police told her they could send her to prison. She said if they did, she would share the gospel with the prisoners.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One Sunday the leader of our house church was preaching when six police came. They told him to stop preaching. He said, “No, the service is not finished yet. Sit down and wait.” The police sat down!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the service, they took the pastor to the police station, walking down the street with people watching. The 35 believers from the house church followed them down the street!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the police took the pastor into the station for questioning, the believers all knelt in the doorway to pray! “You can’t pray here!” a policeman said. “This is not a church!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Our God is everywhere,” a believer explained, “not just in church.” After much talking, the police allowed the pastor to go home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trinh’s Vision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were in Vietnam now, I would go into the jungle and evangelize people. I would also take mission trips to the tribal people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My heart is for reaching Vietnam with the gospel. It is a vision God has given me. I want to learn as many things as possible to prepare to serve God in Vietnam. I thank God for giving me big faith and a brave heart. I am prepared to go to prison.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span class="article_separator"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt;Related Articles / M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;edia&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/52/279-nigeria"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/56/269-turkey"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/78/252-uzbekistan"&gt;Uzbekistan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/feature-story/1-feature/215-vietnam-kids-of-courage-go-underground"&gt;Vietnam: Kids of Courage Go Underground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/35-spotlights/162-brave-vietnam"&gt;Henan: Brave Daughter of a Courageous Christian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3725579938311002088?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3725579938311002088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3725579938311002088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3725579938311002088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3725579938311002088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-faith-brave-heart.html' title='Big Faith Brave Heart'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-6642820255461428379</id><published>2010-01-04T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:40:16.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clover and Willfred'/><title type='text'>Episode 2 of Clover and Willfred</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were these Cats named Clover and Willfred  and they lived outside in a backyard of 20 kids , the kids were owned by Ms and Mr glob  and they loved   molasses cookies!       so it was the day before family fun night  and Ms glob made 35   molasses cookies! .Ms glob was cleaning while the kids were playing outside so she opened up the window the cookies were w molasses wrapped up on the counter and so    Clover and Willfred  scraped a hole in the screen and stole 30    molasses cookies the 5 left they carried in their mouth to their cat house and fell asleep comfy holiday came the dad  got the movie ready mom poured the milk she unwrapped the foil and  screamed who ate the cookies! they all said  I didn't. she said well we will find out ,the smartest youngest boys went into the kitchen and  they found cat hair so they ran outside and what did they find the biggest cats in the world !  so they told their mother and she made more molasses cookies&lt;br /&gt;                                                   THE    END   for luke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-6642820255461428379?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6642820255461428379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=6642820255461428379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/6642820255461428379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/6642820255461428379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-2-of-clover-and-willfred.html' title='Episode 2 of Clover and Willfred'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3612187844550491378</id><published>2010-01-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:17:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Today is my brothers birthday ! Zachary is one today ! Tawna is more exited than he is . Well he  doesn't know so that's different. also I got a dog named Misty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3612187844550491378?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3612187844550491378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3612187844550491378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3612187844550491378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3612187844550491378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-8362115632393220713</id><published>2009-11-27T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:52:35.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids of Courage'/><title type='text'>Leah's Story from Kids of Courage</title><content type='html'>Leah is a Christian woman in China. “The most important calling we have from God is to preach the gospel in places where people have not heard it,” said Leah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah knows how difficult it can be to follow that calling. She went to jail for three years because she taught others about Jesus. Now the police watch her every day. She and her family have moved three times in the last three years to avoid the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God began preparing Leah to face difficulties as a Christian in China when she was a girl. She told her story to a worker from The Voice of the Martyrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leah’s Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 5 years old when my mother became a Christian. My father was not a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew about Jesus for a long time. My mother told me about him. But I didn’t get saved until I was 12. One day I went with my mother to a small church. Only about nine Christians went to the church. They had no Bibles and no pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day at church when they prayed, I wanted to cry. I don’t know why. One person asked, “May I pray for you?” I said yes. I felt Jesus’ presence and I really loved him and wanted to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I always wanted to pray. But I didn’t know much about Jesus. I just knew I loved him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharing at School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one at school knew I was a Christian. If they found out, I would not be able to go to that school anymore. I was tempted to stop believing in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was about 15, there was a fire in my heart. I wanted to study the gospel and tell others about Jesus. Even some of my cousins began to believe in Jesus after I told them about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen a Bible. Missionaries brought God’s word to China many years ago. Then the government kicked out all the missionaries. The older people passed down what they had learned from the missionaries to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down what I heard from the old people on notes and passed the notes to my classmates. Before class, I walked with them and talked to them quietly about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my classmates started believing in Jesus, I found out one of my teachers was a Christian! He was my music and math teacher. Christians could talk freely about our faith in his class and he protected us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finding a Bible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about what the older people told us. But we didn’t know if it was correct or not, because we didn’t have a Bible. When I was 16, I found someone with a Bible! I thought, “I can read it myself and I don’t have to learn from others!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to copy the Bible by hand. I copied parts of it to hand out to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leah Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah continued to share her faith with others, even when she was persecuted for it. She now has a daughter who is about the same age Leah was when she decided to follow Christ. Her daughter worries about her mother’s safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ask God to continue watching over Leah, and to give her daughter peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect their identities, the names of some of the people on this site and some identifying details have been changed. Some of the quotes and stories have been edited and paraphrased from the original sources for clarity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="article_separator"&gt;from kids of courge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-8362115632393220713?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8362115632393220713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=8362115632393220713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/8362115632393220713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/8362115632393220713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/11/leah-is-christian-woman-in-china.html' title='Leah&apos;s Story from Kids of Courage'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3334228304075099358</id><published>2009-10-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:53:42.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids of Courage'/><title type='text'>Tolerence check</title><content type='html'>Tolerance Check&lt;br /&gt;Read each pair of statements below. Which statement in each pair best shows true Christian tolerance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. We should believe that all religions teach the truth.&lt;br /&gt;b. Christian tolerance means understanding that God wants us to share the gospel with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. It is fine to get angry with people because they have different beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;b. It is right to treat those who believe differently with kindness and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Keep the truth to yourself so others won’t be offended.&lt;br /&gt;b. Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Agree with others who have different beliefs to make friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;b. Love others with different beliefs enough to share the truth about Jesus with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each pair of statements above, “b” best shows true Christian tolerance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3334228304075099358?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3334228304075099358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3334228304075099358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3334228304075099358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3334228304075099358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/tolarence-check.html' title='Tolerence check'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-7742533605355661306</id><published>2009-10-29T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:57:35.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibles unbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bibles Unbound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;For $30 a month, The Voice of the Martyrs will send your family, class, or group five New Testaments and everything needed for mailing Scriptures to someone in a country where Christian activity is limited by the government. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.biblesunbound.com/"&gt;www.BiblesUnbound.com&lt;/a&gt; to find out how to sign up. The site also tells you how to get a free DVD to learn more about the Bibles Unbound program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-7742533605355661306?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7742533605355661306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=7742533605355661306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/7742533605355661306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/7742533605355661306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/bibles-unbound.html' title='Bibles unbound'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3245856080128515545</id><published>2009-10-29T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:51:45.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight</title><content type='html'>Every day, the ice cream man pushed his cart into a small village in Vietnam. The children crowded around him to buy his treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else came to the village to share something special with the children. Thaddeus, a Christian, came to share the good news of Jesus with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Vietnamese children have never heard about Jesus. They don’t know that he was born in a stable in Bethlehem, or that he healed sick people. No one has told them how God sent Jesus to save those who believe in him from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arrested&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus stayed in the village for a month sharing Bible stories with the children. He noticed that the ice cream man seemed always to be nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, the ice cream man pulled a gun out of his cart! “You’re under arrest,” he told Thaddeus. The ice cream man was really a policeman in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prison and Freedom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus went to prison for sharing his faith with the village children. “I loved my interrogator,” he said. Thaddeus obeyed Jesus’ command to “love your enemies” (Matthew 5:44).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I told him that God always provides for me, so he took away my food. That night as I was praying, a Christian outside the prison wall threw a plastic sack with food in it over the wall. Every night the food secretly dropped down. The prison commander was amazed that I was not becoming thin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus was set free after nine months in prison. After his release, he continued to share stories of Jesus with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;(To protect their identities, the names of some of the people on this site and some identifying details have been changed. Some of the quotes and storie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3245856080128515545?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3245856080128515545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3245856080128515545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3245856080128515545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3245856080128515545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/spotlight.html' title='Spotlight'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-4443020429236891741</id><published>2009-10-29T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:47:41.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to forgive</title><content type='html'>Gracia Burnham was angry. A gang of violent Muslims had kidnapped her. Gracia did not even like to go camping. But the group forced Gracia and her husband Martin to live with them in the jungle. The jungle had no beds, bathrooms, stores, or air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracia and Martin were missionaries in the Philippines. Before the men kidnapped them, Gracia homeschooled their three kids: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/35-spotlights/176-philippines-jeff-mindy-and-zach-hold-on-and-keep-praying"&gt;Mindy, Zach, and Jeff&lt;/a&gt;. Martin, a pilot, flew mail and supplies to other missionaries in hard-to-reach places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men who kidnapped the Burnhams belonged to a group that wanted Muslims to have more power in the Philippines. They had the mistaken idea that they could get power by hurting innocent people. The kidnappers took Martin, Gracia, and other innocent people into the jungle. Friends and relatives took care of Mindy, Zach, and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rude Treatment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kidnappers often behaved rudely to the Burnhams. At Christmastime, they made fun of Martin and Gracia because they would not be at home with their families on Christmas. They kept Martin on a chain like a dog. Martin and Gracia got very little food, even when the kidnappers had a lot to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracia felt so angry that she wished bad things would happen to the kidnappers. She told Martin that she wished the men would suffer forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was very wise. He reminded her that God does not want us to wish for our enemies to suffer. Gracia remembered that the Bible says, “If you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins” (Matthew 6:14, 15, NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/images/stories/gracia2.jpg" alt="" align="left" height="179" hspace="5" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gracia forgave her kidnappers, her anger went away. But it was not easy to forgive. From day to day, their captors forced them to endure new burdens. Gracia had to forgive again and again. After a while, she found it easier to not get as angry when she was mistreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year after the Burnhams were kidnapped, their struggle ended. Sadly, Martin died in a battle between soldiers from the Philippine military and the kidnappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracia was shot in the leg, but she was able to get away from the kidnappers and out of the jungle. She joined her children in the United States. Now she teaches others the lessons she learned in the jungle about forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources include: To Fly Again by Gracia Burnham with Dean Merrill (Wheaton, IL: Tyndale House, 2005).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="article_separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-4443020429236891741?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4443020429236891741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=4443020429236891741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4443020429236891741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4443020429236891741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-to-forgive.html' title='Learning to forgive'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-4333309178595861845</id><published>2009-10-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:54:10.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids of Courage'/><title type='text'>Maria moves on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/images/stories/Maria.jpg" alt="" align="right" height="175" width="140" /&gt;Maria knew she made a bad choice. She rebelled against her Christian parents. Like other restless Colombian youth, she and her boyfriend ran away and joined a gang of guerrillas. They hoped to find adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But guerrilla life was miserable and dangerous. Three months after they joined the guerrillas, Maria’s boyfriend was dead. Maria was stuck. The guerrillas, who carried out acts of war and terrorism against the government, did not let people leave easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maria’s story was told in 2006 on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;www.KidsofCourage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; in a story called “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsofcourage.com/spotlight/35-spotlights/160-maria-colombia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maria: Putting the Past Behind.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; The story told about how Maria’s parents continued praying for her, even after she rebelled against them. Maria cried when she remembered her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maria lost a leg during a guerrilla fight. The guerrillas allowed her to have surgery; without any medicine to stop the pain. They gave her easy jobs to do, but still did not let her go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day, during another guerrilla fight, the guerrillas fled and left her behind. She could not run away with just one leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Christians helped Maria and took care of her. She got a job working for a radio station that broadcast Christian messages into guerrilla areas. She called her parents and asked for their forgiveness. Maria also had a message for her younger brothers and sisters. “Tell them not to rebel like I did,” she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A Hopeful Future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Voice of the Martyrs helped Maria get an artificial leg. She is married to a Christian and is following the Lord. She and her husband are going to have a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span&gt;Please pray for Maria, her marriage, and her ministry. Pray for youth who are still trapped in guerrilla life. Pray for missionaries who work in Colombia that they may spread the word of God successfully. Pray especially that radio stations in Colombia will reach guerrillas and that they will turn to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        Emily        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-4333309178595861845?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4333309178595861845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=4333309178595861845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4333309178595861845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4333309178595861845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/maria-moves-on.html' title='Maria moves on'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-5252637416046986336</id><published>2009-09-25T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:38:41.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wolf  Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok  Great Wolf Lodge was fun. My favorite ride is the howling tornado! it is awesome. It was not  fun the first time because  I ripped a hole in my swim suit. The second time I did it it was not so bad. At least  I get a puppy. Now Ethan on the other hand loved the yellow slide. He loved the big bucket that dumped one thousand  gallons of water every ten minutes. Judah loved the dark green slide.  So we had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-5252637416046986336?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5252637416046986336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=5252637416046986336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/5252637416046986336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/5252637416046986336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-wolf-lodge.html' title='Great Wolf  Lodge'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3935514774113781403</id><published>2009-09-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:07:54.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslim beleifs  about women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Christian missionaries to Muslim countries say that nothing is as important as the husband’s comfort in many Muslim homes. A woman’s feelings are often ignored.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                             Quran says that men may marry up to four wives (Chapter 4:3). Muhammad, the founder of Islam, was allowed to have more than four (Chapter 33:50).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Traditionally, Muslim men may marry either Muslim or Christian women, but Muslim women may marry only Muslim men.The Quran says that husbands may use force to make their wives obey (Chapter 4:34). Laws and rules in some Muslim countries force women and girls to submit to the wishes of strict Muslims.                                                                                                                                                                                The Bible talks about Christians “submitting to one another” (Ephesians 5:21). Husbands and wives are encouraged to care for each other. It does not talk about Christians forcing others to submit to their wishes.                                                                                                                                              The        Bible upholds the ideal of godly Christian men having only one wife. (See 1 Timothy 3:1, 12.)                                                                                                                                            The Bible tells men to be like Christ, who gave His life for the Church. Husbands are told to love their wives as they love themselves and as Christ loved the Church. (See Ephesians 5:25.)                                                                                                                                                                                              The Bible talks about “doing the will of God from the heart” (Ephesians 6:6).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3935514774113781403?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3935514774113781403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3935514774113781403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3935514774113781403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3935514774113781403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/muslim-beliefs-about-woman-christian.html' title='Muslim beleifs  about women'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-1655934315737733432</id><published>2009-08-10T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:06:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Of  July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fourth of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JULY  &lt;/span&gt;we had so much fun. First we went swimming and than we ate chicken potato salad  and the rest I do not remember. We played outside than we went to Joe pool lake  played than we waited a long time  I mean long time and than we watched  FIREWORKS.  Exept they were not as good this year to bad so sad.Well we did have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-1655934315737733432?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1655934315737733432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=1655934315737733432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1655934315737733432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1655934315737733432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth Of  July'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3632091385016963821</id><published>2009-07-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:21:16.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gecko  and  Guppies</title><content type='html'>OK      I want to  tell   you   about GUPPIES.   Well      my room  is like  a  Zoo  I  have two cages  in my room.  Well one  is an  aquarium   one   is a cage.  I  have a gecko  and  guppies  in my room  it  is so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3632091385016963821?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3632091385016963821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3632091385016963821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3632091385016963821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3632091385016963821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/gecko-and-guppies.html' title='Gecko  and  Guppies'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-4138329848459790371</id><published>2009-05-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:00:04.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice   of   the   Martyrs</title><content type='html'>My mom  signed me up to  watch  videos  on kids of courage.The  kids side  of  V.O.M I found  this cool  video  which  I put on my blog.  I get  magazines  from  V.O.M  and  maps  of  nations  that  are   restricted  or  hostile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    RESTRICTED  NATION : This  includes  countries where &lt;br /&gt;                    policy  or practice  prevents Christians from  obtaining&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; Bibles or other Chri&lt;/span&gt;stian literature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-4138329848459790371?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4138329848459790371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=4138329848459790371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4138329848459790371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4138329848459790371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/voice-of-martyrs.html' title='Voice   of   the   Martyrs'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-5231167071788768162</id><published>2009-04-16T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:41:01.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibles Unbound</title><content type='html'>This is  just a cool  video  I  found  about  Voice  of  the  Martyrs   and   Chinese  Christians  whose  churches  are  being   destroyed.  Please pray that God's Word  would be shared.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef60f36971170545" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def60f36971170545%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331569482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35823253B7904DDA0FF39FA758ED487362AD7388.25495DC0AFFF8A81283405A69120CE7D00DFD089%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def60f36971170545%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj2F2SCTeA5vtYmdTZp9ibGwWTPY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def60f36971170545%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331569482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35823253B7904DDA0FF39FA758ED487362AD7388.25495DC0AFFF8A81283405A69120CE7D00DFD089%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def60f36971170545%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj2F2SCTeA5vtYmdTZp9ibGwWTPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-5231167071788768162?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef60f36971170545&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5231167071788768162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=5231167071788768162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/5231167071788768162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/5231167071788768162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/bibles-unbound.html' title='Bibles Unbound'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-4689468420015842579</id><published>2009-03-04T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:23:48.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music Hall of Fame</title><content type='html'>The Country Music Hall of Fame is very exciting ! It is amazing and excellent ! Goodness gracious ! It is all country stuff, especially country singers . You can open these things like record players only they were mounted on to the wall and when you open them they play music . On the side were you open them they tell you who is singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-4689468420015842579?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4689468420015842579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=4689468420015842579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4689468420015842579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/4689468420015842579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-music-hall-of-fame.html' title='Country Music Hall of Fame'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-366936381879445897</id><published>2009-02-25T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:27:13.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 1 of Clover and Willfred                                                                                                      The Naughty Cats</title><content type='html'>Once there were two cats. Their names were Clover and Willfred . They just loved grits and popcorn. So one day while Clover was taking a nap, Willfred and her smelled something cooking. Willfred and Clover raced to the kitchen and CRASH! They bumped right in to their Mother and she scolded them. So while their Mom wasn't watching they snuck in to the kitchen and grabbed all the food and stuffed their bags full. Then, quietly, they went outside and dug a hole in the ground and made a house. And there they lived, happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-366936381879445897?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/366936381879445897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=366936381879445897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/366936381879445897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/366936381879445897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/naughty-cats.html' title='Episode 1 of Clover and Willfred                                                                                                      The Naughty Cats'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-1606639510895580774</id><published>2009-01-27T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:54:32.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When fun come's</title><content type='html'>ok when my mom's parents came over we had a bunch of fun. And I got a camera and I am going to put pictures on my blog oh they are so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-1606639510895580774?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1606639510895580774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=1606639510895580774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1606639510895580774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1606639510895580774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-fun-comes.html' title='When fun come&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-1544064438465212079</id><published>2009-01-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:22:15.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new gift  from God</title><content type='html'>Announcing ! my new baby brother who was born Sunday morning in two hours and was born 10 pounds 4 ounces. and is so cute his name is Zachary. And I hold him every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-1544064438465212079?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1544064438465212079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=1544064438465212079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1544064438465212079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1544064438465212079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-gift-from-god.html' title='A new gift  from God'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-5299685387007869261</id><published>2009-01-07T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:09:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>This Christmas we didn't go any were so we were by are self . Opening presents and having a good time it was fun. I got a radio. Well it has three things on it a radio a CD player and a tape recorder .  And I got a harmonica as well too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-5299685387007869261?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5299685387007869261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=5299685387007869261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/5299685387007869261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/5299685387007869261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-6276876114853527188</id><published>2008-12-10T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:22.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>For people that did not come for thanksgiving at are house I write about thanksgiving. So at my house for thanksgiving we eat a lot of turkey for lunch. We had a lot of people here for thanksgiving. We played a lot of games with friends and family a lot of people of are church family eighteen people including kids. They stayed until night it was really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-6276876114853527188?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6276876114853527188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=6276876114853527188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/6276876114853527188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/6276876114853527188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-1725276333712777852</id><published>2008-11-25T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:48:13.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs</title><content type='html'>This is just a crazy story for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a street that 1,000 frogs crossed.  Many had houses there. Out of many frogs, there were lots of of baby frogs. Out of them, the smartest one was a small frog named Sam. The other ones teased him and made fun of him. One day, Sam said to himself, "I am going to tease them. They have teased me so many times that I am going to tease them." The frogs lived near a water mill with a rope and the baby frogs were standing. So Sam jumped up high, pulled the rope and swish splash! Water fell on the frogs. "Why did you do that?" cried the frogs. "Just to make friends out of you," said Sam. So the baby frogs said they were sorry and they were friends with Sam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-1725276333712777852?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1725276333712777852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=1725276333712777852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1725276333712777852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1725276333712777852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/frogs.html' title='Frogs'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3123074384759402676</id><published>2008-11-22T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:09:24.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i want ?</title><content type='html'>What I really want is a horse. A black stallion the king of the horse herd. Those pretty things can be dangerous but i have never feared a black stallion. I wish I could have a whole farm and I want goats two goats too. But I am in gymnastics good at it to even tho I'm tall very tall. And I want a lap-top so I could have my own computer but my mom has to have one first then I could have my mom's computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3123074384759402676?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3123074384759402676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3123074384759402676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3123074384759402676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3123074384759402676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-i-want.html' title='what do i want ?'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-6511201426096974114</id><published>2008-11-21T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:55:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i want to be ?</title><content type='html'>What I really want to be is a missionary to go and tell God's word of the Bible. It's really hard to read my Bible every day and study every day but what's the difference be tween them reading your bible or studying  Their is no difference right well I don't know I guess it doesn't matter tho right ? But I still read my Bible a lot. My Bible is purple and black. I wish I had a pet goat named Barley so I want a brown goat because Barley means brown bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-6511201426096974114?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6511201426096974114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=6511201426096974114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/6511201426096974114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/6511201426096974114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-i-want-to-be.html' title='what do i want to be ?'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-7258019042575329877</id><published>2008-11-20T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:12:57.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i like to do ?</title><content type='html'>ok sometimes me and my mom like to do ruby dolls like proverbs 31 who can find a noble wife for she is far more then rubies. Tiny little dolls they are but I like them they are cute dolls but we still don't have them finishest. Sometimes I like to sew do beads and dress up pretty put on ear rings too. I like to draw write letters for the most part thats all I like to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-7258019042575329877?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7258019042575329877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=7258019042575329877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/7258019042575329877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/7258019042575329877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-i-like-to-do.html' title='what do i like to do ?'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-1440410132062401274</id><published>2008-11-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:30:50.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am</title><content type='html'>Who I am doesn't really matter. I have brown hair brown eyes and curly hair. I have lots of friends. I love to dress up cute. I love to write. I like to play games with my brothers Ethan and Judah. I like to play by my self sometimes. I like to turn somersaults all over the house like up and down the hall way then into my bedroom then to the living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-1440410132062401274?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1440410132062401274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=1440410132062401274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1440410132062401274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/1440410132062401274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-i-am.html' title='who i am'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3153526087839034145</id><published>2008-11-20T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:13:14.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people think i am crazy</title><content type='html'>sometimes people think i am crazy because i am crazy and why i am crazy is for a good reason i kinda have a kids church and i half to study a lot but reading my bible is a good thing i like it too. i like having a blog thow. I have an easle that i like to study on or write on to i like to do both thow and I like to dress up for church too i have a bunch of dresses too skirts from india too i like them all sorts of colors too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3153526087839034145?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3153526087839034145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3153526087839034145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3153526087839034145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3153526087839034145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-think-i-am-crazy.html' title='people think i am crazy'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2713635088861554421.post-3666449495121499119</id><published>2008-11-19T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:53:01.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i think about</title><content type='html'>ok my life is diferent than almost anybody for kids. most kids i know lets say for instans boys boys don't all the time play with their sisters at least anybody i know. i hope my brother dosent stop playing with me see that is why i am diferent but somtimes i like being different i don't care thow.me and my brother have our best game my brother's names are Ethan and Judah.sometimes i think that i am a real princess cause i have a canopy and wallpaper that looks like a ballroom my church COVANANT COMUNITY CHURCH is great i have three friends one girl two boys Sarah Josh and Jerid their fun to play with too i still have one friend her name is Moriah. She is my best friend we write each other letters it's fun too and we like it. my cosin Jonah and i are best cosins too he has a swimming pool we like to swim in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2713635088861554421-3666449495121499119?l=thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3666449495121499119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2713635088861554421&amp;postID=3666449495121499119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3666449495121499119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2713635088861554421/posts/default/3666449495121499119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsfromemilygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-think-about.html' title='things i think about'/><author><name>Emily Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678785951030414628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YksF-QPsM1I/Szzztt6oJ2I/AAAAAAAAACA/W4JxMWkBpEg/S220/December+2009+056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
