<?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-28952400</id><updated>2012-01-06T02:32:44.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirstin's Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the chronicles of my adventures.  As I journey with the Lord I hope to share about the people along the way and all that I learn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2576124342336142831</id><published>2012-01-06T02:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:32:44.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>"The greatest tragedy in life is not unanswered prayer, but unoffered prayer."  F.B. Meyer&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently been reading about prayer.  Actually I am on my fifth book on the topic and have discovered more questions than answers.  I guess that is true when you think about the idea of prayer.  It is both simple and completely complex.  Also incredibly mystical in that we have the amazing privilege to enter into the throne room of God because of Jesus and lay before Him all of our thoughts, concerns and worries.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also recently at a conference the speaker was talking about how God is transcendant and yet so intimate with each one of us.  How many times we speak to God so casually forgetting just who we are talking to.  But isn't that the amazing grace we have been given.  That the Lord invites us into his presence and tells us just to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I have been most struck by is just that...we are invited to come.  Come and seek Him and his presence.  That through our interaction with the Lord if we just keep coming to Him something happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had some grand story to tell of an answer to prayer or some way that God is moving and showing up for I know that He is.   But for now I know that He is working and that I will continue to come to Him.  For Jesus said to ask, seek, and knock.  I continue to pray that my eyes would be open to the ways that God is answering for many times I think I cannot see the answers because it doesn't fit within the ways I imagine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I continue on my quest to read and learn from others in their journey of prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2576124342336142831?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2576124342336142831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2576124342336142831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2576124342336142831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2576124342336142831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-119551179222312235</id><published>2011-11-29T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:34:37.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8M7sS_JLCo/TtVg2rheRVI/AAAAAAAABO8/uOUhswCKQnw/s1600/shot_1322540415196.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8M7sS_JLCo/TtVg2rheRVI/AAAAAAAABO8/uOUhswCKQnw/s400/shot_1322540415196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680552997510071634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have heard this phrase used so many times, "the Christian life is like a marathon not a sprint."  In a sense I understood the concept but not really what that actually felt like or meant.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I completed my second marathon and the spiritual parallels abound.  I definitely now have a greater picture and understanding of this phrase.  Since I haven't written anything for some time I thought I would put down a few thoughts and observations.  I am not a very fast runner so really during the race I had a lot of time to think and reflect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what struck me most in just how much you have to mentally push through to endure and get to the finish line.  I have been training now for the past three years to become a runner but somewhere in the midst of the run I had to start telling myself mantras to keep going.  I knew I had been training and that physically my body could do it but "WOW" does your mind ever play tricks on you and challenge you to quit.    Isn't this the same in our walk of faith?  So many times we are bombarded by lies and challenges to just give up and give in to temptation.  Yet it is in those times I have to renew my mind and remind myself of God's Word.  To keep pushing through and know that there will be a finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from there I thought about the training it took to even get to signing up for the race and believing I could finish.  Each week I put in hours of running and cross training to push myself beyond the physical boundaries of what is comfortable.  Then I get to build upon what I have accomplished to go further and make even greater strides.  Same in my spiritual life.  As I dig into God's Word and allow Him to mold me and make me more of who He has created me to be it at times is very painful and uncomfortable.  Yet there is a sweetness in it as well as others share the difference of what they see God doing in my life.  I think of this as well when I can see that transformation happening in the women's lives I disciple.  I know their stories and the pain and discomfort they have walked through.  But I also have watched them bravely engage with the Lord and allowed Him access to take them deeper and go farther in their intimacy with Him.  Just like my training there are seasons that are more challenging and seasons of rest that combine to move me closer to the goal of the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that has helped tremendously in my running has been my running coach.  I have a great coach who works with me and sends me the instructions on what to do each week so that I can accomplish my goals.  She is a fantastic runner and marvelous cheerleader.  She is way more accomplished than I will ever be in running but that is okay as she has taken me from the girl who could barely run for thirty minutes to a completing the marathon.  This too has all sorts of spiritual principles.  I cherish the many people who have gone before me.  Those who I learn from in God's Word, in books and also those I know personally.  I know God created us to be in relationship with others and what a picture of that with a coach.  He is the ultimate coach and guide and yet I do believe he puts people into our lives who can challenge, encourage, and come alongside as we seek to run the race marked out for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other interesting thing with a coach is that they can help but my coach cannot run the race for me or do the handwork physically to get me to the finish line.  She is my cheerleader and encourager but I was the one who had to endure the rain, the cold and the distance to get the medal at the end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This current race I did by myself.  For five very long hours I put one foot in front of the other making my way through the streets of Seattle.  At some moments I would just look around and gaze at what I was seeing.  At other times I cheered on other runner's as they passed me or I passed them.  Sometimes I prayed and other times I chanted to myself hoping no one could hear me. (Not wanting to come across as crazy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year throughout much of the race there was this group of women nearby.  Sometimes in front or behind but I noticed they stuck together and did the race together.  As I thought about doing another race in the future this is what I would hope for.  To find others to join with me in the journey.  It be able to share in the pain and the triumph.  To be able to encourage and be encouraged.   Again so many spiritual principles.  We are created for community.  To be able to join with others in our faith journeys and run alongside each other.  I am excited as I have now joined a group of runners and am looking forward to be more a part of that community and hopefully find others at my pace to do another race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thought as I looked back at the first attempt last year.  As I sought to do my very first marathon last year I got about halfway through and had pretty excruciating pain in my knees as I ran.  So for much of the second half I had to walk.  It was so incredibly frustrating as my goal was to run the entire race.   But even in this the principles abound.  That finishing with a limp so to speak I still finished.  Yet that became the driving force to train even harder and better so that this year the race could go better.  Also I have to continue to give grace to myself to just be in process.  Which is absolutely crucial in our faith journey.  That the Lord is guiding and leading and so abundantly gracious with us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that none of these thoughts are new and that many others have written more eloquently about their experience but I am grateful to have been able to finish the race marked out for me last weekend.  I am grateful to be able to truly understand that life is more a marathon than a sprint.  Who knows if I will try that distance again but as for running that is now a part of me and I cannot imagine not continuing to create goals and train and be able to see what my body can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-119551179222312235?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/119551179222312235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=119551179222312235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/119551179222312235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/119551179222312235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-marathon.html' title='Life is a Marathon'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8M7sS_JLCo/TtVg2rheRVI/AAAAAAAABO8/uOUhswCKQnw/s72-c/shot_1322540415196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7560510350527706129</id><published>2011-08-25T23:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:42:35.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Grace</title><content type='html'>The concept of common grace is one that has been in what I have been reading and listening to lately.  It takes a little different concept of discovering what is good, beautiful, and true in this world.  Or maybe not different but definitely is expanding my view in how to engage and communicate God's love and hope to others.  I thought I would link an article I just read for others to read as well.  I love being able to talk through these ideas and be able to discuss what others think and are learning.  So if anyone out there is willing I would love to know your thoughts on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.qideas.org/essays/the-problem-of-good.aspx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7560510350527706129?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7560510350527706129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7560510350527706129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7560510350527706129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7560510350527706129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/common-grace.html' title='Common Grace'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6398997408277519089</id><published>2011-08-05T23:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:51:59.201+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship</title><content type='html'>Much has been written on this subject.  The how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;to's&lt;/span&gt;, the theories, the benefits and even some of the trials.  All of it having some focus on Jesus and his relationship with his disciples.  Let me first say I am adding nothing new to the conversation as much as just recording some recent thoughts from a conference I attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Jo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saxton&lt;/span&gt; recently at a conference share how she was a part of a growing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;missional&lt;/span&gt; community and many of the principles that were both discovered and employed in seeing that community grow in a city.  Furiously I took notes as these are some of the things my heart is passionate about and for which it beats.  Discipleship, city, and transformation.  Of course many more words could be added to those but I will start there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as to not just write copious words here and repeat all the notes I took I wanted to share one phrase.   "Is my life worth imitating?" (A challenging question to ask oneself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The idea was raised that the disciples were to imitate Jesus.  They were simply instructed or informed on how to live but were actually in his presence living life with Him and learning from Him on how to live out faith.  So in our discipleship we imitate those we follow.  The words do as I say not as I do don't apply.  As much as we want to believe that we can say that, it doesn't really work.  One of the first principles I learned in ministry is more is caught than taught.  So then Jo posed that question..."Is our life worth imitating?"  How would you feel if those you lead knew how you handle money, time, and brokenness?  WOW!  Challenging.  The authenticity piece comes out again.  Are we in each others lives enough to see this or are we allowing others into our lives to see these things lived out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuing to ponder these questions and it brings me to my knees.  I am so unworthy that the Lord would choose to use me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; life and so incredibly desperate for him to transform me into becoming more like his Son.  I shudder at what those who have followed me have learned that I didn't intend.  Yet I am also stunned at what God has used and allowed me to be a part of.  There are some amazing women out there I have had the privilege of journeying with and I am so anxious to see what the Lord continues to do in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6398997408277519089?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6398997408277519089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6398997408277519089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6398997408277519089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6398997408277519089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/discipleship.html' title='Discipleship'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2810163224211122018</id><published>2011-07-18T05:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T05:13:21.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M_cHN5CS08/TiOkwzH5hwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Ib7WTtUAkQk/s1600/Seattle%2BPic%2Bfrom%2BShandel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M_cHN5CS08/TiOkwzH5hwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Ib7WTtUAkQk/s400/Seattle%2BPic%2Bfrom%2BShandel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630525117407266562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire great thinkers and writers.  The ability to communicate thoughts through words is such a great skill.  Also I just love that words can inspire, encourage, and just affirm what is beautiful and true.  Of course words also can be used to tear down and discourage which is so terribly tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four weeks of listening to speakers and learning a ton of leadership principles and skills I am also reminded of the importance of taking notes.  I think I go through phases in my life where I write profusely as I listen and other times where I just take things in.  But after four weeks I am grateful I took notes as I now have a resource with which to look over and go back through as I sit and ponder and plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thought that has been prevalent in much of what I have been reading and hearing has been around the idea of the Gospel.  That it must remain central in our lives and in all that we do.  What a challenge to think about.  How do I speak the Gospel to myself and others?  Is it reflected through my life?  What does it look like to embrace grace and truth together?  As I continue in this journey of going deeper in these thoughts I am grateful as well for others who I get to come alongside and learn from and discover more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2810163224211122018?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2810163224211122018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2810163224211122018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2810163224211122018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2810163224211122018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M_cHN5CS08/TiOkwzH5hwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Ib7WTtUAkQk/s72-c/Seattle%2BPic%2Bfrom%2BShandel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5451898116233302233</id><published>2011-06-10T02:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:28:21.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My day as a mascot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKDeehOaL04/TfK2mS--u-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/rKlS5EfeSG4/s1600/253424_10150212108994443_17089354442_6860240_5914796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKDeehOaL04/TfK2mS--u-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/rKlS5EfeSG4/s400/253424_10150212108994443_17089354442_6860240_5914796_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616752454331710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2598/9bae5dd4ef20bf9ee42c1eead7fec8cc/image/c3914c49e391623d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" alt="" src="http://localhost:2598/9bae5dd4ef20bf9ee42c1eead7fec8cc/image/c3914c49e391623d.jpg?size=320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this might be a little different than my normal posts but I had a few observations I thought I would share. Over the weekend I volunteered with a friend at the Race for the Cure in Seattle. Actually I volunteered with the Tubbs Romp to Stomp booth at the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started off early as I set out at 5:30 to arrive at the booth by 6 am to help with all the set up. We did all the usual booth activity-putting up signs, putting out fliers, etc. But my role for the day was actually to put on a fur costume and become Tubbs Scout for the morning. Yes I was to be a mascot for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I was going to be hot but really that is not the word to describe the experience. It is never really a great idea to put on a fur suit in over 60 degree weather. But hey it is all for a great cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is when in the costume you get to see every one's face and reaction to you as this large dog and they have no idea what you actually look like or your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the beginning. I along with my handler took the heavy bag (yes it took two of us to carry it) to the bathroom to become Tubbs Scout. I pulled on the jumpsuit which was my body and then attached my feet or paws and tried to maneuver around in the small space. Who knew what a tail would feel like. Lastly came the head. Good thing I am not claustrophobic because it is a helmet with the large over sized dog head all around. I was looking out of the big smile. My handler actually had to adjust all these pieces as we slid some of my fur into a shirt so that I didn't have parts of the costume peeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out I walk, a very large dog ready to wave and smile to the crowd. This is where the day begins to become full of observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I began to notice just how different people's reaction are to characters. I had been a handler once before when I worked for Warner Bros but this was my first time behind the mask. The experience is so much sweeter as you look at a child's face full of wonder and excitement as they share your hand-well paw and give you high fives. I loved watching as their eyes would get large and hesitate for a moment but then rush up to be next to me as a furry friend. Of course a few little ones would see me and just start to cry or hide in fear. I tried to make sure I didn't scare them and found myself getting down to their level to just show them I wasn't that scary. Overall I saw wonder and amazement in kids eyes. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then down at the kids race I got to walk around with all the other mascots cheering on the little runners and making them feel so special. Many pictures were taken and many hugs given. Being furry sure does change things. A few of the mascots actually started to run with the kids during the kids race. I had contemplated doing this as well. I mean I am a runner how bad could it be right? Well running is one thing, running in a fur suit when sweat is just dripping down my face with me standing there is another. So I opted for high fives and cheering on the kids as they came back from the quarter mile race. I sure do have even greater appreciation for those professional mascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more observations. Adults have varying responses. Many just laughed as I passed by and waved. A few giggled as I am sure they were thinking a big furry dog is looking at me. Then there were the groups and individuals wanted a picture. I was happy to oblige. The funny thing is I kept smiling for the pictures. About halfway through my time I realized I was doing this and found it incredibly funny as no one could actually see that I was smiling along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to not give you the impression I actually kept this costume on all day I did actually have to take many breaks and find a bathroom where I could remove my head to just breath and cool off. At one point after the stint for the race starts my handler could smell me and see steam rising off of me as she pulled the head off. It was pretty comical. I even had a moment where I was hiding in a changing room with a me sitting half in and half out of the fur suit. Trying to just cool down before I would head out again to greet the many passers-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last observation. A fur suit allows you access to many places you would never be able to go as a regular person. Pretty much no matter where I wanted to walk I was given access. I just kept passing through all sorts of security and sections that were for certain people. I guess obviously if you are dressed as a dog you are probably not a threat. Or maybe they figure you belong. Who knows but I was enjoying the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can now check this off as an experience. It was an interesting and fun filled day of making people smile. I especially enjoyed the little kids. I don't know if I will ever be a mascot again but I do know I will now smile at both the big furry creatures I run into and smile knowing someone inside the furry suit will see me smile at them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5451898116233302233?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5451898116233302233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5451898116233302233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5451898116233302233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5451898116233302233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-day-as-mascot.html' title='My day as a mascot'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKDeehOaL04/TfK2mS--u-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/rKlS5EfeSG4/s72-c/253424_10150212108994443_17089354442_6860240_5914796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6170450678817358168</id><published>2011-06-04T00:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:20:50.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More inspiring thoughts</title><content type='html'>So I am actually not much of a blog reader.  I think I would enjoy them but I just don't seem to take the time to search out those that would inspire me.  Yet I have been so struck by the comments of Q ideas.  I have loved reading Gabe Lyons book and all the great thinkers that write for their blog which gets sent to my inbox frequently.  The more I read the more I want to read.  Oh that I could write and think with  such grace and vision.  Anyway I thought I would post a quote from one of the articles written by Tim Keller.  Another amazing thinker and a man who seems to embody what it means to dwell on the Gospel and let that influence his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="contentBody"&gt;"The gospel doesn't change us in a mechanical way.  To give the gospel primacy in our lives is not always to logically  infer a series of principles from it that we then "apply" to our lives.  Recently I heard a sociologist say that, for the most part, the  frameworks of meaning by which we navigate our lives are so deeply  embedded in us that they operate "pre-reflectively." They don't exist  only as a list of propositions and formulations, but also as themes,  motives, attitudes, and values that are as affective and emotional as  they are cognitive and intellectual. When we listen to the gospel  preached, or meditate on it in the Scripture, we are driving it so  deeply into our hearts, imaginations, and thinking that we begin to  "live out" the gospel instinctively.&lt;/span&gt;"  ~Tim Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I can more fully embrace the dwelling on the Gospel and let that transform my heart and life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6170450678817358168?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6170450678817358168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6170450678817358168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6170450678817358168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6170450678817358168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-inspiring-thoughts.html' title='More inspiring thoughts'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1999663265744074152</id><published>2011-05-23T21:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:18:03.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple yet profound quote</title><content type='html'>"Nothing that we despise in the other man is entirely absent from ourselves.  We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or don't do, and more in light of what they suffer."  Dietrich Bonhoeffer-written from a concentration camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The above taken from the book UnChristian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion.  Such an amazingly deep concept.  In my desire to see justice done I know I struggle at times with offering compassion.  Or at least my compassion is for one individual over another.  Yet what would it look like to be a truly compassionate person.  To look beyond the actions or offense and see the wound in the person.  Brokenness in our world continues to perpetuate hurt and even greater brokenness.  Yet Jesus embraced the broken.  He sat, ate, celebrated and just listened to those who were hurting.  He saw beyond society's view of people and embraced who the person was in their innermost being.  Recognizing the beauty deep within and their need for a Savior.  Such love and grace.   I love that He gives so abundantly of himself and transforming us to become who we were meant to be.  That through Him we can offer compassion to those around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1999663265744074152?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1999663265744074152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1999663265744074152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1999663265744074152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1999663265744074152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-yet-profound-quote.html' title='A simple yet profound quote'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4688498039011827484</id><published>2011-05-06T23:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:57:31.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Always thoughts running through my mind</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me knows that I am usually pouring over at least two books at a time.  This past week I have finished one, been deep in another and then again picked up a third. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the most recent and moving through the others the idea of restoration and bringing healing to brokenness seem to be common themes.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruthless Trust&lt;/span&gt; by Brennan Manning he speaks of not only embracing the depth of our heartache, longing, despair and brokenness but also taking that and bringing it to the awe, wonder, amazement and inexplicableness of God.  One quote that struck me is this "The scandal of God's silence in the most heartbreaking hours of our journey is perceived in retrospect as veiled, tender Presence and a passage into pure trust that is not at the mercy of the response it receives"  This quote just seems to resonate with the idea of God desiring redemption, healing and restoration to our lives.  Yet in that same breath it is never quite the way we think it will be.  God is so much "out of the box" that we inevitably put him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So along with this book I have been continuing to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Next Christians&lt;/span&gt; by Gabe Lyons.  Also speaking of bringing restoration to our world.  What does it look like for us a believers to enter into this world and be agents of cultural change.  As we were discussing this topic this morning with our staff team the thoughts of bringing healing to brokenness kept running through my mind.  The world as it ought to be.  Many times as I sit with a student listening to her story I can hear the underlying message of the heart of am I loved? accepted? forgiven?.  Yes Yes Yes.  But then there is the practical outworkings of what does that mean day to day in the fray of all that we experience?  These are questions I continue to ponder and explore.  But also that excite me and challenge me to uncover more of who God is and the depth to which he passionately pursues each one of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in all of these books I also finished a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cooked: from the Streets to the Stove, from Cocaine to Foie Gras&lt;/span&gt; by Jeff Henderson.  It is this amazing story of a man who lived life as a drug dealer and hustler, went to prison and then found redemption through the passion of cooking.  The story is raw and real in his re-telling of his life events.  A story told through his eyes and the way he remembers events and yet I think one that speaks of the desire each of us has for our lives to count for something greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't come up with any solutions or any grand ideas.  I just know that I am compelled by this idea of bringing healing to brokenness.  The idea of restoration and redemption that I believe is at the heart of the Gospel.  One that I must speak into my own life and experience and one that I must share with others if I care anything at all for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4688498039011827484?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4688498039011827484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4688498039011827484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4688498039011827484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4688498039011827484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/always-thoughts-running-through-my-mind.html' title='Always thoughts running through my mind'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2316664155863483086</id><published>2011-04-19T23:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:10:18.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Missions</title><content type='html'>Well not my thoughts but great thoughts none the less.  As I am preparing to lead a time for our team on the materials by Gabe Lyons I was struck by a quote in the introduction.  A professor of his in college gave this description of missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missions &lt;/span&gt;was not the act of going to a scary place and courageously telling them what you believed. Instead, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt; was a vocation:  a thoughtful, strategic, deeply anthropological, and culturally observant way of live.  Moreover, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt; is for all Christians in every culture." Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Matheny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to unpack that statement and think about what that means in our modern day American culture.  Becoming a student and learner of the place in which I reside has always fascinated me and now to have this discussion with others will just enliven my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2316664155863483086?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2316664155863483086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2316664155863483086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2316664155863483086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2316664155863483086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-on-missions.html' title='Thoughts on Missions'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-9199993826326422675</id><published>2011-03-04T01:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T02:10:00.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from a book</title><content type='html'>As always I am deep within another book.  I think I should just put a bookshelf by my bed instead of a table.  Right now I am reading a book called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UnChristian&lt;/span&gt;".  It is so intriguing and thought-provoking as the authors discuss "what a new generation thinks about Christianity".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the current chapter the idea of helping people develop in spiritual formation has come up.  Something with which I whole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heartily&lt;/span&gt; agree is crucial to seeing the next generation raised up in faith.    So I thought I would put down some of their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way of looking at spiritual formation, though certainly not the only way, is to examine the passions that should define a Christ follower.  In our work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barna&lt;/span&gt;, we examine these seven elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worshiping God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intimately&lt;/span&gt; and passionately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;engaging in spiritual friendships with other believers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pursuing faith in the context of family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;embracing intentional forms of spiritual growth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serving others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;investing time and resources in spiritual pursuits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having faith-based conversations with outsiders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;End Quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked over the list it makes me consider where are these priorities in my own life and am I exemplifying them to those around me.  Am I leading students to consider what it means to truly be a Christ follower and walk faithfully with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to continuing further in the book and continuing to ponder what this means to a future generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-9199993826326422675?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9199993826326422675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=9199993826326422675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/9199993826326422675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/9199993826326422675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-from-book.html' title='Thoughts from a book'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3957363773921116606</id><published>2011-02-17T01:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T01:08:58.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning my desk</title><content type='html'>So people seem to believe that I am an organized person.  I am not sure if this is true but I do know I have a tendency to stack papers in a pile and then spend time just sorting.  This afternoon I decided to take some time to do just that and clear off my desk.  It is interesting the things you find when you finally tackle the challenge of organizing the many papers you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting fact is that I am a note taker.  I have post-its, slips of paper, notes on church bulletins and various conference packets all over.  I love hearing peoples thoughts and ideas and just engaging with what the Lord may be doing in my life and it others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today as I was clearing off my desk I decided to put some of these thoughts down on into a file on my computer.  An attempt to be organized.  But it was enlightening seeing what I had recorded from various sermons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thought came from my pastor at church who preached on Exodus back in November.  He was sharing about embracing the long journey.  That God matures us and gives us the tools we need for our promised future.    The idea of embracing the journey before me and being challenged to seek all that God has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more notes were converted but for today I am pondering journey and what is it that God has for me right now in this stage of my journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3957363773921116606?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3957363773921116606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3957363773921116606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3957363773921116606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3957363773921116606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/cleaning-my-desk.html' title='Cleaning my desk'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2208678235716570765</id><published>2010-07-23T02:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:19:21.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fun waterfall after our time in the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjgByxhnmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/l-Dxh2ODmiE/s1600/IMG_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjgByxhnmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/l-Dxh2ODmiE/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So we seemed to always be near a waterfall after our life group time.  So of course another time for a picture.  During the summer we studied the Sermon on the Mount.  It was such fun leading these women and then the next week they would lead their own group of women in the same study.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Multiplication&lt;/span&gt; at work.  I have to say it is also really humbling and challenging knowing that I am giving them an example of how to approach the time and the Word.  Thankfully each one of these women is so amazingly gifted and talented that I loved watching them dig deep and connect relationally with each other and then bring that to their groups.  We also had the gift of having Amy join our time.  Amy as well is this amazing woman of God with such great insight and skills in ministry whose main focus this summer was her two beautiful little girls but I feel so blessed that she was able to join us for small group.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2208678235716570765?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2208678235716570765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2208678235716570765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2208678235716570765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2208678235716570765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-fun-waterfall-after-our-time-in.html' title='Another fun waterfall after our time in the Word'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjgByxhnmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/l-Dxh2ODmiE/s72-c/IMG_2717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3987238437218595442</id><published>2010-07-23T02:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:13:35.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coaching amazing women!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjeqXmTviI/AAAAAAAAAvo/eZVweJ4HFvY/s1600/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjeqXmTviI/AAAAAAAAAvo/eZVweJ4HFvY/s320/IMG_2647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;, Jen and Macy at our life group time.  After we met that morning to discuss the Sermon on the Mount we headed out to Eagle Falls to spend some time hiking together talking through what God had been teaching us throughout the summer.  I love these women and the depth of their thoughts.  It was great talking about how in our sin we compare ourselves to others but instead when we look to the Lord we see who we really are and how much He loves us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjeq175XoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Iq5ML4hWTwc/s1600/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjeq175XoI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Iq5ML4hWTwc/s320/IMG_2649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The lower Eagle Falls.  God does amazing work doesn't he?  It is fun talking about how magnificent God is and then going out and being in a place that just shouts of the glory of the work of his hands.  I happen to really like hiking so it brings such joy to my soul being out with others talking deeply and seeing the beauty the surrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjerTpEJLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jNERmAvzrFg/s1600/IMG_2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjerTpEJLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jNERmAvzrFg/s320/IMG_2653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here were are at the end of our time.  It was fun even as we were looking at the falls we got into a conversation with a family who was visiting from Texas.  The wife was a ultra-runner and her husband was her coach.  It was fun hearing their story and what had brought them to Tahoe.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3987238437218595442?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3987238437218595442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3987238437218595442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3987238437218595442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3987238437218595442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/coaching-amazing-women.html' title='Coaching amazing women!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TEjeqXmTviI/AAAAAAAAAvo/eZVweJ4HFvY/s72-c/IMG_2647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7514325831753601593</id><published>2010-07-06T01:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:35:20.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism at the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;What a special way to celebrate the 4th!  On Sunday 22 students and staff were baptized in Lake Tahoe.  It was a joyous occasion for all present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TDJsM2DBYTI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SBG1W2Svv2Y/s1600/IMG_2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TDJsM2DBYTI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SBG1W2Svv2Y/s320/IMG_2666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TDJsNEFL-bI/AAAAAAAAAvg/7WJZkRDrMsE/s1600/IMG_2670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TDJsNEFL-bI/AAAAAAAAAvg/7WJZkRDrMsE/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7514325831753601593?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7514325831753601593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7514325831753601593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7514325831753601593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7514325831753601593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/baptism-at-beach.html' title='Baptism at the Beach'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TDJsM2DBYTI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SBG1W2Svv2Y/s72-c/IMG_2666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6327663523617175556</id><published>2010-06-29T04:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:01:46.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking on our day off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT1tOMeJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QmuH9IVCJTU/s1600/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT1tOMeJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QmuH9IVCJTU/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Macy, me and Nik with Eagle Lake in the Background.  What a beautiful day and amazing women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT16ci-cI/AAAAAAAAAvA/j99MwIUVPzE/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT16ci-cI/AAAAAAAAAvA/j99MwIUVPzE/s320/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Looking down at Eagle Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT2U4sAkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ltZ-0gswfV0/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT2U4sAkI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ltZ-0gswfV0/s320/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is where we went and had amazing views of Eagle Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT2zR8pxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/hrsEHLRMAfU/s1600/IMG_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT2zR8pxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/hrsEHLRMAfU/s320/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Looking down at Emerald Bay.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6327663523617175556?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6327663523617175556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6327663523617175556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6327663523617175556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6327663523617175556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiking-on-our-day-off.html' title='Hiking on our day off'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TClT1tOMeJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/QmuH9IVCJTU/s72-c/IMG_2576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7744004996261331505</id><published>2010-06-14T05:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T05:31:02.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On the ropes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWicKFS6zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LVLo6LzrPiE/s1600/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWicKFS6zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LVLo6LzrPiE/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Our time in Lake Tahoe started out with learning each other's name and also how to trust each other.  We headed up the first day to a ropes course and spent the morning doing activities on the low ropes and then in the afternoon it was off to the high ropes to test our faith!  Each of the young women I am working with this summer are amazing.  Each one of them boldy climbed up the different elements and fearlessly ventured out.  Nik's first element was the leap of faith and she just embraced the climb up the ten foot pole (or more I don't remember) and then jumped catching the trapeze!  I was so proud of them.  Here are a few pictures of our time up on the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWicu7HEHI/AAAAAAAAAug/odDbL6osS4E/s1600/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWicu7HEHI/AAAAAAAAAug/odDbL6osS4E/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWic-AdNaI/AAAAAAAAAuo/rLWoztaA7Xk/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWic-AdNaI/AAAAAAAAAuo/rLWoztaA7Xk/s320/IMG_2519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWidWXxLWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/29TMK1nHkzU/s1600/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWidWXxLWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/29TMK1nHkzU/s320/IMG_2522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7744004996261331505?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7744004996261331505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7744004996261331505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7744004996261331505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7744004996261331505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-ropes.html' title='On the ropes!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/TBWicKFS6zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LVLo6LzrPiE/s72-c/IMG_2512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4542682585650713640</id><published>2010-04-22T20:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:59:30.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Mornings with the UW Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcfeY5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zfw40ODK9_Q/s1600/IMG_2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcfeY5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zfw40ODK9_Q/s400/IMG_2498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463038412547778418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcCfw7vuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8Eq79b605PE/s1600/IMG_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcCfw7vuI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8Eq79b605PE/s320/IMG_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcDRTM8HI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pgXoJCpHWtw/s1600/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcDRTM8HI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pgXoJCpHWtw/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcD9us3gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/O3JmEF75ysw/s1600/IMG_2495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcD9us3gI/AAAAAAAAAuI/O3JmEF75ysw/s320/IMG_2495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday mornings are such a wonderful time of getting to study the Word with these amazing women.  I love it! It makes the alarm clock going off so worthwhile when I know I get to see God move in the lives of these ladies each week.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4542682585650713640?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4542682585650713640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4542682585650713640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4542682585650713640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4542682585650713640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-mornings-with-uw-women.html' title='Friday Mornings with the UW Women'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S9CcfeY5Z3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zfw40ODK9_Q/s72-c/IMG_2498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5395115299724912641</id><published>2010-04-06T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:22:38.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Bubble Tea to finish it off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umFuXEHrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/maBgqy9rPg8/s1600/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umFuXEHrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/maBgqy9rPg8/s160/IMG_2488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Loan &amp;amp; Bethany at Oasis a bubble tea place we went to end our meal together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umGKw42gI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0CzIKkGNFnw/s1600/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umGKw42gI/AAAAAAAAAtY/0CzIKkGNFnw/s160/IMG_2489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We got some type of four flavor pudding....it had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taro&lt;/span&gt;, egg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt;, and some other flavors I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umGoJtX3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/GBpvDegrUIQ/s1600/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umGoJtX3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/GBpvDegrUIQ/s160/IMG_2490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So I gave it a try and thought it tasted like popcorn jelly bellies with gelatin things swimming in it.  I am not sure this will be repeated either but it was fun to give it a try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umHBEsm7I/AAAAAAAAAto/jSQqTgU38As/s1600/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umHBEsm7I/AAAAAAAAAto/jSQqTgU38As/s160/IMG_2491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Loan enjoying her drink!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5395115299724912641?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5395115299724912641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5395115299724912641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5395115299724912641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5395115299724912641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bubble-tea-to-finish-it-off.html' title='A little Bubble Tea to finish it off!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7umFuXEHrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/maBgqy9rPg8/s72-c/IMG_2488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2168815212376901016</id><published>2010-04-06T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:18:21.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pot with Loan &amp; Bethany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulFoHjrJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pooiumxZ-1k/s1600/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulFoHjrJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pooiumxZ-1k/s160/IMG_2483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So this is Hot Pot!  A big pot of boiling broth with some type of spices in it and you put in other vegetables and meat to eat.  I am getting better with the chop sticks and I actually could pull out some of my meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulF-LBejI/AAAAAAAAAs4/BH7WIStkVAY/s1600/IMG_2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulF-LBejI/AAAAAAAAAs4/BH7WIStkVAY/s160/IMG_2484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Loan introduced us to this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Taiwanese&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant and taught us all the ins and outs of hot pot.  She put together a special sauce you dip your meat into after it is cooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulGcflmCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HC_z9v0J_0k/s1600/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulGcflmCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HC_z9v0J_0k/s160/IMG_2485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Bethany enjoying her first bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulG7TtTXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YNYQCWY3MSk/s1600/IMG_2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulG7TtTXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YNYQCWY3MSk/s160/IMG_2486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Another view of our Hot Pot.  We had a spicy side and a regular side.  The spicy side definitely creeps up on you.  I think I drank like 5 glasses of water.  Also it was the first time I was served &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; up blood in a meal.  It came out like a little square of red.  I had the tiniest little bite to just try and think that I won't be doing that again.  Also I think I ate intestine but I am not sure.  Very interesting meal.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2168815212376901016?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2168815212376901016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2168815212376901016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2168815212376901016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2168815212376901016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-pot-with-loan-bethany.html' title='Hot Pot with Loan &amp; Bethany'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S7ulFoHjrJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/pooiumxZ-1k/s72-c/IMG_2483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3193985714139618023</id><published>2010-03-11T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:42:21.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S5guWQCaCoI/AAAAAAAAAro/Wra5WxR0ToE/s1600-h/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S5guWQCaCoI/AAAAAAAAAro/Wra5WxR0ToE/s320/IMG_2338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;"Waiting intensifies pain because it foraces us to see that we are dependent creatures."  Cry of the Soul, Allender &amp;amp; Longman.  Recently during a time in Coeur D'Alene I had the chance to spend some time reading and listening to the Lord.  As I was reading from Cry of the Soul this quote struck me.  It is amazing how we so desire to control our lives and are so fearful of  complete surrender.  Yet as I looked out at the immense beauty that was created with just a word I wonder why I would hesitate to give up all and just rest in God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S5guWvrNc7I/AAAAAAAAArw/r1nuslNczJk/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S5guWvrNc7I/AAAAAAAAArw/r1nuslNczJk/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3193985714139618023?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3193985714139618023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3193985714139618023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3193985714139618023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3193985714139618023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-thought.html' title='A quick thought'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S5guWQCaCoI/AAAAAAAAAro/Wra5WxR0ToE/s72-c/IMG_2338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-814063179163370938</id><published>2010-01-20T20:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:17:19.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping first things first</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a book by Larry Crabb called "Soul Talk".  To say that it is challenging is an understatement.  I am not sure I even completely grasp all that he is talking about much less understand how to fully live it out in my life.  But I am loving the challenge to desire the presence of God beyond anything else and to help others do the same.  There was a quote he used from Augustine which says "There can be only two basic loves, the love of God unto the forgetfulness of self, or the love of self unto the forgetfulness of God."  As I was reading this morning in John 12 about Mary and the pouring of the jar of perfume on Jesus I am again reminded of the pure and utter devotion of worship that is lavish and completely surrendered.  What a wonderful picture of a love that is selfless and focused on Jesus no matter the cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a question that Crabb asks is "What do we most want to see happen in others as we hear them share their journey?".  A great question to ask myself as well as when I hear others.  Do I want them to experience and desire God above all else or do I want them to have a life that works?  He quotes C.S. Lewis saying "You can't get second things by putting them first; you can get second things only by putting first things first."  Something to continue to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-814063179163370938?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/814063179163370938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=814063179163370938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/814063179163370938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/814063179163370938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-first-things-first.html' title='Keeping first things first'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-768410786421216424</id><published>2010-01-19T02:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:22:57.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year!</title><content type='html'>So it is already part way through January and I still have yet to post on my blog.  It is funny realizing that when I was living oversees it seemed so much easier to share about my life and what was happening.  Now that I am back in the States life is still interesting to me but for some reason I don't take the time to write my thoughts.  I am hoping with this new year will bring with it the resolve to write a few more stories and memories down to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update is that I am still working with students all over the Seattle area.  I love their hearts and the way the Lord is transforming their lives into something so beautiful that only He can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few girls that I get to see each week.  They are such a joy to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S1UI2iPeXtI/AAAAAAAAArg/-HKkQ753S5c/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S1UI2iPeXtI/AAAAAAAAArg/-HKkQ753S5c/s400/IMG_2252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254658862669522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully I will have more pictures and stories soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-768410786421216424?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/768410786421216424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=768410786421216424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/768410786421216424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/768410786421216424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/S1UI2iPeXtI/AAAAAAAAArg/-HKkQ753S5c/s72-c/IMG_2252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-63543463001376992</id><published>2009-10-22T02:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:46:13.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thi'sl In Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;A couple of weeks ago Thi'sl came to Shoreline to share his story and give a mini-concert.  It was a beautiful fall afternoon and so we got to have the concert outside in the courtyard.  Many students stopped and stayed for awhile to hear the concert and check out who CRU is a Shoreline.  It will be exciting to see what God has in store for us this quarter as we continue to explore the story of redemption.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rUo6GoEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZN-Th5sRErg/s1600-h/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rUo6GoEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZN-Th5sRErg/s320/IMG_2173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rU0EQcEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fH2ewExFc3w/s1600-h/IMG_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rU0EQcEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fH2ewExFc3w/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rVHex24I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hJbjblbfgHw/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rVHex24I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hJbjblbfgHw/s320/IMG_2182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-63543463001376992?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/63543463001376992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=63543463001376992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/63543463001376992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/63543463001376992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/thisl-in-concert.html' title='Thi&apos;sl In Concert'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/St-rUo6GoEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZN-Th5sRErg/s72-c/IMG_2173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4364521047421082550</id><published>2009-08-19T02:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:01:40.819+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA2g4Qc9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/oqw6twLqFIc/s1600-h/IMG_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA2g4Qc9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/oqw6twLqFIc/s400/IMG_2088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here we are starting out our drive to Colorado.  1,251 miles to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA3IAfVdI/AAAAAAAAApE/PcQdzhyUQNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA3IAfVdI/AAAAAAAAApE/PcQdzhyUQNQ/s400/IMG_2107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Along the way we stopped off for day to visit the Grand Tetons in Wyoming.  They are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA4DBBVMI/AAAAAAAAApM/BZC6Sq283jg/s1600-h/IMG_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA4DBBVMI/AAAAAAAAApM/BZC6Sq283jg/s400/IMG_2128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Of course we had to drive up to see Old Faithful in Yellowstone.  I have to say Old Faithful is really faithful...at least the guides picked an accurate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA4qyRrxI/AAAAAAAAApU/xCvn7aouA1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA4qyRrxI/AAAAAAAAApU/xCvn7aouA1Q/s400/DSCN0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Stayed a couple of nights in Jackson so I had to take a picture with all those antlers.  How crazy is that!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4364521047421082550?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4364521047421082550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4364521047421082550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4364521047421082550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4364521047421082550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-trip-to-colorado.html' title='Road Trip to Colorado'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SotA2g4Qc9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/oqw6twLqFIc/s72-c/IMG_2088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-478191301948521903</id><published>2009-05-15T22:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:22:17.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another running adventure</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I finished my second half marathon.  It was a blast.  This time I was on my own.  Thankfully a friend had lent me his Garmin for a month so I kind of had an idea of what my pace was and could keep an eye on my pacing for the race.  The race was through Kirkland which is pretty familiar to me as I grew up in the area.  Funny thing is when you are running you actually notice different things than when rushing by in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we awaited the start I got to chat with a couple of people in the starting corral.  One guy had run many races and the woman next to me was running her first.  It was fun to share stories of training and just talk running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the race it went good.  About 2 miles in when started up a long hill.  I knew that around mile 3.5 my sister's running group would be manning a water stop so it was great to see them ahead as I crested the hill and knew that part was behind me.  Also I was able to get rid of my long sleeve shirt and give it to my sister as I ran by.  Nothing like cheers from people who know you to keep you pressing forward.  Later in the course a little before mile 6 there was my mom hanging out and waiting for me to pass.  It was funny because I recognized her long before she figured out I was coming.   Then as I passed her we turned a corner and began the long descent down to the waterfront.  I think this was the hardest part for me.  Funny thing is this section of the race passed right by my old neighborhood so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway down the hill my knee definitely was saying "what are you doing to me?".  But knowing that pain is part of the process I kept pushing forward.  About mile 10 along the section near the water my knee definitely was screaming so a little walking and stretching and then I was bound and determined to pick it up and finish.  I had looked at the race route but was wanting to stay a little ignorant of where all the hills would be in the course.  I don't know if that was a good idea or not but definitely when you are in the last mile every little hill was a hurdle.  But all the training Nina had me do paid off as I was able to pass quite a few people on those last hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right as I was coming into the last quarter mile I saw my sister walking along the course towards the finish line.  Yay!  Heidi ran with me in the last bit and cheered me on which helped give me a little extra push and pace as I crossed the finish line.  Ahh victory!  I finished 15 minutes faster than my previous time so I was really excited about that.  I will still never win the race but I will hopefully keep having fun competing against myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race we all headed home for a Mother's Day brunch.  The gift to Mom an entry into the Las Vegas Rock n' Roll half marathon.  That's right all the women in the family will compete in the race.  Melissa, Heidi and mom will all be doing the half and I will be trying for my first full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-478191301948521903?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/478191301948521903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=478191301948521903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/478191301948521903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/478191301948521903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-running-adventure.html' title='Another running adventure'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-627869649547896639</id><published>2009-05-02T23:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:03:24.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt Si Relays 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1GTDIjDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/i6jKmBCS_iA/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1GTDIjDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/i6jKmBCS_iA/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here we are waiting around for the runners to come in.  The day began to warm up quite a bit so I was glad I brought a change of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1G_3zphI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7nzMhOrrZ3k/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1G_3zphI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7nzMhOrrZ3k/s400/IMG_1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here I am off again for my second leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1GxLbI-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/a29lcA9XVAc/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1GxLbI-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/a29lcA9XVAc/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the end of the day.  One of my teammate had to leave early but the rest of us had fun celebrating at the finish line.  9 hours 30 minutes later we ended the day.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-627869649547896639?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/627869649547896639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=627869649547896639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/627869649547896639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/627869649547896639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/mt-si-relays-2.html' title='Mt Si Relays 2'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfy1GTDIjDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/i6jKmBCS_iA/s72-c/IMG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1809185453491289849</id><published>2009-05-02T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:58:30.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt Si Relays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So I have been on this quest to become a runner for a year now.  I think I might finally be one.  I am still pretty slow but I am having fun trying out different races and see just how far I can go.  A few weekends ago I got to be part of a team for the Mt Si Relays.  Our team of five would spend the day each running different segments to combine for a total of I think 56 miles.  I don't remember exactly.  So we meet up in at 5:15am to head up to the start for a day of running and cheering each other on.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz84YbiCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gXLU7iG6IkU/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz84YbiCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gXLU7iG6IkU/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here we are bright and early getting ready to start the race.  We were loaded up with food, a change of clothes and lots of excitement for the day ahead.                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz9D6eRFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Z9B-nhiAj40/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz9TH-WUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ReB3nJCvchU/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz9TH-WUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ReB3nJCvchU/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here we are waiting for a teammate to come in so I could take off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz9X6Yp9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/bg_ThCnYBdc/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz9X6Yp9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/bg_ThCnYBdc/s400/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ah the hand off.  Linda tags me and I am off to run my leg.  I thought it was going to be 5.5 miles but as I was coming to the end I was surprised at my time.  Once I came in I was told they revised the course and took a mile off my leg, which explained the time.  Next up was the 7.1 miles later in the day.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1809185453491289849?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1809185453491289849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1809185453491289849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1809185453491289849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1809185453491289849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/mt-si-relays.html' title='Mt Si Relays'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Sfyz84YbiCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/gXLU7iG6IkU/s72-c/IMG_1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3406834007064025384</id><published>2009-04-18T04:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T04:54:33.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So I haven't blogged in awhile so as I was uploading pictures I thought I would post a few of what it is like in Seattle in the spring.  Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA5x7yOrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jIliMqKU_Qg/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA5x7yOrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jIliMqKU_Qg/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;At Pike Place Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA6PpLmZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iicIJ23H_DQ/s1600-h/IMG_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA6PpLmZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iicIJ23H_DQ/s400/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Opening day at the Mariner's game.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Griffey&lt;/span&gt; is up to bat and received a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA6JTSEVI/AAAAAAAAAlc/BAHzFZn7s-g/s1600-h/IMG_2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA6JTSEVI/AAAAAAAAAlc/BAHzFZn7s-g/s400/IMG_2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Looking out at the quad at the University of Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA6flqxGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/aIzgJhGZg6k/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA6flqxGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/aIzgJhGZg6k/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3406834007064025384?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3406834007064025384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3406834007064025384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3406834007064025384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3406834007064025384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-in-seattle.html' title='Spring in Seattle'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SelA5x7yOrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jIliMqKU_Qg/s72-c/IMG_2036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2421550836920275849</id><published>2009-02-17T07:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:37:11.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Shoeing up Hex Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SZpbF9pVscI/AAAAAAAAAkI/M-BCLuuSNS0/s1600-h/IMG_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SZpbF9pVscI/AAAAAAAAAkI/M-BCLuuSNS0/s400/IMG_3272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; shoeing up Hex Mountain with a group from Bethany Community Church.  Let me just say that boy was it challenging.  It is amazing how long three and a half miles can be when you are going up a mountain.  Then of course you have to go back down.  But the views are spectacular.  Too bad it was a little cloudy that day and so we were not able to see Mount Rainer.  More details coming soon.  I learned so much about pushing beyond my mental and physical abilities and rely on the strength of others to get you through.  It is still a lesson I continue to learn.  That my attitude can have everything to do with whether or not I enjoy the journey or just wait to finish.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2421550836920275849?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2421550836920275849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2421550836920275849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2421550836920275849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2421550836920275849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-shoeing-up-hex-mountain.html' title='Snow Shoeing up Hex Mountain'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SZpbF9pVscI/AAAAAAAAAkI/M-BCLuuSNS0/s72-c/IMG_3272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7095431432542785980</id><published>2008-12-22T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:48:20.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We awoke this morning to more snow.  The finally tally looks like 10 inches at least.  The whole city is covered in a blanket of white which is very beautiful but I am ready for our typical Seattle rain to come back.  I guess from the weather reports we may have a white Christmas after all.  Too bad no one can get anywhere.  Since the airport has cancelled flights, the trains are running and I think even Metro buses are not running many routes.  I am sure glad we stocked up before all this.  If you want some fun Christmas cookies I have baked a fun dozen so head on over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_Ez6OATjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ACt9M3Wg5JM/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_Ez6OATjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ACt9M3Wg5JM/s400/IMG_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_Ez0MCljI/AAAAAAAAAjM/NzNbyZ0so3w/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_Ez0MCljI/AAAAAAAAAjM/NzNbyZ0so3w/s400/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_E0hTW11I/AAAAAAAAAjU/veeBw63hCOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_E0hTW11I/AAAAAAAAAjU/veeBw63hCOQ/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_E0yvRzLI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DwXznfGauwI/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_E0yvRzLI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DwXznfGauwI/s400/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7095431432542785980?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7095431432542785980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7095431432542785980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7095431432542785980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7095431432542785980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-snow.html' title='More Snow!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU_Ez6OATjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ACt9M3Wg5JM/s72-c/IMG_1902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6524428078270381757</id><published>2008-12-22T04:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:56:01.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So it started snowing Wednesday night and hasn't really stopped yet.  Thursday we awoke to about 6 inches of snow on the ground and freezing temperatures.  Then on Friday the roads were finally a little clear on the main streets but only partly.  Our hill that we live on has become a prime sledding hill so you can imagine driving down a sheet of ice is a little tricky.  I think I mostly slid down when I went out on Saturday morning to hit up the grocery store and Costco before the big storm was to hit Saturday night.  Well it came and with it probably another three to six inches of snow and ice.  Then this morning the snow started about 4 am and hasn't stopped all day long.  Thankfully my sister has a four-wheel drive truck so for a little entertainment for the day I drove to the grocery store.  But for the most part I have worked on craft projects, baked massive amount of cookies, been online, watch way too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and talked with family in other parts of the city.  The interesting thing is a cousin came over yesterday to take the train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Angeles&lt;/span&gt; today.  The left at 5 am from the house but have been sitting in the train station all day long.  Why Amtrak can't seem to get the train out of the train station I am not sure.   So we are praying that maybe by 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt; tonight the train might actually leave or we might be out again to pick them up and bring them back here for the night.  Whew!  Snow in Seattle is quite a tricky thing.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pzm6gD3I/AAAAAAAAAik/4T8-Mh08pwg/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pzm6gD3I/AAAAAAAAAik/4T8-Mh08pwg/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pz3Nx0xI/AAAAAAAAAis/jxLD767Xgw8/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pz3Nx0xI/AAAAAAAAAis/jxLD767Xgw8/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pz0CBm1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/70BmAEv8rZ4/s1600-h/IMG_1873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pz0CBm1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/70BmAEv8rZ4/s400/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8P0DZWxkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9kZUMuhtU8A/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8P0DZWxkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9kZUMuhtU8A/s400/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6524428078270381757?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6524428078270381757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6524428078270381757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6524428078270381757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6524428078270381757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SU8Pzm6gD3I/AAAAAAAAAik/4T8-Mh08pwg/s72-c/IMG_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5903002412961525308</id><published>2008-12-04T02:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:43:24.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Dirty Fun at the Winter Pineapple Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/STc1e1IMU-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Wuyj_UQm65U/s1600-h/n684328831_1608708_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/STc0WpnMwtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lkZh2IVzvFw/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/STc0WpnMwtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lkZh2IVzvFw/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So here we are having some fun at the Winter Pineapple Classic. It is a 5k race to support the Lukemia and Lymphona society. Over the course of 3.1 miles we climbed through 3 sets of tubes, went over 4 walls, went through a variety of tire obstacles and even under some bars close to the ground. We also hurdled hay bales and at the end went across a set of monkey bars. I might be forgetting a few but we did this all while carrying a pineapple. It was a fun day with friends working as a team of four. We knew we would get dirty but we all were thankful it was a glorious Seattle Sunday. No rain just a little wet from the previous night. Not sure if we will compete again but it did remind us of all the fun we had as kids in a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5903002412961525308?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5903002412961525308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5903002412961525308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5903002412961525308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5903002412961525308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-dirty-fun-at-winter-pineapple.html' title='Good Dirty Fun at the Winter Pineapple Classic'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/STc0WpnMwtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lkZh2IVzvFw/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1171464657987777314</id><published>2008-11-21T02:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:03:41.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Retreat - Thrive 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYW3TcuZFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8F0GugZAOHE/s1600-h/n713560292_4703643_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYWBHRQNMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LIKa5SuGOHI/s200/camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924622270837954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYWBP_dHeI/AAAAAAAAAgs/00o5fzn6SZE/s1600-h/Jeff+Spenser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYWBP_dHeI/AAAAAAAAAgs/00o5fzn6SZE/s200/Jeff+Spenser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924624612105698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYWA9Ym-iI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jcHK2seb75Q/s1600-h/Group+Discussion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYWA9Ym-iI/AAAAAAAAAgk/jcHK2seb75Q/s200/Group+Discussion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924619617335842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1171464657987777314?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1171464657987777314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1171464657987777314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1171464657987777314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1171464657987777314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-retreat-thrive-2008.html' title='Fall Retreat - Thrive 2008'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SSYW3TcuZFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/8F0GugZAOHE/s72-c/n713560292_4703643_1462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5945917698466673073</id><published>2008-11-04T03:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:29:48.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh the race</title><content type='html'>So finally getting time to write about the actual run.  The night before we had quite the experience as twice there were fire alarms going off throughout the entire hotel.  Not quite the restful night you would want before a race so thankfully our hotel was pretty much a couple of blocks from the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke and I ate my breakfast of a piece of bread with peanut butter.  Checked my camelbak pack to make sure I had my shot bloks and water and put on my gear and headed out to the lobby to meet the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-wq-BNShI/AAAAAAAAAe0/w3ds-K03-kA/s1600-h/group+before+the+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-wq-BNShI/AAAAAAAAAe0/w3ds-K03-kA/s320/group+before+the+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264620741668456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't we look so ready to go!  It was early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for the race I paced with Melissa for the first hour.  She is much more experienced than me in the half marathon so I knew I would be in good hands.  After about 11 km I was feeling pretty good and thought I should pick up my pace a little.  So at that point I cruised away from Melissa and began the last part of the race by myself.  Well I think I cruised a little too fast and in the last couple of miles I wanted to pick up the pace even more but the legs were just not having it.  I remember somewhere along kilometer 17 or 18 a girl ran by and said that was the longest kilometer she has ever seen.  I somewhat agreed and then thought how many kilometers am I running?  I knew in miles but didn't really pay attention to the kilometers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I saw the final mile marker and knew the end was in sight.  So I kept plodding along at my slow pace and then came to the final stretch.  Seeing the finish line was a glorious sight.  Thankfully the group was at the end and I could hear them cheering me on as I came to the finish line.  I had done it!  I finished my first half marathon.  Albeit slowly but I did it!  I got my medal and some much needed food so after Melissa crossed the finish line as well.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-zdEBJa4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/-RzLNAAM3PM/s1600-h/finish+line+with+melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-zdEBJa4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/-RzLNAAM3PM/s320/finish+line+with+melissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264623801295530882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a little bit of walking around, my legs were so tight, we headed back to the hotel for the infamous ice bath and a shower.   Then about an hour later those finishing the marathon were set to cross so we headed back down to the finish line to cheer them on.  It was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were after all showering and getting ready to get some lunch.  Note don't bend down for photo after running first half marathon.  It is not easy to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-zW9LDsCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MuHd_asVrow/s1600-h/Group+photo+after+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-zW9LDsCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MuHd_asVrow/s320/Group+photo+after+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264623696378834978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5945917698466673073?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5945917698466673073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5945917698466673073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5945917698466673073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5945917698466673073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhh-race.html' title='Ahhh the race'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQ-wq-BNShI/AAAAAAAAAe0/w3ds-K03-kA/s72-c/group+before+the+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4990011696752318528</id><published>2008-10-25T01:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:11:25.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday of the Victoria Trip</title><content type='html'>So the weekend in Victoria started out great.  We arrived in the morning after a brief bit of slowing by the Clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much hate to pack so I inevitably put too many things in a bag when leaving. This time was no exception as I lugged the bag backpack to the hotel. So happily our hotel was pretty close to where we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day we spent exploring the city of Victoria. I think we walked all over the city. Okay maybe not but we did cover quite a bit of it. That night we went to an amazing restaurant called Camille's. If you are ever up in Victoria you should definitely check it out. It is an all organic restaurant specializing in completely local and fresh food. Each night the menu changes depending on what is available and no ingredient comes from further than 150 km away. I think it was probably one of the most delectable meals I have had in a long time. We stared with an appetizer of sea scallops, then had the most amazing duck dish I have ever tasted. But why I ordered the meal was for the butternut squash ravoli with chantrelle mushrooms. Hmmm just getting hungry thinking about it. I took a picture just for fun.  More details to follow soon about the actual race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQJjSJHYWkI/AAAAAAAAAek/H71V4WDzU0E/s1600-h/IMG_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQJjSJHYWkI/AAAAAAAAAek/H71V4WDzU0E/s320/IMG_1721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260876478057830978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4990011696752318528?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4990011696752318528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4990011696752318528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4990011696752318528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4990011696752318528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-of-victoria-trip.html' title='Friday of the Victoria Trip'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SQJjSJHYWkI/AAAAAAAAAek/H71V4WDzU0E/s72-c/IMG_1721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7524386319221554720</id><published>2008-10-15T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:11:13.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clipper to Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SPZAUHqrC7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/uklR2IIQAQc/s1600-h/IMG_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SPZAUHqrC7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/uklR2IIQAQc/s400/IMG_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; morning we left for Victoria, BC, albeit way too early.  But we were off for a weekend of fun and to run the Royal Victoria Half Marathon.  More details to follow soon on the adventure.  Here is the view of the back of the clipper as we sailed to our destination.  The ride was mostly smooth with just a few bumps along the way.  Well I gues it was smooth for those of us who don't struggle with motion sickness.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7524386319221554720?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7524386319221554720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7524386319221554720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7524386319221554720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7524386319221554720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/clipper-to-victoria.html' title='The Clipper to Victoria'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SPZAUHqrC7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/uklR2IIQAQc/s72-c/IMG_1707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1638888921627956848</id><published>2008-10-07T00:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:02:56.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY6Tc7QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GBu5qDI5xs0/s1600-h/IMG_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY6Tc7QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GBu5qDI5xs0/s320/IMG_1692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180042702537122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY7Jrxd1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/JGiNQmDjf-k/s1600-h/IMG_1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY7Jrxd1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/JGiNQmDjf-k/s320/IMG_1697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180057260324690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY7pmR7zI/AAAAAAAAAds/1xUxaY2Ktfg/s1600-h/IMG_1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY7pmR7zI/AAAAAAAAAds/1xUxaY2Ktfg/s320/IMG_1699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180065827221298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY77_8SAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZmjlZxiFO0s/s1600-h/IMG_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY77_8SAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZmjlZxiFO0s/s320/IMG_1693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254180070766692354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school has started and we are off.  I thought it would be fun to show a few pictures of our tables as we worked to find out what students are interested in spiritually on campus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1638888921627956848?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1638888921627956848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1638888921627956848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1638888921627956848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1638888921627956848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/tables.html' title='Tables'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SOqY6Tc7QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GBu5qDI5xs0/s72-c/IMG_1692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-8694740029504437147</id><published>2008-09-04T22:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:42:51.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I joined the HumanRace</title><content type='html'>So on my quest to become a runner I have been working my way up different distances leading up the the half marathon.  I can hardly believe it is a little over a month away.  Yikes.  But this past weekend Nike put on a worldwide running event called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HumanRace&lt;/span&gt; 10K.  It sounded like fun when I first read about it in that the whole world was to be running that day.  Then I find out that Starbucks and Road Runner sports along with Nike were going to have a special free 10K event at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greenlake&lt;/span&gt;.  Perfect I thought I could run with a large group and run a 10K for free!  It is always so exciting to be part of a race with your number pinned on and running a course with lots of other runners.  So I ran....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then throughout the day I had a few thoughts about running, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; and stuff like that.  I was thinking about with muscles how you break them down to make them stronger.  As well how trials do the same thing in our lives.  That walking through the trial is incredibly difficult and challenging and yet once through how much stronger our faith becomes.  Also with plants there is a pruning to help further growth and in the fall a dying back.  Isn't it like God to show us in so many different ways about the same thing.  As so many people in my life are facing trials that are incredibly difficult I am in awe of watching them choose faith and trust and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;.  You are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-8694740029504437147?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8694740029504437147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=8694740029504437147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/8694740029504437147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/8694740029504437147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-joined-humanrace.html' title='I joined the HumanRace'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7491914935173644096</id><published>2008-08-15T01:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:33:28.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about....</title><content type='html'>I have been slowing working through some Bible study materials that a friend of a friend has written.  They have been really good and lately one phrase has left me much to meditate upon and just contemplate.  It is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jesus' steadfast trust in the Father freed Him to surrender His will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I love the idea of freely surrendering His will.  So many times we think of obedience has difficult or cumbersome but the idea that Jesus so knew the heart of His father and had complete trust that He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freely &lt;/span&gt;surrendered.  Wow!  Anyway not knowing if this woman wants her name on my blog I have kept it off but if you are interested in finding more please email so I can pass along your interest to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7491914935173644096?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7491914935173644096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7491914935173644096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7491914935173644096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7491914935173644096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about....'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5039021254303572770</id><published>2008-06-28T01:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:56:25.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts on Rest</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that at times a similar thought or idea keeps coming to you through a variety of ways?  There has been an ongoing thought in my head that has bounced around for a while never quite finding its landing place yet.  I definitely think God is teaching me something but the picture is still in process.  It is like the brush strokes are being painted but the image is not quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all around the idea of rest and God's grace.  Intellectually I have studied both and at times have even spoken to the idea.  But just like a beautiful masterpiece there are many layers and the beauty of the piece is not always fully appreciated by the first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the past few months I have kept coming back to this idea or it has been coming back to me.  Last week as I was looking at a running website looking at future races there was an article about rest.  Intrigued I clicked on the link.  It lead me to an interesting 60 Minutes video on the effects that lack of sleep has on our bodies and mind and how we don't fully perceive how truly devastating the effects are but just feel a little tired and keep pushing through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then awhile ago I picked up the book "The Rest of God" by Mark Buchanan.  In the midst of other things and busyness just never got around to reading it.  But as it sat on my bookshelf it kept being in my line of sight.  So I pulled it down and started reading and have been challenged ever since.  Mark speaks of the idea of Sabbath not just as a day but as more than that as a way to restore our souls.  I wanted to share just a few thoughts from what I have read.  Although I have yet to finish I am truly enjoying reading and contemplating the thoughts he presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wise people ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does the path I'm walking lead to a place I want to go?  If I keep heading this way, will I like where I arrive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Real Sabbath, the kind that empties and fills us, depends on the second condition, on complete confidence and trust.  Confidence and trust like that rooted in a deep conviction that God is good and God is sovereign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When we stop caring about the things we care about - that's a signal we are too busy. Busyness kills the heart and robs us of knowing God the way we might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is the essence of a Sabbath heart: paying attention to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I come to my email today I have a friend's newsletter waiting in my inbox.  Realizing in the moment I don't have time to read it yet I set it aside for later.  Of course as I came back home this afternoon and opened it up and realized it was about busyness I had to chuckle.  If you want to check her thoughts out go to www.truelifecoaching.com and go to the Newsletters section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know completely what God is saying to my heart but I know He is speaking.  I am loving listening to his voice more closely and  sitting waiting as the picture because more clear as I learn to distinguish the Master's brush strokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5039021254303572770?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5039021254303572770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5039021254303572770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5039021254303572770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5039021254303572770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-thoughts-on-rest.html' title='Some Thoughts on Rest'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6158218310585093987</id><published>2008-06-14T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:15:57.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soularium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SFLxmfaEHeI/AAAAAAAAATY/lb8Zo7u14tY/s1600-h/IMG_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SFLxmfaEHeI/AAAAAAAAATY/lb8Zo7u14tY/s400/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SFLxnIiVXXI/AAAAAAAAATg/pNfEAPRHpmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SFLxnIiVXXI/AAAAAAAAATg/pNfEAPRHpmQ/s400/IMG_1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I thought I would post of few pictures of a fun way to engage in spiritual conversations.  This new tool is a way to listen and hear what people are thinking about their lives.  If you want to check out some of their answers look at &lt;a href="http://www.mysoularium.com/"&gt;www.mysoularium.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Enjoy!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6158218310585093987?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6158218310585093987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6158218310585093987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6158218310585093987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6158218310585093987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/soularium.html' title='Soularium'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SFLxmfaEHeI/AAAAAAAAATY/lb8Zo7u14tY/s72-c/IMG_1676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4857701665983578488</id><published>2008-06-09T21:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:28:37.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in Panera</title><content type='html'>So there are days when I pack up my computer and head out to a local coffee shop to work.  It is nice that I have a job where I can be mobile.  But I never quite know who I will see or what fun conversations I might get to have that day when I am out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I ran into a girl I grew up with.  It was so much fun getting to catch up and hear about what has happened in her life since high school and to be able to share with her about what God has done in my life.  Funny thing is both of us hated junior high and high school and now we both have a heart for young girls facing those same challenges.  She is working with the junior high girls at her church and I continue to desire to reach out to girls on the high school and college campus.  What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to today.  I am sitting chatting online and listening to music on my laptop and I notice this group of people at a table just up the way.  I see one guy come in with his Bible and I think oh this group is having a Bible study.  But then as I look over I see it is two couples and a single (as in by himself) guy and only the one guy has a Bible.  Then something caught my attention.  one of the men was looking so lovingly into the girls direction...how sweet.  Oh wait she is repeating back something the other man is saying.   Wait I pull out my headphones....she is saying her vows.  A wedding!  Yup that is what was happening quietly in Panera I just witnessed a couple getting married at a table in Panera Bread.  How exciting seeing another couple find each other and begin a new life together.  Or at least I am hoping that is the case since I have no idea the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people watching is so interesting and yet filled with so much that is unknown.  I guess it continues to remind me that peoples stories are fascinating and what a joy it is when someone shares their story with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me in Panera feel free to come up and say hello.  I would love to hear your story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4857701665983578488?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4857701665983578488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4857701665983578488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4857701665983578488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4857701665983578488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/sitting-in-panera.html' title='Sitting in Panera'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5690879373043615117</id><published>2008-05-15T00:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:15:31.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I thinking?</title><content type='html'>So when I returned from overseas in the fall I thought I should try and pick up running.  Good exercise, doesn't cost too much (I have found out otherwise since starting), and easy to just put on shoes and go.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; sounded good enough.  Well off I went working up my endurance to just run 30 minutes.  Going pretty good..tried a couple of races so I thought I am coming up on a milestone birthday in October why not try for a half-marathon.  So today I just signed up to run in Victoria in October.  Um I don't know what I am doing.  Thankfully I have a sister who runs and another who will also be attempting her first in October.  Here I go with a little fear and a lot of excitement to see what happens.  To all you runners out there I am sure this is nothing.  If you have any advice let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5690879373043615117?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5690879373043615117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5690879373043615117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5690879373043615117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5690879373043615117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='What am I thinking?'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5043777396197559150</id><published>2008-05-13T22:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:44:52.597+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8y0wb5hI/AAAAAAAAASo/5-XjKa70xRs/s1600-h/Adel+Me+Nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8y0wb5hI/AAAAAAAAASo/5-XjKa70xRs/s320/Adel+Me+Nikki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199965194861405714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8zUwb5iI/AAAAAAAAASw/AW6l1FXv4NI/s1600-h/IMG_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8zUwb5iI/AAAAAAAAASw/AW6l1FXv4NI/s320/IMG_1579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199965203451340322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8z0wb5kI/AAAAAAAAATA/b0GRog_LQcU/s1600-h/Nikki+Olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8z0wb5kI/AAAAAAAAATA/b0GRog_LQcU/s320/Nikki+Olivia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199965212041274946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun pictures from my time in Budapest.  Gotta love these girls.  Each day I had the chance to spend time with them and catch up on what God is doing in their lives.  I couldn't be more proud of each one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5043777396197559150?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5043777396197559150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5043777396197559150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5043777396197559150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5043777396197559150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/smiling-faces.html' title='Smiling Faces'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SCn8y0wb5hI/AAAAAAAAASo/5-XjKa70xRs/s72-c/Adel+Me+Nikki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3642564723073586091</id><published>2008-04-24T00:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:32:22.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Bag where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-4057Y6QI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yLmseOWvVBo/s1600-h/IMG_1594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192572114424097026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-4057Y6QI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yLmseOWvVBo/s320/IMG_1594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-41p7Y6RI/AAAAAAAAASY/fN2JaDQCkcI/s1600-h/IMG_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192572127308998930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-41p7Y6RI/AAAAAAAAASY/fN2JaDQCkcI/s320/IMG_1603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-4257Y6SI/AAAAAAAAASg/aEgjp5zDMhE/s1600-h/IMG_1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192572148783835426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-4257Y6SI/AAAAAAAAASg/aEgjp5zDMhE/s320/IMG_1671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-34p7Y6PI/AAAAAAAAASI/CBFJl_EmIXU/s1600-h/IMG_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-34p7Y6PI/AAAAAAAAASI/CBFJl_EmIXU/s320/IMG_1646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just got back into town after a fun-filled seven days in Budapest. It was so great to see many of the girls I had the chance to work with last year as well as many friends. I will write more later as jet lag and the need to sort mail and email persist. I thought I would post a few photos of the city for many new to my blog and the city is just so beautiful what's not to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas one sad part of the trip is that my bag is somewhere in airport land and not to be found....yet. Hopefully soon we will be reunited so I can do my laundry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3642564723073586091?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3642564723073586091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3642564723073586091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3642564723073586091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3642564723073586091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-bag-where-art-thou.html' title='O Bag where art thou?'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/SA-4057Y6QI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yLmseOWvVBo/s72-c/IMG_1594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6377076999141730687</id><published>2008-04-10T01:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:20:24.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PAP0G6-I/AAAAAAAAARw/EIY5xZHCsUk/s1600-h/IMG_1559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187389211464362978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PAP0G6-I/AAAAAAAAARw/EIY5xZHCsUk/s320/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PAv0G6_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/2YpujUHHT_0/s1600-h/IMG_1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187389220054297586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PAv0G6_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/2YpujUHHT_0/s320/IMG_1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PA_0G7AI/AAAAAAAAASA/zisDcVxlb-4/s1600-h/IMG_3616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187389224349264898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PA_0G7AI/AAAAAAAAASA/zisDcVxlb-4/s320/IMG_3616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1OE_0G69I/AAAAAAAAARo/1_Ep9P5poEU/s1600-h/IMG_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1OE_0G69I/AAAAAAAAARo/1_Ep9P5poEU/s320/IMG_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been learning a lot from others about their walks with the Lord and about different ways of entering into God's presence and hearing His voice. Recently at the Women's Retreat we set up a path for the students to follow to engage with Jesus and hear from Him. It was so beautiful and such an amazing way to listen and be quiet while focusing on God and His Word. Here are just a few of the images from along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6377076999141730687?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6377076999141730687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6377076999141730687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6377076999141730687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6377076999141730687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/prayer-journey.html' title='Prayer Journey'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R_1PAP0G6-I/AAAAAAAAARw/EIY5xZHCsUk/s72-c/IMG_1559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3259669660763134276</id><published>2008-03-20T01:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:37:04.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with the Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R-GwwfIpBqI/AAAAAAAAARc/nMitGjzG3Qw/s1600-h/IMG_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R-GwwfIpBqI/AAAAAAAAARc/nMitGjzG3Qw/s320/IMG_1437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179615393490732706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So on Sunday my mom, sisters and me ran the St Patty's Day Dash.  It was 3.5 miles with me and my closest 20,000 friends.  It was crazy can you imagine running with that many people down the streets of Seattle.  As I dodged people and was passed by others I enjoyed stretching my ability to become a runner.  We also thought it would be fun to dress up and so we made crazy t-shirts and hats and all sorts of other green things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3259669660763134276?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3259669660763134276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3259669660763134276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3259669660763134276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3259669660763134276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/running-with-ladies.html' title='Running with the Ladies'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R-GwwfIpBqI/AAAAAAAAARc/nMitGjzG3Qw/s72-c/IMG_1437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1686218570573252286</id><published>2008-03-05T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:57:15.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R83h2YAhecI/AAAAAAAAARU/Vh4x37BTG-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R83h2YAhecI/AAAAAAAAARU/Vh4x37BTG-Y/s400/IMG_1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It was a night full of sharing and engaging on the idea of leadership.  How better to learn about Biblical leadership than to look at those who have walked with the Lord before us in the Bible.  The students were GREAT!  I love being around their passion and heart to be available to God and willing to step out in faith and trust Him with big things on their campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is pic from our group looking at the lives of Esther and Peter.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1686218570573252286?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1686218570573252286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1686218570573252286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1686218570573252286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1686218570573252286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/leadership-night.html' title='Leadership Night'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R83h2YAhecI/AAAAAAAAARU/Vh4x37BTG-Y/s72-c/IMG_1538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6786775195094161756</id><published>2008-02-07T02:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:56:18.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping with the Flood Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R6pix8CjvpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bZAiWSWLFTE/s1600-h/01-12-08_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R6pix8CjvpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bZAiWSWLFTE/s320/01-12-08_1635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164048532803665554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month ago I had the chance to go down and help with the clean-up effort in Centralia after the flooding in November.  The pictures on television do not do the damage justice.  It is heart breaking to see the amount of devastation to the homes and businesses in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to help clean up a house that the basement was completely full of water as well as part of the upstairs.  In the pile of debris that we were loading into a truck to take to the dump were kids toys and Christmas ornaments.  As well there were many items that I could not distinguish from the amount of mud that covered them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were on a farm we also helped the owner transfer about 50 bales of hay to where his surviving sheep were being kept.  The stories he shared about the loss of his animals and yet the amazing kindness of neighbors and the community were humbling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day I rode home exhausted.  In my heart  I knew that what I was experiencing paled in comparison to the strength the family must find as everyday they look out at their home and farm and look to the clean up effort that will take months to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep them in your prayers and if you desire to find out more please let me know so I can pass along information of how to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6786775195094161756?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6786775195094161756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6786775195094161756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6786775195094161756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6786775195094161756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/helping-with-flood-relief.html' title='Helping with the Flood Relief'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R6pix8CjvpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bZAiWSWLFTE/s72-c/01-12-08_1635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6781748034331867289</id><published>2008-01-10T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:19:00.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R4Z9snjvA3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y4qpw-aSHoE/s1600-h/IMG_1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R4Z9snjvA3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y4qpw-aSHoE/s320/IMG_1480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Winter Conference there was a room set aside for anyone to come and hear from the Lord.  To journey with Him and listen to his still small voice.  At one point in the journey these were the instructions; Take a rock as you reflect and think about growth throughout this season.  Write upon the rock a word that means growth to you or expresses what you have experienced in growth and put it on the table as you exit to so we can as a community praise God for all that He has done.  Here is just a small glimpse at some of the responses.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6781748034331867289?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6781748034331867289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6781748034331867289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6781748034331867289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6781748034331867289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayer-journey.html' title='Prayer Journey'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R4Z9snjvA3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y4qpw-aSHoE/s72-c/IMG_1480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4112963201231128649</id><published>2007-12-24T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:18:47.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_pgHjvA0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/GTzd9dUaHT0/s1600-h/IMG_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147589637101781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_pgHjvA0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/GTzd9dUaHT0/s320/IMG_1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dwight &amp;amp; Dad bringing in the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_pgnjvA1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Mb1S2k3Xhcc/s1600-h/IMG_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147589645691716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_pgnjvA1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Mb1S2k3Xhcc/s320/IMG_1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tight fit but it gets through the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_phHjvA2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gz3-UPdDQyk/s1600-h/IMG_1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147589654281651042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_phHjvA2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gz3-UPdDQyk/s320/IMG_1372.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Angel on top!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry no pictures with the whole tree had to start helping with adding ornaments.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! and enjoy the celebration of the birth of Jesus, the greatest gift the world has ever seen.&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/28952400-4112963201231128649?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4112963201231128649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4112963201231128649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4112963201231128649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4112963201231128649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-christmas-tree-part-2.html' title='O Christmas Tree part 2'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_pgHjvA0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/GTzd9dUaHT0/s72-c/IMG_1363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6442165921668517468</id><published>2007-12-24T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:14:25.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_osnjvAxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wG2kQm2lOxs/s1600-h/IMG_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_otHjvAyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/DHQtZ32HSRI/s1600-h/IMG_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year I actually got to go with my family to pick out the annual Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures to remember the event :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it this one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_ni3jvAsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EcWy3hyt75o/s1600-h/IMG_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147587485323166402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_ni3jvAsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EcWy3hyt75o/s320/IMG_1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting the bottom cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_njXjvAtI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_y91XdnAhyM/s1600-h/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147587493913101010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_njXjvAtI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_y91XdnAhyM/s320/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melissa &amp;amp; Heidi getting the truck ready for the tree. Thank goodness for the big truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_njnjvAuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RfDbIb6zpLM/s1600-h/IMG_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147587498208068322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_njnjvAuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RfDbIb6zpLM/s320/IMG_1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah we got the tree home now ready for the guys to bring it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_nj3jvAvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E3N0O9NI-2o/s1600-h/IMG_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147587502503035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_nj3jvAvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E3N0O9NI-2o/s320/IMG_1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_nkHjvAwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bEPBHm288V8/s1600-h/IMG_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_mwXjvArI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cQVooa_jwhU/s1600-h/IMG_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6442165921668517468?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6442165921668517468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6442165921668517468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6442165921668517468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6442165921668517468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R2_ni3jvAsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EcWy3hyt75o/s72-c/IMG_1345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4706867391765303708</id><published>2007-11-28T02:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T03:03:01.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For You Olivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R0zMDR72P1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8zdaq0vZ77I/s1600-h/IMG_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137705631648989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R0zMDR72P1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8zdaq0vZ77I/s400/IMG_0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I received the most precious phone call. Yes my dear friend Olivia called to say hello and catch up on life. She chastised me for not updating my blog so as to not disappoint I thought I would write about her. She is one amazing girl. She is living in Budapest with her family and finishing her final year of high school. I had the amazing privilege of being involved in her life last year through discipleship, can I just say she makes me smile. This year it has been great to stay in touch through email and phone calls. She is leading other girls now in Bible study and outreach and I couldn't be more proud. Love the lessons of serving the Lord whether others will join you or not. If you want to hear more from her check out her blog &lt;a href="http://thinkingclearly.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://thinkingclearly.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;. You won't be disappointed. Love you Olivia, keep pressing on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4706867391765303708?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4706867391765303708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4706867391765303708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4706867391765303708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4706867391765303708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-you-olivia.html' title='For You Olivia'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/R0zMDR72P1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/8zdaq0vZ77I/s72-c/IMG_0951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-772942080817009480</id><published>2007-11-07T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:08:00.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RzIpHW17YEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Cax6l8_QUGc/s1600-h/fall+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130208131896008770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RzIpHW17YEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Cax6l8_QUGc/s400/fall+pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the sun is shining the there is a chill in the air it is absolutely beautiful. Over the past few weeks I have had the chance to go on prayer walks with a good friend and just praise God for all He had done and seek Him for all there is in the future. On one of our walks we took a picture of the beauty that God has created and I thought I would share it with you. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-772942080817009480?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/772942080817009480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=772942080817009480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/772942080817009480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/772942080817009480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/autumn-beauty.html' title='Autumn Beauty'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RzIpHW17YEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Cax6l8_QUGc/s72-c/fall+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-552045126281155590</id><published>2007-10-16T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:39:24.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RxUTa82O1yI/AAAAAAAAANw/sQuXD2Y_dG8/s1600-h/IMG_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RxUTa82O1yI/AAAAAAAAANw/sQuXD2Y_dG8/s400/IMG_1318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the fall reatreat for Seattle Cru.  We headed out across the Puget Sound to Island Lake Camp to hear about how to connect with God, others, and his mission.  It was a great couple of days of hearing from the Lord.  More to follow soon but I wanted to share the beauty of the day and if you look closely you can see the mountain in the background.  Isn't God's creation amazing?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-552045126281155590?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/552045126281155590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=552045126281155590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/552045126281155590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/552045126281155590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RxUTa82O1yI/AAAAAAAAANw/sQuXD2Y_dG8/s72-c/IMG_1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4887119758610639783</id><published>2007-09-23T05:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:09:15.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew George W and me had the same flight plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RvXY2s2O1xI/AAAAAAAAANo/YEo28j-QuuM/s1600-h/IMG_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RvXY2s2O1xI/AAAAAAAAANo/YEo28j-QuuM/s320/IMG_1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So on my return flight to Seattle we had a little detour in the air due to a VIP landing.  Yup that is right the president was landing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seatac&lt;/span&gt; so we circled Mt Hood for a bit.  Thankfully it wasn't too long and we were back on course for Seattle.  Then as we parked in the gate in the distance we could see Air Force One.  That is as close a picture as I could get.  George W wasn't in Seattle very long since by the time I was heading up the freeway towards home the opposite side of the freeway was completely empty.  Then all these motorcycle officers passed and finally the presidential motorcade.  Thought I would at least say hello so I waved as the president passed but sadly he did not wave back.  (Or at least I couldn't tell. ;)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4887119758610639783?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4887119758610639783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4887119758610639783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4887119758610639783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4887119758610639783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-knew-george-w-and-me-had-same.html' title='Who knew George W and me had the same flight plan'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RvXY2s2O1xI/AAAAAAAAANo/YEo28j-QuuM/s72-c/IMG_1190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1112363623737120515</id><published>2007-08-22T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:43:51.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to AZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rstqpj2k9EI/AAAAAAAAANg/S_vaMBjVUQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rstqpj2k9EI/AAAAAAAAANg/S_vaMBjVUQQ/s320/IMG_1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Monday night I had the privilege of hanging out with the Student Venture group in Arizona.  I walked into the house and around the corner came girls flying and screaming and giving me the biggest group hug I have had in a long time.  What a joy to see each of them and see them excited about SV at their school.  It was a huge encouragment to me.  More details to follow but wanted to post the picture so that you can see their faces and continue praying for the ministry here.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1112363623737120515?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1112363623737120515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1112363623737120515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1112363623737120515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1112363623737120515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/visit-to-az.html' title='A Visit to AZ!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rstqpj2k9EI/AAAAAAAAANg/S_vaMBjVUQQ/s72-c/IMG_1186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-4365611084191001991</id><published>2007-08-08T01:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:44:12.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the States</title><content type='html'>Well after a very long flight from Budapest I am now back in Seattle for a little bit.  Just a note watch out if you fly through JFK airport as it was sheer chaos getting off the international flight and onto the domestic side.  I had to sprint through the airport from one gate to another only to then jump on my flight and wait on the tarmac for two hours.  Whew!!! was I glad Delta had tv in the seats so I had something to keep me awake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks for all your prayers.  I am continuing to seek the Lord as to my next step with Campus Crusade.  Stay tuned for more updates and pictures as I am working on more posts for my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-4365611084191001991?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4365611084191001991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=4365611084191001991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4365611084191001991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/4365611084191001991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-states.html' title='Back in the States'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2642248250418558927</id><published>2007-07-14T14:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:49:01.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More Campers Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_GUwYGI/AAAAAAAAANI/tmOhnXJaZTA/s1600-h/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087033466935074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_GUwYGI/AAAAAAAAANI/tmOhnXJaZTA/s320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_mUwYHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7-Ynyx2D3es/s1600-h/IMG_1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087033475525009522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_mUwYHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7-Ynyx2D3es/s320/IMG_1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_2UwYII/AAAAAAAAANY/X9Veu9lpobE/s1600-h/IMG_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087033479819976834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_2UwYII/AAAAAAAAANY/X9Veu9lpobE/s320/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2642248250418558927?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2642248250418558927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2642248250418558927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2642248250418558927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2642248250418558927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-campers-pictures.html' title='More Campers Pictures'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpjF_GUwYGI/AAAAAAAAANI/tmOhnXJaZTA/s72-c/IMG_1077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5878795539327795747</id><published>2007-07-07T19:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:07:36.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of SpeakOut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpCpCuOPnRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3M1oWp4q_UU/s1600-h/DSC04015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084749843533896978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpCpCuOPnRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3M1oWp4q_UU/s320/DSC04015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpCpC-OPnSI/AAAAAAAAANA/k1tS18ODwwg/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084749847828864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpCpC-OPnSI/AAAAAAAAANA/k1tS18ODwwg/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the faces from the first week at SpeakOut!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5878795539327795747?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5878795539327795747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5878795539327795747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5878795539327795747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5878795539327795747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-week-of-speakout.html' title='First Week of SpeakOut'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RpCpCuOPnRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3M1oWp4q_UU/s72-c/DSC04015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-9015887478055906101</id><published>2007-06-29T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:07:22.593+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RoU8GhAgrnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Hg_UmniMvAE/s1600-h/IMG_0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081533837194866290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RoU8GhAgrnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Hg_UmniMvAE/s320/IMG_0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SpeakOut is underway! We have just finished our first week of orientation and training. The campers arrive tomorrow and we are all resting up for the big week ahead. I am excited that I will be leading a group of American girls I met two years ago.  In the picture Lauren, Olivia and Lizzy.  Each of them will have a group of Hungarian girls they will be working with and who I will get to know better through them. For our first time as a discipleship group we headed out to the local pizza place called Donatello's and shared a great pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-9015887478055906101?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9015887478055906101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=9015887478055906101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/9015887478055906101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/9015887478055906101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/d-group.html' title='D-Group'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RoU8GhAgrnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Hg_UmniMvAE/s72-c/IMG_0951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6629121245525715655</id><published>2007-06-20T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:12:02.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Housesitting 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl38KOPGsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8DwNXLSfirI/s1600-h/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078221930256865986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl38KOPGsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8DwNXLSfirI/s320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl38qOPGtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gBD7To3KYJo/s1600-h/IMG_0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078221938846800594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl38qOPGtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gBD7To3KYJo/s320/IMG_0949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks I have been house sitting for an American family that was back in the States. But the adventure started on the day I arrived. Zach drove me out to the house and was helping me move all of my stuff since I needed to move out of my flat. I had a set of keys to get into the gate and then the house but as I put the key in the lock it would not budge. We walked all around the house and not a single place could we get in. We had to call the landlord and ask him to come out and see about getting into the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should explain a little something about Hungarian locks. You have to have a key to lock and unlock the door from both the inside and outside. However if you leave the key in the lock on the inside of the door no one can get in. Well the people who were staying here before me had accidentally left the key in the door and went out through the garage with the automatic door closing behind them. So we were stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully they had also left a small window partially opened. Zach said "I can get through that". So after a trek by the landlords son to get a ladder and a trip to another house to try a different garage door opener we decided that the only solution was Zach attempting the unimaginable and crawling through a small window and getting into the house to turn off the alarm and let us in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from the pictures above the window was very small and I can't believe it worked but we got in a couple hours after my first attempt to unlock the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below you can see the three animals I had the chance to be with the last few weeks. But it has been great to get some rest and relax as tomorrow I head out to Keszthely to begin SpeakOut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl7dKOPGuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QPsXCS-JR6g/s1600-h/IMG_0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078225795727432418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl7dKOPGuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QPsXCS-JR6g/s200/IMG_0942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl7eKOPGwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QXQuswBICvE/s1600-h/IMG_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078225812907301634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl7eKOPGwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QXQuswBICvE/s200/IMG_0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078225808612334322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl7d6OPGvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sCKk2aCs01g/s200/IMG_0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6629121245525715655?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6629121245525715655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6629121245525715655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6629121245525715655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6629121245525715655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/housesitting-101.html' title='Housesitting 101'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rnl38KOPGsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8DwNXLSfirI/s72-c/IMG_0943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1922465779732139244</id><published>2007-06-03T20:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:00:32.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parent's Come for a Visit</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I met my parents in Vienna.  They had been traveling on a European holiday for two weeks and would spend the last week with me.  We had a chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt; a couple of days touring Vienna and see some of the sights.  This picture is right outside the Spanish Riding School.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNyq1c9uI/AAAAAAAAALc/iDfR1oAGbk8/s1600-h/IMG_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071912769492416226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNyq1c9uI/AAAAAAAAALc/iDfR1oAGbk8/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Budapest we saw a traditional dance show.  It was a little hard to capture the photo as the dancers moved athletically across the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNzK1c9vI/AAAAAAAAALk/DxBYZg5-WZY/s1600-h/IMG_0868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071912778082350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNzK1c9vI/AAAAAAAAALk/DxBYZg5-WZY/s320/IMG_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were up at Fisherman's Bastion we came upon a choir concert by a group from France at St Mathias Church.  I had never been in the church and was completely fascinated by the decoration on all the walls.  So here is the staircase leading up to one of the pulpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNza1c9wI/AAAAAAAAALs/LqALCzN6I8A/s1600-h/IMG_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071912782377318146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNza1c9wI/AAAAAAAAALs/LqALCzN6I8A/s320/IMG_0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom &amp; Dad at night at the Fisherman's Bastion overlooking the Danube and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parliament&lt;/span&gt;.  It is really hard to hold the camera without out moving to get the night shot.  Sorry it is a little blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNz61c9xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HK4vxnZHTdY/s1600-h/IMG_0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071912790967252754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNz61c9xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HK4vxnZHTdY/s320/IMG_0911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1922465779732139244?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1922465779732139244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1922465779732139244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1922465779732139244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1922465779732139244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-parents-come-for-visit.html' title='My Parent&apos;s Come for a Visit'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RmMNyq1c9uI/AAAAAAAAALc/iDfR1oAGbk8/s72-c/IMG_0835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7990158915733140346</id><published>2007-05-26T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:16:20.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On May 1st there was a big festival near Hero's Square and City Park.  It was full of vendors selling food and various other items.  Also there were three stages set up around the park for different bands, singers and dancers.   The metro was so full getting to the park we just walked and joined the crowds out to celebrate May 1st.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqPH2mV6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N7rq7o1gfcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068918188644128674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqPH2mV6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N7rq7o1gfcQ/s320/IMG_0815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqPn2mV7I/AAAAAAAAALE/EWNcBpULD48/s1600-h/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068918197234063282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqPn2mV7I/AAAAAAAAALE/EWNcBpULD48/s320/IMG_0817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The May pole set up at Hero's Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqQn2mV8I/AAAAAAAAALM/A9F4S4kDiXc/s1600-h/IMG_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068918214413932482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqQn2mV8I/AAAAAAAAALM/A9F4S4kDiXc/s320/IMG_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meli and me checking out a car show near the transportation museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqRX2mV9I/AAAAAAAAALU/COrlwhbMJfc/s1600-h/IMG_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068918227298834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqRX2mV9I/AAAAAAAAALU/COrlwhbMJfc/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meli having a little fun at the car show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7990158915733140346?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7990158915733140346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7990158915733140346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7990158915733140346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7990158915733140346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-day-festivities.html' title='May Day Festivities'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RlhqPH2mV6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N7rq7o1gfcQ/s72-c/IMG_0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2434580532080874407</id><published>2007-04-30T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:05:38.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Retreat-Kecskemet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Spring Retreat was great!  We had a Hawaiian theme and talked about how to handle the tsunamis that come into our lives.  Or at least how to handle the difficulties and trusting God with our lives.  Also Nikki, Meli and Adel all gave their testimony's for the first time.  It was so great to hear about how they came into relationship with the Lord and all that He is doing in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RjY9CNFqhzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6GzdW5m9swk/s1600-h/IMG_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059298339479783218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RjY9CNFqhzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6GzdW5m9swk/s320/IMG_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to the talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RjY9CdFqh0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uPKcm7VPNGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059298343774750530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RjY9CdFqh0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uPKcm7VPNGQ/s320/IMG_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvira and Adel hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2434580532080874407?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2434580532080874407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2434580532080874407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2434580532080874407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2434580532080874407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-retreat-kecskemet.html' title='Spring Retreat-Kecskemet'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RjY9CNFqhzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6GzdW5m9swk/s72-c/IMG_0810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-1860209788337678741</id><published>2007-04-15T12:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:43:44.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8WcK0wrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NE0YERGIrZI/s1600-h/IMG_1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Traveling always has some adventure to it, but I now have more experience with the adventures of traveling in Europe.    My weekend started with a planned getaway to London for a little rest and relaxation with some friends.   They were flying in from Amsterdam and I was going to fly from here in Budapest to meet them.  I packed my things and headed out to the airport for a 9pm flight into London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the airport I looked at the board to tell me where to check in and saw that my flight had been cancelled.  Dismayed I walked to the information counter to find out why and what I needed to do to get on the next flight.  Well I knew something was up when I joined a very long line just to talk to information.  Come to find out that the grounds crew had gone on strike that very afternoon and no flights were leaving the airport for the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling always has some adventure to it, but I now have more experience with the adventures of traveling in Europe.    My weekend started with a planned getaway to London for a little rest and relaxation with some friends.   They were flying in from Amsterdam and I was going to fly from here in Budapest to meet them.  I packed my things and headed out to the airport for a 9pm flight into London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the airport I looked at the board to tell me where to check in and saw that my flight had been cancelled.  Dismayed I walked to the information counter to find out why and what I needed to do to get on the next flight.  Well I knew something was up when I joined a very long line just to talk to information.  Come to find out that the grounds crew had gone on strike that very afternoon and no flights were leaving the airport for the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to figure out what to do I noticed there was a man running around who seemed to be in charge he told us to wait around for a little bit in case something changed.  So I grabbed my book and a place on the ground and waited.  About a half hour later the flight was reinstated with a two hour delay.  At this point I am scrambling to find the phone numbers for my friends to let them know I would be late and to wait at the airport for me since I had no idea where we were staying.  (We were going to take a taxi together to our lodging at my friend’s family). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I am sitting around waiting for the flight to check-in and for them to list which line we would check in at.  Then minutes later the flight comes up as cancelled again.   Every one runs to get into the information line to get on the next flight.  While standing there the truth comes out that there will be no more flights until Sunday (the day I was to return) because of the strike.  I also find out that the plane decided to land in Bratislava, Slovakia because of the issue with the ground crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, sad but thankful I was not stranded in a strange city like so many others that evening I headed home.  So frustrated I went to sleep thinking my vacation was over and very short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I awoke and my roommate Lauren asked what happened finally, I had been calling her the previous evening from the airport to get phone numbers and information.  Once I recounted my ordeal she said well lets go someplace else.  So off we went to the train station to see where we could visit.  Prague it was.  We got our tickets and were off the next day for a couple of days of sightseeing in Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday we took the night train to Prague and arrived at 6am on Sunday morning.  Taking the sleeper car I got maybe 2 hours sleep but was able to rest and at least not worry about having my things stolen.  It is actually quite nice with beds and even a little sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prague was beautiful and a fun city to explore.  Since it was Easter when we arrived we found an International Church for service.  It was a place that many missionary families attend so that was fun.  The rest of the day and evening was spent seeing the sights of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at breakfast we checked out the train schedule for the day and saw that a train was leaving at 3:30pm and the next was not until 11pm that night.  So we opted for the earlier train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent exploring more of the city and buying souvenirs.  We arrived at the train station tired but having enjoyed a great trip to Prague.  Little did we know of more adventures ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the train ride was uneventful.  But as we were approaching Bratislava, Slovakia our tickets were again checked and the agent said that our tickets were not valid and we had to get off the train in Bratislava.  Through much confusion we finally understood that because we did not go through a town called Rajka (6km away) as we did on the first trip we could not continue through this route to Budapest.  Very frustrated and still not quite understanding we quickly grab our stuff and get off the train.  We ran to the ticket window to find out about getting the next train to Budapest and are told there is not one.  Trying a second window we are told that there is one leaving in an hour.  So thanks to MasterCard we purchase two tickets.  Then the agent says no that the train does not leave until the next morning.  So we have to get money back for the tickets and we rush off to find the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figure out what bus to take from the train station to the bus station and arrive there to find that we had missed the last bus to Budapest by ten minutes.  At this point it is 8:30pm and everything in the bus station was closed.  (Easter Monday is a holiday in Europe, so everything closed early or completely). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranded in Bratislava we called back to Budapest to see if our friends could find out if there were any other trains leaving that night.  Thankfully they had friends who lived in Bratislava and they called them.   Brian and Gigi graciously allowed us to come and stay with them for the night and get a train the next morning.  We jumped into a taxi and had just enough cash to get out to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we arrived at the train station and again bought two more tickets to Budapest and then arrived back here safe and sound and extremely tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Now I know more about train travel in Europe.  It is easy and challenging all at the same time.  I am glad I am now back “home”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053597719335322290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8WcK0wrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NE0YERGIrZI/s320/IMG_1878.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Standing on the Charles Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8WsK0wsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R4W36GGvoug/s1600-h/IMG_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053597723630289602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8WsK0wsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/R4W36GGvoug/s320/IMG_1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Sleeper Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8XMK0wtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/krbd7zw8UTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053597732220224210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8XMK0wtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/krbd7zw8UTQ/s320/IMG_1840.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lauren enjoying our huge dinner on Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH7jcK0woI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QyyHroWy39Y/s1600-h/IMG_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053596843161993858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH7jcK0woI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QyyHroWy39Y/s320/IMG_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH7j8K0wpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vT04b_s1ZZY/s1600-h/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053596851751928466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH7j8K0wpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vT04b_s1ZZY/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH7kcK0wqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LwvaueClTK4/s1600-h/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053596860341863074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH7kcK0wqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LwvaueClTK4/s320/IMG_0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-1860209788337678741?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1860209788337678741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=1860209788337678741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1860209788337678741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/1860209788337678741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/adventures-in-traveling.html' title='Adventures in Traveling'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RiH8WcK0wrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NE0YERGIrZI/s72-c/IMG_1878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7965411187617403586</id><published>2007-04-05T15:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:29:23.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Statue Park-A Day in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past Saturday our Friday Girls Bible Study went to visit Statue Park.  The park was created after the fall of communism after 1989.  Many of the former Soviet and Communist statues that were throughout the city found a new home in this park so they wouldn't be destroyed.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT47lf0-MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8fWlXTuuyn8/s1600-h/IMG_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049934784750745794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT47lf0-MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8fWlXTuuyn8/s320/IMG_0683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT48Ff0-NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GLk79dcTu_U/s1600-h/IMG_0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049934793340680402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT48Ff0-NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GLk79dcTu_U/s320/IMG_0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nikki, Lilla &amp; Lauren&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT48lf0-OI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JHbT-8C26Ao/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049934801930615010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT48lf0-OI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JHbT-8C26Ao/s320/IMG_0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole group.  Top Meli, Lauren, Lilla.  Bottom Eszti, Nikki, Me and Adel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT4FFf0-JI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XdOJ9sJLnUY/s1600-h/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049933848447875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT4FFf0-JI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XdOJ9sJLnUY/s320/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole group waiting for the bus to take us to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT4Flf0-KI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W2sm7e8ggu0/s1600-h/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049933857037809826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT4Flf0-KI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W2sm7e8ggu0/s320/IMG_0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meli &amp; Eszti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT4GFf0-LI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FxPOX8ndzmo/s1600-h/IMG_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049933865627744434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT4GFf0-LI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FxPOX8ndzmo/s320/IMG_0680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Near the entrance of the Park but I can't remember who this guy is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7965411187617403586?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7965411187617403586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7965411187617403586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7965411187617403586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7965411187617403586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/statue-park-day-in-pictures.html' title='Statue Park-A Day in Pictures'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RhT47lf0-MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8fWlXTuuyn8/s72-c/IMG_0683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-2006174402096557902</id><published>2007-03-29T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:19:04.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bands</title><content type='html'>Battle of the Bands was a big hit!!! Below is a picture of the students waiting for the show to start.  We had over 16 bands compete and the night was full of loud, no make that extremely loud, music.  It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed watching the evening unfold and seeing many different students come out to that night.   I think we had over 500 at one point in the evening and we are know working to contact those who expressed an interest in spiritual things.  Please keep praying for many conversations to come out of this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rgv0FFloozI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V0oxFqQY5vg/s1600-h/IMG_0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047396175635325746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rgv0FFloozI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V0oxFqQY5vg/s320/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb and Olivia manning the Chasing Elvis table. Students were able to buy CD's or stickers. Also they offered a friendly face and directions to anyone needing to know where to go and where the free snacks were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RgvzgFlooyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KnqA4bLHNJg/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047395539980165922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RgvzgFlooyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KnqA4bLHNJg/s320/IMG_0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The band from Keynote-Chasing Elvis-performing for the crowd. They played between each of the competing bands and during the evening. Also the lead singer shared his testimony with the crowd. Praying that many students were impacted by the love of Christ this night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rgvy6VlooxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/npHS3HjhKI8/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047394891440104210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rgvy6VlooxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/npHS3HjhKI8/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-2006174402096557902?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2006174402096557902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=2006174402096557902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2006174402096557902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/2006174402096557902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/03/battle-of-bands.html' title='Battle of the Bands'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/Rgv0FFloozI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V0oxFqQY5vg/s72-c/IMG_0637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-6202746613280982432</id><published>2007-03-04T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:26:12.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Around Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWsUnPdII/AAAAAAAAAHk/FdgJs-8LnQU/s1600-h/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWsUnPdII/AAAAAAAAAHk/FdgJs-8LnQU/s200/IMG_0628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038075190103209090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I thought I would snap a few pictures of how we get around town, the metro and trams of Budapest.  Soon to follow will be the buses and my own two feet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWIknPdGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/32KNPe4rCco/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWIknPdGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/32KNPe4rCco/s200/IMG_0622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038074575922885730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timi and me braving the really steep escalator down to the metro stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWJEnPdHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L1vMwbjOD0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWJEnPdHI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L1vMwbjOD0Q/s200/IMG_0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038074584512820338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Metro Station at Deak Ter. It is the main station where all three lines meet and you can get almost anywhere in the city from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerVYknPdFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FNKhFr0q9OI/s1600-h/IMG_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerVYknPdFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FNKhFr0q9OI/s200/IMG_0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038073751289164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerVYEnPdEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-dHzwsOm0yA/s1600-h/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerVYEnPdEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-dHzwsOm0yA/s200/IMG_0623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038073742699230274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-6202746613280982432?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6202746613280982432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=6202746613280982432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6202746613280982432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/6202746613280982432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/03/getting-around-town.html' title='Getting Around Town'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RerWsUnPdII/AAAAAAAAAHk/FdgJs-8LnQU/s72-c/IMG_0628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-780665381821836050</id><published>2007-02-20T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:51:19.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with a Teacher</title><content type='html'>Today at Burger King I met a private English teacher.  She had grown up in Australia but came back to Hungary when she was ten years old.  So we had an interesting conversation about culture and how that effects students and how they learn and respond.  Also we discussed the different dynamics that take place within the classroom.  Timi, the Hungarian staff girl I work with, was there as well.  So it was a fun time and sharing what I had observed as an American here in Budapest and what they see in their own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shared with them my experience with the gym and the unbelievably complicated routines that the instructors have us do.  As they shared in my laughter they understood how I see that many things here are truly complicated when maybe it is not necessary.  They shared with me about the language and how it is considered especially clever if you talk in really complicated ways and use the most complex way to say something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also looked at people's perceptions of Americans and what that looks like. &lt;br /&gt;It was a really fascinating conversation and a time of just learning more about students and how best to communicate truth with them and engage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is just a little picture of the culture.  I am having fun trying to figure it out and someday I think I might just actually master the aerobics routine or just take up running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-780665381821836050?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/780665381821836050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=780665381821836050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/780665381821836050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/780665381821836050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/02/conversation-with-teacher.html' title='A Conversation with a Teacher'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7679372670125505326</id><published>2007-01-30T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:23:56.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been such a long time since I have updated my blog. January is one of those months where it just takes awhile to get back into the swing of things and this year has been no exception. It actually has been a little more difficult but I know God is teaching me great things as I continue to learn to trust Him in even greater ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fun note. I love to bake and sometimes cook, so I have been enjoying trying out new recipes here and also using tried and true favorites to bring a little comfort of home. Every holiday season many Americans drive to the store and pick up a can of pumpkin for their many baking needs. Well canned pumpkin does not exist here. Last December a big can was brought back from the states for me to make pumpkin pie for some students.  But this past month I got a big butternut squash from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Erzebet's&lt;/span&gt; garden.  So I cooked it up and had a least 4 cups of squash to use.  I made three loaves of squash gingerbread.  It all tasted so good and I think Ashley and I polished off two loaves in about 3 days.  Well maybe a little longer but it tasted great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last week I made Chocolate Chip cookies with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Brigi&lt;/span&gt;, one of the Hungarian girls I have been meeting with.  It was fun to teach her how to make an American treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this weekend not sure what item will get made but it sure is fun to imagine the possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7679372670125505326?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7679372670125505326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7679372670125505326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7679372670125505326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7679372670125505326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-kitchen.html' title='In the Kitchen'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-5148437471216610365</id><published>2007-01-02T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:58:25.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpydcGqq2I/AAAAAAAAACY/lCp1HF9_e1A/s1600-h/IMG_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015446985116396386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpydcGqq2I/AAAAAAAAACY/lCp1HF9_e1A/s200/IMG_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view from the top of the Uffizi gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpyecGqq3I/AAAAAAAAACg/bRgZtWaPqMI/s1600-h/IMG_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015447002296265586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpyecGqq3I/AAAAAAAAACg/bRgZtWaPqMI/s200/IMG_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating gelato, so yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpygsGqq4I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ss8ItLCpbkM/s1600-h/IMG_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015447040950971266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpygsGqq4I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ss8ItLCpbkM/s200/IMG_0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the Tuscan countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpyhcGqq5I/AAAAAAAAACw/Wujk46P8ebU/s1600-h/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015447053835873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpyhcGqq5I/AAAAAAAAACw/Wujk46P8ebU/s200/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in front of the Pointe Vecchio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpyi8Gqq6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/02WVZa9z_RY/s1600-h/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015447079605676962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpyi8Gqq6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/02WVZa9z_RY/s200/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fresco on the ceiling of the Uffizi Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-5148437471216610365?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5148437471216610365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=5148437471216610365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5148437471216610365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/5148437471216610365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/01/even-more-pictures.html' title='Even More Pictures'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpydcGqq2I/AAAAAAAAACY/lCp1HF9_e1A/s72-c/IMG_0402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-8142051850597458015</id><published>2007-01-02T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:59:11.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwIcGqqxI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVUfbfFB5FA/s1600-h/IMG_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015444425315887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwIcGqqxI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVUfbfFB5FA/s200/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwJcGqqyI/AAAAAAAAABk/y5II7FoFopc/s1600-h/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015444442495757090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwJcGqqyI/AAAAAAAAABk/y5II7FoFopc/s200/IMG_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside one of the churches we visited. All the walls are a fresco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwKcGqqzI/AAAAAAAAABs/wbu284WWSaA/s1600-h/IMG_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015444459675626290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwKcGqqzI/AAAAAAAAABs/wbu284WWSaA/s200/IMG_0453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren and me at the Pitti Palace, a huge palace built by the Medici family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwLcGqq0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SLzxWNBOLT0/s1600-h/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015444476855495490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwLcGqq0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/SLzxWNBOLT0/s200/IMG_0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A main square where a replica of Michaelangelo's David stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwMsGqq1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hNYL8CHXtyU/s1600-h/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015444498330331986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwMsGqq1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hNYL8CHXtyU/s200/IMG_0481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A really cute door in Certaldo, a town in the Tuscan countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-8142051850597458015?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8142051850597458015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=8142051850597458015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/8142051850597458015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/8142051850597458015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/01/inside-one-of-churches-we-visited.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpwIcGqqxI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVUfbfFB5FA/s72-c/IMG_0347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7893777797085227166</id><published>2007-01-02T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:36:44.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Florence, Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpt_MGqqwI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZGNfJAXTMJo/s1600-h/IMG_0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpt_MGqqwI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZGNfJAXTMJo/s320/IMG_0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the Christmas break I had the amazing opportunity to travel throughout Europe and see many new places.  Here are a few pictures from Florence, Italy.  If you like art this is definitely a city to visit.  Michaelangelo's David is truly impressive and pictures just don't do it justice.  There were frescos, paintings and sculpture around every corner.  The city is bustling with tourists and I wouldn't even want to guess what the summer must be like.  Well I will let the pictures speak for themselves because it is truly a beautiful area.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7893777797085227166?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7893777797085227166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7893777797085227166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7893777797085227166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7893777797085227166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/01/florence-italy.html' title='Florence, Italy'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RZpt_MGqqwI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZGNfJAXTMJo/s72-c/IMG_0392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7308759811329324640</id><published>2006-12-25T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T13:40:12.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Well I am in the middle of a whirlwind trip around a few places in Europe.  I arrived in Scotland a few days ago and am enjoying a few days of rest for the holidays and then more touring and seeing all there is to see around here.  I am visiting with a friend who is living in Glasgow for ten months.  So I am learning what life is like here for her in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence, Italy was amazing.  It truly is the art capital of Europe.  I think I saw a fresco, statue, or painting everywhere I turned.  We went into so many museums I can hardly believe it.  And the food.....oh the food.  I think I would return if just to eat more food.  I got a couple of recipes and am anxious to see if I can possibly try to recreate the scrumptious soups and pastas we ate.  I am hoping to post pictures soon when I return to Budapest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to at least post a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS to you and pray that your time today is full of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7308759811329324640?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7308759811329324640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7308759811329324640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7308759811329324640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7308759811329324640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-7715783689501677105</id><published>2006-12-11T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:43:45.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Truly Hungarian Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RX2n7GhrVxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2sHSkkwrRXY/s1600-h/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday evening I experienced a truly Hungarian event. I had the privilege to attend Bea’s (a student involved with FEK) Szalagavato. A szalagavato is a cross between graduation, prom and a dance show. It is a celebration for the graduating class at each high school. Each school’s event is a little bit different but I understand there are some similarities at each szalagavato. I will try and give you an impression of the evening but words are not quite adequate to describe all that was experienced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started with a procession of the students from each class all dressed in their class formal outfit. Each class chooses what their formal outfit will look like and then every student must wear that outfit for this portion of the evening. Once the students were lined up a speech was given in Hungarian and Spanish, (it was a bilingual school). I am told the speech was about how the students had grown up and are now moving on, etc. Then came the pinning of the szala (I believe this is what the ribbon is called) on each student as their name was read. The szala is a ribbon, it varies by school, but it has the years of graduation and the school’s name on it. So as the ribbons are being pinned on the students by the teachers’ music is playing in the background. For Bea’s class the song “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallic played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007345657391568706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RX2qWGhrV0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/GRKDCdD3Y0c/s320/Bea+Pinning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the pinning ceremony, comes the dance show. One aspect of the evening is the waltz that every class performs. Each girl wears a white dress similar to a wedding gown and the guys are in tuxes with tails. They then dance a very special waltz which they spend many weeks practicing. Each class also performs some kind of modern dance. Also in between each section put on by the classes there are other dance performances by other groups. At this show there was a set by what seemed to be some kind of professional Salsa dance couple and there was group of young rhythmic gymnasts. We were not able to stay for the entire evening but from what I understand the class then all goes out together after for a big party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I figure out how to put video on here I will edit this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-7715783689501677105?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7715783689501677105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=7715783689501677105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7715783689501677105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/7715783689501677105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/12/truly-hungarian-experience.html' title='A Truly Hungarian Experience'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RX2qWGhrV0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/GRKDCdD3Y0c/s72-c/Bea+Pinning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-8959752131195725278</id><published>2006-12-06T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:44:53.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Exercise</title><content type='html'>Well I am trying to get in some exercise while I am here in Hungary.  We do walk everywhere so that has been nice but I still like to break a sweat every now and again.  So since I still have not picked up the running bug, or found a soccer team to play on, I have tried a few aerobic classes.  Since I don't speak much Hungarian it has been quite the experience.  The good thing is that it is basically one hour of follow the leader.  This wouldn't normally be a big deal but the one class that works the best with my schedule is lead by a girl I would imagine would have been a great free-spirit at Woodstock.  Not that I have any idea what that would be like but that is my best description.  She starts out slow and shows us each step and then with the progression of the class adds more and more flourish to her routine.  By the end I am normally just jumping up and down and round and round trying to not run into the other women around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday before the class started, one of the other women struck up a conversation with me.  She was very excited because it was only the two of us at first and I think because I showed up the class would go on.  Thankfully she spoke English.  Once the class was about to begin she told the instructor I was British and then another girl said no, she is American; this was all taking place in Hungarian.  I guess my accent gave me away. :)  The instructor spoke little English so she just nodded to me and began the class.  Well it is a sight to see the American girl lost in the front of the class, but as I was leaping over the step and trying to figure out the routine, I noticed that a couple of Hungarian girls in the back were as lost as me so I guess it wasn't the language barrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-8959752131195725278?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8959752131195725278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=8959752131195725278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/8959752131195725278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/8959752131195725278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-exercise.html' title='A Little Exercise'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-3917854687229141677</id><published>2006-11-13T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T09:29:43.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1872/3534/1600/IMG_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1872/3534/320/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we had our Fall Retreat at Csilleberc in the Hills of Buda. It was good to be able to get away for the night and spend some time listening to different speakers and just having fun together. The picture to the left is of a group competition where we had to cover a person completely in toilet paper. Our group didn’t win but they had a lot of fun covering up Meli. The first night we also played a human bingo game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was focused on understanding God’s will and how it applies to our lives. We spent time in the Word listening to speakers and in small groups discussing what this means today. I also had a chance to talk with some students individually about what God is doing in their life and some questions they have been thinking about. In my room we were up until 3am just talking and playing a fun little game, Brigi and Sophie taught me. I was definitely tired when I got home on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the weekend four of the students shared their testimony. It was great to see them up front and sharing with their peers. Sari, one of the girls I am working with did a great job. She then had the chance to share again on Sunday in front of her whole church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat ended with a big bon fire and a chance for the students to share their thoughts about the weekend. It had started snowing earlier in the afternoon so it was nice to be able to stand near the fire to try and stay warm. Here is a picture of Me, Sari, Lilla, Hanna, and Lauren at the bon fire. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1872/3534/1600/IMG_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1872/3534/320/IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-3917854687229141677?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3917854687229141677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=3917854687229141677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3917854687229141677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/3917854687229141677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-weekend-we-had-our-fall-retreat-at_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-116254727505933548</id><published>2006-11-03T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:09.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It started snowing today!  The past few days the temperature dropped to freezing and we had heard snow was in the forecast.  So I have been bundled up in my winter coat and bought an extra pair of gloves to keep me warm.  Then this morning as I awoke and opened the blinds I saw snow falling.  Nothing major yet just little flakes.  But it looks so pretty.  I am sure once I step outside my thoughts may change but sitting in the comfort of my warm room it is so peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we head off to Csilleberc for our fall retreat with the students.  It will be in the hills of Buda outside of Budapest.  It should be a fun weekend of getting to know the students better and hopefully many meaningful conversations about what God is doing in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-116254727505933548?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116254727505933548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=116254727505933548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116254727505933548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116254727505933548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-started-snowing-today-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-116188147764330593</id><published>2006-10-26T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:09.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/collage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Saturday we went on a whirlwind trip to Vienna for a little R &amp;amp; R. We left early in the morning and took the train to Vienna and then came back late that same night. Thankfully we were able to figure out the train system and buy our ticket and find the right compartment on the train. It actually turns out to be quite simple. Just yesterday we found out there is a bus that goes there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started off with a quick stop at the train information booth to find out how to return, didn't want to be stuck in the train station all night. Then we were off for a day of exploring the sights of Vienna. The first stop was down the main walking street to Starbucks. Ashley was very excited to have some Chai Tea. As we sat there enjoying the atmosphere and feeling a little like being at home I looked over the tourist map and tried to discover what to do with the day. I found out there was this gigantic Ferris wheel where you could see the entire city from the top, as well as an art and flea market that sounded like fun. So off we went to the tourist’s office to get some more information. They were quite helpful and showed us which public trams to take and how to get to each of the locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed down to the flea market. It was kind of a bust. If you wanted some olives or cheese it would be the place to go but there was no art or really anything other than food. It was also a sea of people. We were pretty much swept down the row with the masses of people. So as we moved out of the crowd we decided to check out the Ferris wheel. Across town at what appeared to be a carnival like place was the gigantic Ferris wheel. We paid for a ticket and hopped on board. For maybe twenty minutes the wheel slowly moved around stopping at each point. The day was a little bit foggy but from the top we had panoramic views of the city. At this point we decided to split up and meet up again for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was off to discover the Palace. It was the amazing place with these immaculate gardens. It is hard to describe how massive the gardens were at the back. As I wandered around amidst the many tourists, school children and random jogger I was enthralled by the beauty. I hiked/walked up the side of the hill in the midst of the trees to the top area which is called Glorietta (the picture on the bottom left). From this point you could look down the hill to another fountain and then beyond to the main house. It was truly amazing. After I walked down to the bottom of the hill I sat on a bench and was just delighted to be there enjoying the beautiful fall day and the surrounding gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time for meeting Ashley was approaching I knew I had one last stop, St Stephen's Cathedral. Since it was the place we were planning on meeting up I saved it until the end. St Stephen's is in the very center of the city and well you could not miss it because it too is huge. I entered the church and just tried to take in my surroundings. The church was built in the gothic style and is full of amazing ornamentation and sculpture. As I had been wandering around all day I thought this would be a good place to take a break and just sit and enjoy the church. I had noticed some kind of music being put on the pews but since the names and information was in German I paid little attention. However, to my surprise as I was sitting there a man came up to the front and announced some kind of program. So I thought I would see what was taking place. A few moments later the church was full of the beautiful sounds of the pipe organ and a choir singing some pieces I believe by Mozart. While I was sitting enjoying the program a sweet nun came over and motioned to sit next to me in my little two person pew. Since she spoke German and I speak only English we just sat listening to the music and smiling at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening was spent shopping at a few of the stores along the street, eating some dinner, and boarding the train for our return home. We arrived back in Budapest around 11:15pm and sleepily made our way back to the flat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-116188147764330593?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116188147764330593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=116188147764330593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116188147764330593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116188147764330593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-past-saturday-we-went-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-116151963595807126</id><published>2006-10-22T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Customer is Always Right</title><content type='html'>This famous phrase is ingrained in me from the many years of working in retail.  However, I am very aware that this phrase does not exist in Hungary.  I have shared previous experience with the checkout ladies at the grocery store so I have come to expect that the people helping me will not really smile or give any extra assistance.  Then, the other day at the post office something happened.  A smile...yes the woman behind the counter was smiling at me and trying to be helpful and in her on way through my butchering the Hungarian language joked with me.  It was such a shock and a wonderful experience of sending mail.  So the day started off on a good note however the initial assessment was not far behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening as I was purchasing food for the weekly meeting I came across the typical checkout clerk.  I did not hand her a certain paper in time so she decided it would be good to let me know in some very angry Hungarian.  Needless to say this was the unpleasant part of the day.  I am not sure what she was telling me and kept trying to explain that I did not understand but alas we parted ways realizing that I miss customer service but for now I will continue to try and smile and figure out this grocery thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to come a visit to Vienna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-116151963595807126?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116151963595807126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=116151963595807126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116151963595807126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116151963595807126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/customer-is-always-right.html' title='The Customer is Always Right'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-116108353960466872</id><published>2006-10-17T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Take All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/IMG_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/IMG_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Well last Friday was our first big outreach of the school year.  It was called Winner Take All.  It was a big carnival of sorts.  With lots of fun homemade games for the students to try and win tickets to put into a drawing for prizes.  The pictures show a game that was for the entire group using a huge blow up soccer ball.  The ball is pushed back and forth between two groups while music plays and then when the music stops whatever side has the ball the other side gets a point.  This continues for a few rounds until a winner is declared and candy is thrown out into the audience of the winning side.  The ball may not look very threatening but let me tell you it is.  It can be quite the experience to be in the path of the gigantic ball and be run down by those chasing the ball.  The event was a big success and many students came out. &lt;br /&gt;The evening was full of laughter as students tried to accomplish the different games.  I helped run a game that required the person to blow a ping pong ball up a ramp and also a game that included throwing popcorn to a partner where they tried to catch it in their mouth.  Not exactly high tech but it was fun watching the attempts.&lt;br /&gt;The evening concluded with the group games, an air guitar contest and then a small message from Andras about the idea of winner take all and how that relates to the message of Christ.  I am not sure exactly what he said since it was in Hungarian but I am told it was very good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-116108353960466872?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116108353960466872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=116108353960466872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116108353960466872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116108353960466872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/winner-take-all.html' title='Winner Take All'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-116092018814934222</id><published>2006-10-15T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>Well one of our lifelines here is the internet.  But this past week our connection has not been working in our apartment.  There have been brief moments of connection but for the most part we have not been able to get online for but a few moments.  Please pray that this would be resolved.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-116092018814934222?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116092018814934222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=116092018814934222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116092018814934222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116092018814934222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-116032230955541071</id><published>2006-10-08T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From Saturday to Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Last Saturday (one week ago) as I was out and about exploring the city with a friend, we came across this display and thought it would make a fun picture.  We had a fun afternoon of trying a new restaurant and checking out a few shops before they closed for the day.  Everything closes here so early compared to the States that it can be hard to catch them open on the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I met up with my roommates and a couple of students and we explored the Budapest Zoo.  I was surprised at how close you could get to the animals.  There was one section where the only thing separating us was a thin rope.  Thankfully the animals looked like they could have cared less that we were there and did not come over to check us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we celebrated my birthday!  We went to a different Mexican restaurant called Iguana’s.  I tried a steak burrito and was pleasantly surprised that it tasted pretty good.  Not quite a great as Ajo Al's or Someburro's but it tasted like a burrito.  YEAH!  I think I might have to go back.  My staff team was also so generous to give me a birthday gift from a really fun pottery store that is here in Budapest.  I will try and take some pictures soon and add it to the photo album.  My roommates made the day feel really special and so it was just a nice little treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week we have started with our two-week long classroom blitz, that culminates in an outreach called "Winner Take All" this coming Friday.  Tomorrow I will find myself being the main leader for the next school.  I am a little nervous, since speaking in front of groups is not my favorite activity, but I know that the Lord can use me.  Most of the time in the classrooms is spent doing fun activities and having times in small groups so that we can interact with the students.   At each school we invite the students to come out to the event of "Winner Take All" and we are praying that over 200 would come and participate.  It is a carnival of sorts, with homemade games, food and prizes.  But most importantly it is a fun time together with the Gospel being shared at the end of the evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-116032230955541071?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116032230955541071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=116032230955541071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116032230955541071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/116032230955541071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-saturday-to-saturday.html' title='From Saturday to Saturday'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115937961799141321</id><published>2006-09-27T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Burrito????</title><content type='html'>Eating overseas is always an adventure.  You never quite know what you will get and whether or not it will actually satisfy or leave you wanting.  I guess along with being on an adventure of ministry I am also on a culinary adventure.  This past week we went out to a Mexican restaurant to celebrate one of my roommate's birthday.  It was a fun time of celebration and another opportunity to check out the local cuisine.  Well....I tried to order an enchilada, but I wanted a flour tortilla instead of a corn one.  I was promptly told that the enchilada only came with a hard shell.  I was a little perplexed since I have never had a hard shelled enchilada, not to be deterred I ordered the chicken with vegetable burrito (it had a soft flour tortilla).  As it came to the table I was excited because it looked like a burrito but as I bit into it I realized I was in for a surprise.  The vegetables inside were corn, carrots and peas, similar to the frozen vegetable medley you find at the grocery store.   Alas, I guess all the Mexican food I ate before I left will have to tide me over until I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115937961799141321?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115937961799141321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115937961799141321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115937961799141321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115937961799141321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/burrito.html' title='A Burrito????'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115917682683665144</id><published>2006-09-25T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slovakia Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past week we went to Slovakia for the day to apply for our Visas.  It was a fun little get away and a chance to get another stamp in our passport.  We were in Bratislava.  The old town section was very charming.  Since we had to wait for the office to approve our initial request we had a few hours to explore.  We took a tour and got to hear a little of the history of the town and its monuments and buildings.  Since it was once part of Hungary, much of the history is intertwined.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115917682683665144?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115917682683665144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115917682683665144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115917682683665144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115917682683665144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/slovakia-trip.html' title='Slovakia Trip'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115796638590796289</id><published>2006-09-11T11:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Thing Happened in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/IMG_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last friday I had the chance to get together with Brigi, she was in the previous post. We had a great time talking and getting to know one another. She just received Christ last spring so it is fun seeing her desire to grow and get to know the Lord better. I am praying for more opportunities to connect with her and hopefully be used by the Lord in helping her grow. So as we were walking along in the park some people passed us and I noticed they were speaking english. Nowadays I am seeming to pick that up because it is always a surprise when I can understand someone near me. Then as more people passed I noticed they had a camera. Curious, I asked if they were filming something. To my delight I am assuming possibly the director, or it least the guy in charge, said yes have you heard of a show called House Hunters. Well not only had I heard of it, it is one of my favorite shows on HGTV.  They were filming House Hunters International here in Budapest.   So for a moment I had a chance to talk with the women who would be buying the house and and the crew breifly. The show will be airing in eight months so if you see it please record it for me. I am hoping maybe in a few of the scene shots you might see Brigi and me in the background. Wouldn't that be fun. The park where they were filming is right across the street from my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other funny thing that happened was between Brigi and myself. As we were chatting about all sorts of things the topic of music came up. She mentioned that her favorite band used to be Linkin Park. Then since she knew that I used to live in Phoenix she asked if I knew of Greenway High School. She even had the school address in her phone. Well Greenway is the school I had been working with for the past seven years. So it was fun sharing with her a little about the school and also about some of the students I had a chance to get to know and work with. I am hoping maybe a few of them will come out to SpeakOut this summer and get to know Brigi and the other Hungarian students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115796638590796289?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115796638590796289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115796638590796289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115796638590796289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115796638590796289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-thing-happened-in-park.html' title='A Funny Thing Happened in the Park'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115730802945769021</id><published>2006-09-03T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Miracles Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here is just one story of something great that happened on Friday night.  This is an email message I received from Julie.  "It was so much fun gathering with all the students last night.  Seeing so many new and old faces.  This is what we are about!  Meeting and sharing God’s love with these students.  I wanted to tell you a little bit about what God did with Zach last night.  There has been a boy named Attila who has been coming for a while (2-3 years) to Fek.  And last night he asked Zach more about God and Zach went through the 4 laws with him.  He was tracking and following it very intensely.  And then a girl who accepted Christ with Zach last year at the end of the year… Brigi came up to them.  She watched Zach share the four laws and then she started talking about how this was the best decision of her life and Attila asked “when should I make this decision?”  And Brigi said “now.”  So, he prayed with them to receive Christ!  What a blessing.  Not only did Attila accept Christ but Brigi helped, by sharing her testimony and leading Attila to a decision.  Praise God.  Zach was able to model sharing the gospel, Brigi was able to watch and then share also with Attila using the 4 laws as a tool, and then Attila was given the opportunity to accept Jesus into his heart.  What a blessed ministry we are in.  I am always amazed that God allows us to do this as our full time job!!!  Aren’t we blessed?  Zach will share more about this at staff meeting on Wed.  I just wanted to share as well, because I am so excited that Attila made a decision for Christ!!!  What an answer to prayer.  "&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115730802945769021?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115730802945769021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115730802945769021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115730802945769021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115730802945769021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/seeing-miracles-happen.html' title='Seeing Miracles Happen'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115729734259316292</id><published>2006-09-03T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First FEK Meeting of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Fun was had be all as we gathered in the park.  For the students it was a time to reconnect with friends met at SpeakOut.  For me it was the chance to meet the many students who come out to FEK and a few who were there for the first time.  I definitely have many new names and faces to remember but I look forward to getting to know the students in the coming weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115729734259316292?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115729734259316292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115729734259316292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115729734259316292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115729734259316292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-fek-meeting-of-year.html' title='First FEK Meeting of the Year'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115711757853941790</id><published>2006-09-01T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A few random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would share a little about my experience with grocery shopping. I know something that seems so common is not quite when you don't speak the language. First the concept of customer service here is that the customer is not right. For example the other day while shopping I decided that I would like a peach so I knew I needed to weigh the peach and put a sticker on it. Well I couldn't quite figure out what the word for peach was, so I looked at the pictures and guessed. I punched the button to weigh the fruit attached the sticker to it and went on with my shopping. When I arrived at the checkout the woman grabbed the fruit and scanned it, then forcefully handed it back to me speaking in Hungarian that it was not the correct sticker. I am standing there trying to communicate that I don't know what to do. With disgust she motions over a man and hands him the fruit to go get the correct sticker, I start to follow and she is still speaking frantically to me in Hungarian and I have no idea if she is saying follow or stay so I stay. Finally the man arrives back with the correct sticker on and we can then finish my order. This is just one of the many times I have not done something correctly and been told forcefully so, I am gathering that is what I am being told because the rolling of the eyes seem to indicate such. Anyway for the most part I just smile and try to figure it out. Maybe by the end of my year here I will know what sticker goes with what fruit... or maybe I will just go to the fresh fruit market, they were much more friendly there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115711757853941790?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115711757853941790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115711757853941790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115711757853941790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115711757853941790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-random-thoughts.html' title='A few random thoughts...'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115626015487237725</id><published>2006-08-22T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:08.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here are just a few shots of some places around town.  I am still trying to learn how to use my camera but hopefully this will give you a little sense of where I live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115626015487237725?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115626015487237725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115626015487237725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115626015487237725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115626015487237725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/around-town.html' title='Around the Town'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115616589037658038</id><published>2006-08-21T15:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:44:33.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful fall day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RzIVk217YCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PSDOToJw66c/s1600-h/fall+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130186648469594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RzIVk217YCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PSDOToJw66c/s400/fall+pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the sun is shining the there is a chill in the air it is absolutely beautiful. Over the past few weeks I have had the chance to go on prayer walks with a good friend and just praise God for all He had done and seek Him for all there is in the future. On one of our walks we took a picture of the beauty that God has created and I thought I would share it with you. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115616589037658038?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115616589037658038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115616589037658038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115616589037658038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115616589037658038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/st-stephens-day-fireworks.html' title='A beautiful fall day'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sa9TUwz564E/RzIVk217YCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PSDOToJw66c/s72-c/fall+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115599921804573578</id><published>2006-08-19T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:07.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know my Roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/Lauren%20Ashley%20Elevator%20at%20Apt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/Lauren%20Ashley%20Elevator%20at%20Apt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a funny pic of my two roommates.  We all met last year at SpeakOut and are reunited this year for Stint.  It should be a fun year of getting to know each other and sharing the many unique experiences along the way.  Behind them is the elevator we can use to get up to our apartment.  I am not sure when it was built but you can see completely up and down the shaft.  Also after we go up we have to send it back down.  We are not sure if there is anyway to actually call the elevator up to our floor, but thankfully taking the stairs down is a much easier way to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115599921804573578?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115599921804573578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115599921804573578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115599921804573578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115599921804573578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-to-know-my-roommates.html' title='Getting to know my Roommates'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115583351098758215</id><published>2006-08-17T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:07.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from my window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from my room down to the street. It is not a main road so there is not too much traffic. My room has a little balcony that I can go out on so that should be fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115583351098758215?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115583351098758215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115583351098758215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115583351098758215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115583351098758215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/view-from-my-window.html' title='The view from my window'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115567687487844498</id><published>2006-08-16T08:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:07.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling In</title><content type='html'>Well I have arrived in Budapest and am now beginning the process of settling in to my new home for the next year. Yesterday is all of a blur thanks to the transatlantic flight but after sleeping for close to 14 or more hours I am working on getting unpacked and acquainted with my surroundings. I got a little tour from my roommate of the area around our apartment and how to get on the buses and trams and which ones to take. We also went to IKEA which I am so thankful for the ability to buy a few things to feel a little more settled. It is amazing what joy a lamp and a hamper can bring :). No more dirty clothes on the floor. I still am working on unpacking all my bags and finding out what I did bring over. Tomorrow might also bring with it the chance to go to the big grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115567687487844498?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115567687487844498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115567687487844498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115567687487844498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115567687487844498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115567619862609752</id><published>2006-08-13T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:07.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the Chicago Airport</title><content type='html'>Well I am sitting in the Chicago airport just waiting for my flight to board for Europe.  It is crazy how you can compartmentalize your life and not really think about the next step until it is upon you.  As I was flying I thought about how I sold my car, shut the door to my house and put stuff in storage.  Basically all I have is what I can carry.  I guess it is freeing, a little scary and very heavy.  Yes I had to pay for a bag that weighed over 60 lbs.  Really I am not sure what to expect.  As I head into this next step I am just trusting the Lord and leaning on the direction He has given me.  The only thing I know for sure is that moving is a lot of work.  I cannot imagine where all that stuff came from.  It kind of reminds me of how God removes stuff from our lives.  Once the big stuff is gone you have to go through all the drawers and hidden places in closets and decide what is worth keeping, what needs to be given away and what needs to be thrown away.  Then the cleaning can begin.  The place then becomes ready for the next occupant.  I can see where God does that in our lives as well.  He gets in our hearts and challenges us to clean house (surrender all to him) for Him to come in and do the work of cleaning house so He can set up residence.  It seems like throughout our lives there are times where He is getting ready to move in our lives and begins the process and then something happens and He really goes to town.  I guess I hope my heart is less cluttered than my house and I am so amazed at how gracious God is to go into our lives and deal with all the junk and love us so immensely.  Well I guess that is it for now.  Hopefully there will be a good movie on the flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115567619862609752?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115567619862609752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115567619862609752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115567619862609752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115567619862609752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/08/sitting-in-chicago-airport.html' title='Sitting in the Chicago Airport'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115272679302889186</id><published>2006-07-12T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:07.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevate-Student Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/1600/P1001188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/P1001188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the students quotes from the conference. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Getaway 2006 was the most amazing experience I have ever had without a doubt. It was the excellent opportunity to meet up and talk to Jesus Christ that I have been thirsty for my whole life. I was amazed at how much I learned that I had no idea that I was going to learn about. My most touching part of the trip was when I invited Jesus Christ into my life on the last night of our trip when Greg Speck gave us that life changing commitment to make. I have never felt better since that moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This conference really challenged me to go home and run into thee spiritual battle that’s going on in the hearts of everyone. In order to do this I need to make sure my heart is right with God. This involves daily surrendering and constantly being involved with Christ. Also the friendships that this conference brought are spectacular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This week has been so amazing. I have learned so much about God. Going out to the mall (day of outreach) helped a lot! I am just so glad I did this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....I learned that if I pray God will speak through me, and He did when I gave my testimony."&lt;br /&gt;"If I could I would definitely recommend this to everybody and I would pray for all my friends to go too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really feel God wanted me to be at the Getaway 2006. At first I wasn’t going to go but I really felt I should. Now as I think back on the time spent at the Getaway, I think about the good times, the lessons, the people I got to meet. But the most important thing I got out of this was the realization of how much God really loves me........I no longer have fear about where I am going to end up, because I know it’s with the one and only Jesus Christ. I will now live letting Him have control and letting him feel me with His love.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115272679302889186?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115272679302889186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115272679302889186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115272679302889186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115272679302889186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/07/elevate-student-quotes.html' title='Elevate-Student Quotes'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-115215236361398037</id><published>2006-07-06T04:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:07.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevate-Rocky Mountain Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/640/S5030247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/S5030247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow!! I am finally beginning to recover from the Getaway. It was an amazing conference, full of fun, activity and lots of time hearing from the Lord. Greg Speck was the main speaker this year and Tenth Avenue North lead the worship. What a treat to wake up and see the Rocky Mountains from our window. Every time I am surrounded by the majesty of snow capped mountains I am reminded again of just how big God is and how small we can make him in our lives. Some of the highlights from the trip were flying out of the raft while going down the Poudre (I got pulled back in quickly), hiking in the Rockies but most of all it was hearing the hearts of the students and watching them as they learned more about God and grew in their faith.  More to come shortly.  Stay Tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-115215236361398037?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/115215236361398037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=115215236361398037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115215236361398037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/115215236361398037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/07/elevate-rocky-mountain-getaway.html' title='Elevate-Rocky Mountain Getaway'/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28952400.post-114904391141715232</id><published>2006-05-31T04:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:29:06.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/1600/Parliment%20on%20Danube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/558/3074/320/Parliment%20on%20Danube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well May is coming to a close and it is hard to believe that in a few short months I will be heading off to Hungary.  I am just starting to learn how to use this blog and am hoping to continue to update you on my progress.  Please feel free to post messages and enjoy the fun pictures of the city I will live in for at least a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28952400-114904391141715232?l=kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114904391141715232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28952400&amp;postID=114904391141715232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/114904391141715232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28952400/posts/default/114904391141715232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirstins-chronicles.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-may-is-coming-to-close-and-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirstin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561452379487932049</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/-4rqJT05tmhE/TVxlS_h1sSI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Oc871ldTFy8/s220/IMG_2827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
