<?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-4547055126207773799</id><updated>2011-09-13T18:12:21.727-07:00</updated><category term='m'/><category term='one year'/><category term='joplin'/><category term='fall'/><category term='lessofmemoreofJesus'/><title type='text'>word travels fast.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4188135433418769331</id><published>2011-08-09T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:08:01.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessofmemoreofJesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joplin'/><title type='text'>a year?</title><content type='html'>i seriously haven't updated since last october? i guess i have been really busy... i went back to school last september, and my life has kind of been a blur since then. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like i should do a summary/update of everything that's happened in the last year, but that seems terribly silly and impossible and besides that, over the last year i've realized that im not as interesting as i once thought i was. that seems so dumb to type out, but it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have obviously been a few life shaping events this year, but the one that shook me deepest was the tornado that hit joplin mo (where my husband and i went to college, where some of our dearest friends live, and where we first called home after we were married) we were so blessed to be able to take a van load of supplies from our church community here in iowa to our friends in joplin who had set up shelters and supply centers in the days following the disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way down i was worried that i would be too emotional to be helpful, but the immense loss was so overwhelming that i couldn't even process it, when we arrived in joplin, the devastation was still pretty raw- people were still receiving medical treatment after being pulled from rubble, rubble was still in the roads and blocking traffic, search and rescue teams were still digging through homes, boards were sticking out of buildings... raw. and overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so humbled by the service happening in Joplin. i saw people who had lost everything passing donations to other people who had lost everything. when we first arrived we heard a story of two of our friends who survived the tornado by hanging onto the underneath of a jeep as the F5 passed over and leveled everything around them-- a few hours after we heard this story, we saw them working in an outreach center in the church we had attended together. They were directing volunteers who were there to help organize donations. it was so surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single person we talked to had a story and we were thankful to be there in the days immediately following the storm to relieve even a tiny bit of the burden. timmy and i were only able to spend 3 days working at different relief centers around the city we love, it doesn't seem like much, especially considering how much the people who actually LIVE in joplin are coping with on a day to day basis even now, but my time there changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so unsettling and humbling to see all the places that had been so familiar as rubble-- our first apartment as a married couple, our favorite restaurants, wal-mart, so many homes, all of the beautiful trees uprooted... all of it was the culmination of one of my biggest fears, and although i was spared witnessing that destruction firsthand, some of my dearest loved ones found themselves in the midst of the aftermath forced to spring into action, others were so devastated they couldn't do anything but wait for help, others documented what was happening with photos and twitter, or made phone calls to check on people from their church or work... we heard so many stories... my heart broke over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's anything i've learned this year, it's that im not much without Jesus. im selfish. i'm foolish. im fickle. i'm temporary. God is constant and im thankful for that every inconsistent day i'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a great year.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4188135433418769331?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4188135433418769331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=4188135433418769331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4188135433418769331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4188135433418769331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2011/08/year.html' title='a year?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1990649680538356613</id><published>2010-10-12T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:17:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! fall!</title><content type='html'>gotta love this time of year.  i've had a cold for like three weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been thinking about finding someplace to sell some knit wear in the area, but with starting school and everything, i just haven't had time to.  however, the other day at school, one of the girls asked me if i could make headbands because the shop she works at wants to sell some!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so exciting!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, tonight i worked on a sample to show them...  i couldn't find a pattern like i needed, but this is what i came up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TLUV-AH6mrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aTsGkjwwKg8/s1600/tumblr_la7fxtvdgq1qbnn82o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TLUV-AH6mrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aTsGkjwwKg8/s320/tumblr_la7fxtvdgq1qbnn82o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527348272596425394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it!  i think its super cozy and really cute.  i can't wait to try to make it a little thinner, and with some different colors, but i'm really happy with this one too!  it has little strings in the back that tie, so it can adjust in size.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-1990649680538356613?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1990649680538356613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1990649680538356613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1990649680538356613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1990649680538356613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/10/yay-fall.html' title='yay! fall!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TLUV-AH6mrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aTsGkjwwKg8/s72-c/tumblr_la7fxtvdgq1qbnn82o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1270308595294876536</id><published>2010-09-20T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:14:57.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ombre!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJfo_nQi9qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6F3JlMVFjI0/s1600/6y6p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJfo_nQi9qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6F3JlMVFjI0/s1600/6y6p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJfo_nQi9qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6F3JlMVFjI0/s320/6y6p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519136047933617826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, at zoe institute, we get to have free haircuts whenever, and one free color.  so for my first color i requested ombre.  i wouldn't have probably ever known what ombre was if it weren't for my dear friend taylor who put it up on her blog (see the "taylor does my hair" link on the side over there) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, taylor even sent me instructions for exactly how to get it and so i finally convinced some classmates to do it for me today and i LOVE it!  i've NEVER colored my hair before!!! (well, once from a box kit at walmart, but it was just a little darker than my normal hair color, so im not really counting it..) anyway.  it was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-1270308595294876536?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1270308595294876536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1270308595294876536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1270308595294876536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1270308595294876536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/ombre.html' title='ombre!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJfo_nQi9qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6F3JlMVFjI0/s72-c/6y6p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1940446203258423499</id><published>2010-09-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:16:44.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAAAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>i love cosmetology school.  i wish i had done this a LOONNNNNG time ago!  it's a lot of long days and im having to be really patient with myself, but it's so fun and i'm learning SO much every day.  i love it.  did i say i love it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our loan totally worked out, which is awesome.  and being in cosmetology school, i get free hair cuts whenever (hence the reason every girl in cosmetology school has shorty short hair, which i will not have.  i'm keeping mine long.  just in case you were wondering.) and we also get one free color, all the rest we have to pay for.  i've already gotten my hair cut (just trimmed from how i had it before) and i've decided i want ombre hair for my first color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJQugRQJaFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ttRkYIuOSMQ/s1600/ombre+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJQugRQJaFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ttRkYIuOSMQ/s320/ombre+hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518086575357519954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annnyway.  class is 7:30 to 4pm monday to friday.  but i love it. and i love the girls im in school with, everyone is so funny and outgoing.  it's so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had our first girls small group meeting last wednesday.  we're gonna go through the gospel of Mark together.  i'm so excited to get to know our high school girls a little more this year.  they're a blast!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy is gone this weekend with our junior high students at a conference.  i miss him.  this is the first time i've had to opt out on one of these trips.  it's hard for me to not be with the group.  i know it will only be one year (for school) that i miss out on these trips, but it's so hard.  i just like to be at everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1940446203258423499?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1940446203258423499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1940446203258423499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1940446203258423499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1940446203258423499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/yaaaaay.html' title='YAAAAAY!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/TJQugRQJaFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ttRkYIuOSMQ/s72-c/ombre+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8602660110461957034</id><published>2010-08-31T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:10:03.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold your breath!!!! or dont... whatever...</title><content type='html'>so im trying not to get my hopes up, in light of all last week's broken dreams, but its looking like i get to start school NEXT wednesday!  (MULTIPLE YESSES!!!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're still not sure how exactly it's getting paid for, but the cosmetology school owner said, "ehhh, come on in!"  not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but it's SOMEthing!  and im going for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile...  i got my dress fitted for sarah and antionio's wedding and it rocks.  its so beautiful!  (thanks, sarah!!!) and i get to ride down to houston with my friend alexis from college and her boyfriend.  and before that i get to hang out with my momma for a day or so in fayetteville.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it's the perfect way to go back to school.  just sayin. it's gonna be a weird year.  not that it's ever not weird... nevermind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8602660110461957034?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8602660110461957034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8602660110461957034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8602660110461957034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8602660110461957034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/08/hold-your-breath-or-dont-whatever.html' title='hold your breath!!!! or dont... whatever...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2858665727166734312</id><published>2010-08-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:00:09.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh change of plans?</title><content type='html'>my excitement last week was met with an abrupt reality check by the weekend.  timmy and i crunched numbers after we looked at the house friday morning, but we couldn't get the numbers to work out in favor of renting or buying the house we looked at and loved.  it was so sad!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to the bank to get our loan worked out friday afternoon, and they said they wouldn't loan us money for school because of some new iowa law and also because the school is still in the accreditation process (because it just opened in may of this year.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needless to say, it was bummer.  we took naps and watched t.v. then went to the Keokuk vs Central Lee football game (im sooooo glad its football season!  love it!) and had a 5th quarter party at a sponsor's house.  it was relaxing and so nice to get my mind off these frustrations for a minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday morning we tried with the number crunching again... i want to go back to school so bad, but maybe this just isn't the right time?  we'll see.  we're talking to a friend who is a loan officer at another bank this coming wednesday and i'm going to talk to the school again tomorrow and hope that she'll just give me grace to pay as i go through school, even though im not totally sure how im going to do that.  and if it doesn't work out, ill just work for a while and save up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the meantime... this coming weekend i'm going to texas for the wedding of my dear friends antonio and sarah.  im so so happy for them and im so honored to be a bridesmaid in their wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and H O P E F U L L Y   i'll come home and start school the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&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/4547055126207773799-2858665727166734312?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2858665727166734312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2858665727166734312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2858665727166734312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2858665727166734312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/08/uhh-change-of-plans.html' title='uhh change of plans?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5076569024325510324</id><published>2010-08-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:25:40.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day!!!!</title><content type='html'>so it all started this morning... or maybe it really started last night, i drank a ton of tea and it kept me awake into the wee hours of the morning.  so this morning when timmy left for work, i fell back asleep (i have no job, hence, nothing to really get up for right away.)  when i woke up (around 10am) it was to the maintenance man in our bathroom fixing our toilet.  i didn't have my contacts in, so i couldn't see past my hand, but i was pretty sure it wasn't timmy banging around in our bathroom cabinets.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i peeked out from under my blanket, because let's just say, i "wasn't decent" and he looked right at me and said, "do you know where this towel bar is?" (one of the towel bars in our bathroom is broken) i just shook my head "no" and pulled the covers over my head.  it was really.  REALLY.   R E A L L Y awkward.  then he left.  then i bolted the deadbolt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day got more exciting when timmy came home for lunch.  we had tuna sandwiches.  that's our new lunch thing. then he left for work and i went to put in my application at cosmetology school in fort madison.  i wasn't stoked when i timed the drive and it added up to aprox 35 minutes just to get there, but i figured it was just what i had to do.  so i got there, toured the building, ignoring how it was kind of gross, paid my $50 application fee and walked back to my car through all the smoking cosmetology students in the alley.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the 35 minute drive back to keokuk, i remembered that someone is buying all of java river's coffee stuff and i should see if they need some help (i need a part time job, and school doesn't start til october.) when i got there, the new coffee shop owner was setting things up.  she regretfully informed me that they won't be opening til october (when i'll be in school) and she asked what i'd be doing.  "cosmetology," i told her.  and she was like, "you KNOW we have a cosmetology school here, dont you?"  and i did know... but it's brand new and that made me nervous.  but after i toured that school (which was very clean and pretty) and talked with their instructor (who also teaches zumba in the gym there) i was kind of sold on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my $50 back from the OTHER cosmetology school, and tomorrow ill be discussing finances with this pretty school (zoe institute) in my own town.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be saving $5,000 by going to this school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll only have to drive aprox 8 minutes to and from school instead of 35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;win win win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're looking at a house on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is always chaos.  great exciting chaos.&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;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5076569024325510324?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5076569024325510324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5076569024325510324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5076569024325510324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5076569024325510324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-day.html' title='what a day!!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3780361410954817633</id><published>2010-08-24T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:12:09.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as surely as the sun will rise...</title><content type='html'>so much has been going on!  the coffee shop i've been working at closed down the day before yesterday.  im a little sad about that, but on the bright side it's really encouraged me to go back to school for real.  so i've been getting applications out and debating about whether or not to work while im in school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy and i also found a house we're really interested in.  we get to talk with the owners on friday, and im really hoping that will work out!  our apartment is so super nice, but we're just ready to be into a house!  it will be so much better for hosting students and having our families over when they come to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love when school starts back up.  there is so much excitement and newness in the air.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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' 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rise...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-478379036037659515</id><published>2010-07-03T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:12:08.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cornerstone festival</title><content type='html'>i wish i was there.  i just wanna play at it one time. maybe more than one time.  at least one time.  ive had fun looking at everyone's pictures there this week.  and i'll be saving my pennies to go next year, so if the "preforming there" thing falls through, at least i can attend.  timmy even tried to get a deal from some guy (two tickets for $100) but the guy never emailed him back (saaaad face).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  life is good.  it goes on.  i had a great week here in keokuk, even if every once in a while i was a little sad about missing ol' c stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-478379036037659515?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/478379036037659515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=478379036037659515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/478379036037659515'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've felt like God has been leading me to start a ministry to teenage girls in keokuk, and i think the timing is finally right on it.  we're at least trying it this summer.  i can't wait.  lots of support for it, now its time to just build on the excitement of it and start meeting together.  the idea is nothing new, i felt like such a dork explaining it to the women who were interested in helping because it is so basic.  basically, we'd be trying to bring girls to mentors through weekly (bi weekly?) meetings created around the ideas of community, bible study and mentoring.  so basic.  so exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this coming week i get to go to missouri/arkansas for some weddings, some family time and a little reTREAT before we try this girls ministry thang.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the book of ephesians has been coming to my heart and mind and refreshing my soul so much recently.  on my last trip home, i visited my home youth group (Christian life cathedral) for their college age service.  it was so encouraging and the Lord just completely restored me through ephesians 6 (put on the full armor of God).  i walked out of the building and into a rain storm, CLC looks over fayetteville/springdale and it was just an awesome sight to see the lightning and rain clouds hovering over NWA.  one of my most vivid memories includes the CLC parking lot in the pouring rain, but under much sadder circumstances, i remember standing by my car, getting drenched, getting broken up with, feeling completely helpless and even deserted by the Lord (i only felt that way, of course, he hadn't abandoned me)... but a few weeks ago, i stood under a storm in the same parking lot feeling totally lifted and empowered by His spirit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our God is an awesome God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-7713546025547406952?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7713546025547406952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=7713546025547406952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7713546025547406952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7713546025547406952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/05/throw-another-iron-in-fire.html' title='throw another iron in the fire'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5465483294006280543</id><published>2010-03-11T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:57:51.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S5lYu4urMOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OncDiQdN1aM/s1600-h/craftystoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S5lYu4urMOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OncDiQdN1aM/s320/craftystoner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447482786806706402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got to go visit joplin and arkansas last month.  it was fabulous.  in my last blog i talked about how i cut my own bangs, but in arkansas my friend taylor gave me a real haircut.  in a few blogs ago i talked about my pastor being in haiti, he came back to the states safely and in joplin we saw him receive the ozark Christian college outstanding alumni award (i'd kind of equate that with a life time achievement award).  our trip was so good, we got to catch up with so many people we miss and i got to shop with my momma and she also bought me a TON of new yarn from her super fancy yarn shop... which brings me to my next point, i made a new blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for anyone who knows me, a new blog is really nothing new for me.  i think i've used every social networking dodad since aol 2.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my latest venture is that im learning to knit and sew, so my new blog is dedicated to that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://thecraftystoner.tumblr.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TaHDAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also changed my twitter name to thecraftystoner.  its got a nice ring to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-5465483294006280543?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5465483294006280543/comments/default' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S5lYu4urMOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OncDiQdN1aM/s72-c/craftystoner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5760704040148102570</id><published>2010-02-17T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:37:33.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>up for air.</title><content type='html'>i think too much.  in the name of relaxation, sleep, showing love to people and not driving my husband crazy, im attempting to stop thinking so much (at least for a little while...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why would i wanna stop thinking so much?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  i have tension headaches all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i wake up in the middle of the night almost every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i have almost zero stress in my life right now, yet feel stressed out a LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im watching the olympics, reading maria's blog*, and debating what to knit tonight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more pity parties, just enjoying the snowy iowa days.  soon enough the sun will come out and i won't have to try so hard to be light, but until then, a vanilla coke sounds good.  also, i cut my bangs the other night out of boredom.  i can't wait for spring time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S3yZvSjMV0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NIvlyO5sMzA/s1600-h/Photo+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S3yZvSjMV0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NIvlyO5sMzA/s320/Photo+246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439391487669065538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*http://www.adelaideshomesewn.blogspot.com/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-5760704040148102570?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5760704040148102570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5760704040148102570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8010544227063813883</id><published>2010-02-08T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:55:23.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>i miss my family.  and i love keokuk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been snowing all day.  for me, snow just equals rest.  when i was really young, i remember laying on the floor by the window and watching each snowflake land and then blend into the snow on the ground.  it's still kind of mystifying to me, if i could i would watch it all day.  i just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've felt so much peace lately.  so much rest.  its not that things have slowed down, we're still busy and things are just about to get busier, but its more that i'm focusing on just loving God and loving people and that has allowed my brain to be about a million times more clear and focused on whatever else comes up.  its so good.  God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8010544227063813883?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8010544227063813883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8010544227063813883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8010544227063813883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8010544227063813883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4688955351032824997</id><published>2010-01-18T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:58:20.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiti 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond, 'new york', times, serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few days ago, the coast guard took supplies to the campus at Christianville.  they said that since they had water and food they would come back for them, but first go to look for people with urgent need to leave.  yesterday, one guy from the team and two women took a flight back to the states and this morning, our prayer chain email sent this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning prayer partners,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Thank you for your continued prayers for Brother Bill and the crew at Christianville.  The latest news is that they went to the Port-au-Prince airport this morning.  Presumably they will have to wait an unspecified amount of time before they can catch a flight to the states. If you have seen on television, the situation at the airport in Port-au-Prince is described as chaotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The missionary plane that was supposed to fly into Haiti today and return with five passengers was canceled.  So, as we understand it, Bill and the five others with him - including Stuart Kelly - are waiting at the airport until a space on a flight becomes available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Of course, there are no commercial flights into or out of Port-au-Prince for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     We ask that you would continue to pray for Bill and the others.  Pray that they would remain healthy and safe.  Pray that they will be able to catch a flight and safely return to the states in the next couple of days.  Pray that Brother Bill will be back in Keokuk before next Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Thank you for your continued prayers and concerns for the situation in Haiti in general and for your continued prayers for Brother Bill and the other members of their group in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Thank you for your generosity in sharing with the mission at Christianville.  Our special offering yesterday resulted in over $4800 to be sent to the Christianville mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sister in Christ, Tina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just found out via facebook that bill is on a plane and should be back in the states around 4:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so glad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4688955351032824997?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4688955351032824997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=4688955351032824997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4688955351032824997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4688955351032824997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-4.html' title='haiti 4'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-715316711347476188</id><published>2010-01-14T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:31:27.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiti 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;an article from the Daily Gate City, Keokuk's newspaper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Heart break&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;2 Tri-State Area men volunteering in Haiti among earthquake survivors&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;By Cindy Iutzi/Gate City Staff Writer&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="timestamp" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Published: Thursday, January 14, 2010 2:45 PM CST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="storytext" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;A two-week mission trip to Christianville, Haiti, has turned into a grim, heartbreaking struggle for two Tri-State Area residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Kelly of Hamilton, Ill., and Bill Hauser of Keokuk flew to Haiti Tuesday morning as part of a mission team to conduct a conference for the native preachers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauser is pastor at New Testament Christian Church in Keokuk. Kelly is a long- time member of the Ferris Christian Church in Ferris, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianville is a Christian mission in Gressier, Haiti, located about 20 miles southwest of Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haiti. The earthquake’s epicenter was halfway between the capital and Christianville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Hauser had been inside the Christianville orphanage about 10 minutes Tuesday before the 7.0 earthquake leveled the building, along with most of the structures in the area, according to Bill’s wife, Connie. Any buildings partially standing are not safe to occupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a three-minute phone call at 5:30 a.m. today, Bill told Connie the orphanage housed 28 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ad_main"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: 300px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div class="advertisement" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; text-transform: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: black; border-right-color: black; border-bottom-color: black; border-left-color: black; background-color: rgb(94, 94, 94); padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: center; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;ADVERTISEMENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div id="instory"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;“They have only been able to find two,” she said. “He didn’t say whether they were alive or dead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call this morning is the first time Connie had heard Bill’s voice since the quake hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He reassured me that everyone on the mission team is fine,” Connie said, relief evident in her voice. “There’s not a scratch on them. They’re sleeping outside because none of the buildings are safe. He said they’ve delivered four babies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart’s wife, Barbara, is a veteran of Christianville missions and understands her husband’s strong ties to the Christian mission in Haiti. Stuart is a Christianville board member and has been making mission trips to Haiti for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One of the wives told me that they are safe, but that all of Christianville is destroyed,” Barbara said. “Even the clinic. They have dragged out some luggage to see what they have and what they need. I just hope they can find their passports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Their biggest concern is with the limited supply of drinking water.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianville furnished drinking water for Haitians in a 20-mile radius before the earthquake. Now, the mission team is trying to repair an emergency generator – Stuart had brought parts for the generator with him on this trip – and must then see if there is enough infrastructure to carry the electricity, Barbara said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purifying water by boiling is not a good option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Firewood is as scarce as food,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food supplies are always a concern in Haiti, so the mission team had brought food with them and may have to depend on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They have eggs and they can butcher pigs, but they have to find a way to cook them,” Barbara said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the U.S. State Department has contacted the folks at Christianville to let them know the department is aware of their presence in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They told them to stay put,” Barbara said. “They said they’d get them out when they can.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday’s earthquake caused hillsides and mountainsides to crumble, covering the road to Christianville with boulders and rubble, making the route impassable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the mission team worries about day-to-day survival, water and food supplies, another worry involves a mission team that entered Haiti shortly before the quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A team of four Americans coming into Haiti were on the tarmac and went into the airport terminal before the earthquake,” Barbara said. “We haven’t heard anything from them or about them. We don’t know if they’re living.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Bill Hauser’s third trip to Haiti, Connie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill told her this morning that he’s not sure they’ll be home next Thursday, the scheduled day of their return. The airport at Port-au-Prince is being used to get people and supplies in, not people out, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Connie’s daughter, Jenny Samuels of Sellersburg, Ind., is home with her mother. She has been in touch with her father by way of instant messaging and has shared information with friends and family via e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad said that everyone is still ok ... just horrible devastation. He also said that if they could leave they would because they are becoming part of the problem. The problem is that they are eating and drinking food which is needed for real doctors, nurses and the Haitian people ... He said it is like they are playing doctor and not really knowing how to meet the needs of people medically.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team planned to try and move rubble from the medical clinic today and find medical supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinics at Christianville see up to 130 patients a day and give free care to Christianville employees, missionaries, school children and poor from the area, according to the Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an e-mail Wednesday, Hauser told his daughter that there were 200 people at Christianville:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doctors and nurses worked all night. I was in charge of watching the gate to keep people from coming in. This morning (we’re) looking at damage control. I don’t know if you saw the pictures online, but it really is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pray ... We still have water. Food. But pray that people don’t panic and come and do stupid things ... We are cleaning, and preparing and trying to put this place together. Please pray for the next five days ... We are still having aftershocks. The main one was 7.3. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please call the church and pray for Haiti for our medical staff. They are wonderful.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main support for Christianville comes from non-denominational churches, mostly Christian Church/Church of Christ churches in the United States, according to the Christianville Web site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-715316711347476188?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/715316711347476188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=715316711347476188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/715316711347476188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/715316711347476188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-3.html' title='haiti 3'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1928148443807282173</id><published>2010-01-14T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:27:16.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiti 2</title><content type='html'>our pastor's wife connie is keeping us updated pretty regularly, the must have gotten communications figured out a little better at the orphanage bill is at.  here are a couple of updates she sent out today...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b4fc2b6a08cf1a9a5442" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; talked breifly with Billy again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are out of medical supplies so there isn't much left that they can really do to help.&lt;br /&gt;They have seen more relief planes and coast guard. They have sent some people out to try to get some of those supplies.&lt;br /&gt;The Americans are staying in or very close to Christianville to stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have dug down to the break in the water line. They believe they can fix the line. Then they will have to flush the lines but after that they will have clean water supply again - as long as the generators have enough fuel to run.&lt;br /&gt;He says they still have plenty of food. The first day they were there they planned on feeding the Elderly people later in their trip. So they went out and bought $300 worth of rice and beans to start preparing for the meal.&lt;br /&gt;They are still have a lot of rough aftershocks. They are trying to stay out of crushed buildings as much as possible, but have gone into a few to try to gather any more supplies they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for clean water and fuel for them. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;text from Billy in Haiti: the water line is fixed, they have clean water again, there is a chopper bringing in more food to them, all Americans are still healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;billy is another member of the team that our pastor is on in haiti.  they are at an orphanage called Christianville, to see more about that, go to http://www.christianvillehaiti.org/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christianville is an orphanage with housing, a pharmacy and a clinic for the community.  everything was destroyed in the earth quake.  it will take $500,000 (estimated) to rebuild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1928148443807282173?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1928148443807282173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1928148443807282173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1928148443807282173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1928148443807282173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-2.html' title='haiti 2'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1701820497694808172</id><published>2010-01-13T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:20:31.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;our pastor, bill hauser, went with a team to haiti on monday, they were planning to do a preaching convention and help at an orphanage and im not sure what else they were planning to do.  tuesday evening, an earthquake hit haiti, the epicenter of the earthquake is located between the orphanage bro.bill's team went to work with and port-au-prince.  obviously this changed the focus of their trip.  his daughter, jenny, gave a brief interview and shared this conversation she had with her dad (via yahoo messenger) with the local news.  i just saw it on tv.   here's the article they had on their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S05f-CfpnwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vPsYDiYq5sI/s1600-h/11816258_BG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/S05f-CfpnwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vPsYDiYq5sI/s320/11816258_BG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426380120454176514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Bill Hauser (above) is leading a mission trip that is now helping relief efforts in Haiti. Hauser was able to get in touch with his daughter via the Internet Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEOKUK, Ia. (WGEM) -- What was to be a mission trip in Haiti for a group of tri-states residents has become what one of the men's daughter says is, "the worst thing he's ever seen," following a 7.0 earthquake that's rocked the island nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is one of the worst things he's ever experienced," Jenny Samuels, daughter of Brother Bill  Hauser, said. "He's seen a lot of bad, but this is one of the worst. But God put him there for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Bill Hauser, Pastor at Keokuk's New Testament Christian Church for over 35 years, and four other men left Monday from Miami for a mission trip at Christianville, a mission located in Gressier, Haiti, 15 miles from Port Au Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the earthquake, the 61-year-old Hauser communicated with his daughter for a short time Tuesday via Yahoo! Instant Messenger. Jenny Samuels shared the transcript from the conversation with WGEM News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctors and Nurses worked all night. I was in charge of watching the gate to keep people from coming in. This morning looking at damage control. I don't know if you saw the pictures online but it is really that bad," Bill Hauser wrote online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight on WGEM News at 10, Mike Colombo will speak with a small prayer group to get an inside look at a few of the tri-states residents now involved in helping clean up after this tragic earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the conversation between Bill Hauser and Jenny Samuels below, in its exact form. "twobuckeyesinhaiti" is Bill Hauser. "Me" is Jenny Samuels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : good and i AM SO EXCITED TO BE WITH SOME WOWNDERFUL CHRISTIANS i ve been trying to get to Mom. O Listen Jenny. I need you since I can't get Mom. have her call my sister and let her know that we are alright. Call the rest of our family and let them know that people were trapped. We delivered a baby lst night, A baby died. A young student was brought in and left for dead. There were two hundred people at Christian Ville. Doctors and Nurses worked all night. I was in charge of watching the gate to keep people from coming in. This morning looking at damage control. I don't know if you saw the pictures online but it is really that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mom is trying to contact you she is so upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : good Me: how can she? through phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : Hope you are doing fine. Thanks for praying. But pray for them all It is the worst thing I have ever experienced.... See More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : I am fine. Been up all night;. God is so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: we are praying for strength for you what can we do? mom is trying to get online to talk to you at the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : Pray. Andsend money. JUst kidding. But do pray. Doug's father has made the contacts to send help to us; We still have water. Food. But pray that people don't panic and come and do stupid things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what are your plans for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : one of the orphanages that we went to is completely destroyed. We are so upset. Please let 'Becky know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: the orphanages that was completely destroyed what happened to the people and where will they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : Bob is O.K.. We are cleaning, and preparing and trying to put this place together. Please pray for the next five days. We hope to be able to fly out, but we don't know yet. I can't stay on this much longer others need to communicate with their loved ones. Please know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: are you going to leave early...to come home to the states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : We don't know about the Orphange we know that it was completely destroyed and we haven't been able to check on the children. It is so shocking and I am not making sense. Jenny I do not know if the airport is open.; They will get others out first. We are not going to do the preachers conference, but will feed lots of people, and help some families get put back together. The answer is No about early. I have to wait from day to day. We are still having aftershocks. The main one was 7.3 Wow....Jenny I have to go now. Tell Mom I love here and miss her. Please call the church and pray for Haiti For our medical staff They are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: we are praying and we love you...be JESUS to the people of Haiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : Bye honey. Did don call lMoom yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a text sent between the two Wednesday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: mom tried to send you a text but it did not work...should she try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twobuckeyesinhaiti : Love you, love youl,l love you. Thank God for His saving Grace... Yes, I do get scared. But He is still there. As long as we have internet we willl try to stay in touch. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wgem.com/global/story.asp?s=11816258&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are praying that the Lord would be able to use bill and the team he is with while they are there during this crazy time and that they will come home safely.  we're not sure when they'll be able to come back, they were supposed to be back monday, i think, but there are something like 40thousand US citizens in haiti, and there aren't very many flights leaving at this time.  i heard on the news that there might be two flights leaving tomorrow, but each flight will only carry 100 people (who will most likely be the ones needing medical care quickly).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it's crazy.  bill loves haiti though, he goes there like every year to help and teach and serve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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and how a river isn't always calm, but it's always moving, it's always being fed by something, sometimes it's shallow, sometimes it's rapids, sometimes it's waterfalls over cliffs, but it's always moving towards the ocean.  it was such a perfect image of our walk with Jesus, i thought about it a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few days after that, i couldn't sleep.  so i decided to listen to a sermon by clint thomas, he was the youth pastor where i went to youth group in high school, he and his wife had a huge impact on my walk with Jesus.  anyway, his talk was about having an intimate relationship with Jesus, where i give him my heart, and then he has it, so i draw near to Him, spend time with him, become like him.  it was really encouraging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that weekend i was getting my sunday school lesson together for the high school class.  i opened up my curriculum and it was called "let your life be consumed by one thing."  it was about a Jewish man, simeon, and how he waited his whole life to see the messiah, Jesus (the Holy spirit revealed to him that he would see the messiah in his lifetime) and then one morning the Spirit led him into the Jewish temple and mary handed him her baby and simeon held the messiah in his arms, it's in luke 2.  and i thought about how devout simeon had been, and how long he waited, and how he was patient and trusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that day in church, i had my bible open to the text brother bill was preaching over (something in philippians).  i have a "devotional bible" so every so often, a page or half page will have a short essay from someone about seeking God or living a Christian life.  i looked at the devotional on the page opposite from bill's sermon text and the title was, "one-thing people."  i laughed out loud, i was just like, "should i be paying attention to this?  maybe i'm missing something... maybe im missing just one thing..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few days later, i was getting ready for a small group study led by donnie smith, a mentor and friend from church.  this study was also called, "this one thing i do."  this lesson focused on the apostle paul's words, "brothers i do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but this one thing i do; forgetting what lies behind and pressing on toward what lies ahead, i press onward for the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Jesus Christ." philippians 3.13-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the time i got done with my study of philippians, i was like, "okay, lord, seriously.  what's going on?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and basically, here's what he showed me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been trying really hard to make things work since we've moved here to iowa.  i've been trying really hard to hold things together and be organized and make a plan for my life and set goals.  essentially, i've been trying to be some one im not.  i'm really disorganized.  i've never made a plan for anything in my whole life.  and any goals i've ever set usually come and go before i even start working towards them.  and i have so much peace just admitting that, even if it's only to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donnie and i talked about this the other day.  she shared a lot of wisdom with me, but what spoke to me the most was that i need to accept that this is how God made me.  i'm fine.  and God doesn't want me wrestling with some unattainable standard i set for myself, he wants me to rest with Him and be who he created me to be.  i can have peace with myself because i have peace with Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i still want to strive for discipline, routine and responsibility (i cringe even just typing that) but before i even open my planner, i want to be turning my thoughts to the lord, seeking his kingdom first and waiting to see what happens next.&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;love.&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/4547055126207773799-6439118479248961552?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6439118479248961552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=6439118479248961552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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those times i feel like im back at square one, spiritually.  it's not bad though.  it's kind of comforting.  to look out of a pit (to borrow a beth moore analogy) and see my savior reaching over to pull me out is a relief.  being back in the pit has not been so cool, but knowing im on the way out is awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you Jesus.  i need you Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4569833751984942595?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4569833751984942595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=4569833751984942595' title='1 Comments'/><link 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update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't updated this thing in FOREVER!!! the last time i updated, i think it was around the time that i quit my job and then was promptly re-hired after someone quit.  my hours have increased quite a bit and things have progressively gotten busier with youth group, therefore, no updates.  my bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this week i had pretty much the whole week off work!  my job (coffee shop barista) isn't hard.  but it wears me out to be on my feet all day and waiting on customers.  i come home kinda spent.  maybe thats what every job is like though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway.  i've gotten to take some pretty good breaks lately.  thanksgiving was wonderful, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKLysOx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ieK-FJR6E2A/s1600-h/100_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKLysOx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ieK-FJR6E2A/s320/100_2271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414043405035625874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's our delicious snack table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKMo9OVvgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3htEQa7RURo/s1600-h/100_2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKMo9OVvgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3htEQa7RURo/s320/100_2228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414044337310121474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really good cupcakes!  from bliss in fayetteville.  so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKMoDg5ZDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bBRi3YuUD9g/s1600-h/100_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKMoDg5ZDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bBRi3YuUD9g/s320/100_2227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414044321818698802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my bday cake, i forgot which bakery it came from.  it was cranberry and lemon and it had candied orange to put on top.  it was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOkKjbYPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uwpW9GFJY3Y/s1600-h/100_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOkKjbYPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uwpW9GFJY3Y/s320/100_2291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414046454012141810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dad gave timmy and me some mandolin lessons after thanksgiving dinner.  it was wonderful.  and hard to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then almost as soon as we got home to iowa, i went back to arkansas to surprise my mom for (what i understand to be) her first art show.  she's been knitting since she was six, and i never leave a visit from home without some new goodie that she's knit for me.  i have drawers full of her knitting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any time i tell people im wearing something she made they say, "she MADE that?!"  she creates some of the most amazing things ive ever seen.  she orders yarn from all over the world.  someone asked her to participate in an art show during the first thursday art walk in fayetteville.  i was never so sad to live so far away! then, my work schedule cleared, and my dad said he'd help me pay for gas, and my friend lindsay said i could stay at her house, and my mimi said i could freshen up at her house and i was able to drive down and surprise my momma!  she was really surprised! and her show went so great!  i was so excited and thankful to be able to see it first hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOk3WDjiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TCM_0JNGCwI/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOk3WDjiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TCM_0JNGCwI/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414046466035650082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a close up of a blanket she made.  it's incredible.  she gave one to timmy and me as a wedding gift, and it looks like the klimt painting, "the kiss" in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOlV0BoBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/y5ZvCM0eNqk/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOlV0BoBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/y5ZvCM0eNqk/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414046474214416402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these fingerless gloves, my mom sold out of them and took several orders for more pairs.  it was so exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a great visit.  i got to spend some time with my mom and dad, and my mimi.  we had a wonderful time together.  but i missed my timmy and i was so glad to get home.  during our short time between thanksgiving and my trip to ark, timmy and i put up our Christmas tree.  it was so nice to get home with him and relax.  im so excited about Christmas!&lt;/div&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOl2AXDkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RPhfikG18dc/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKOl2AXDkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RPhfikG18dc/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414046482856087106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4406211778655505097?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SyKLysOx3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ieK-FJR6E2A/s72-c/100_2271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8511936577132183121</id><published>2009-10-30T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:24:40.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go forward! move ahead!</title><content type='html'>im trying real hard to set and achieve goals.  like, really hard.  overcoming laziness is hard.  finding motivation is hard.  sometimes i just get discouraged.  i look too far ahead and think, "that's what i want."  then i can't figure out how to get there.  instead im trying real hard to think of what i might want to do, and then see where that leads, you know, taking it a step at a time instead of picking some random point in time and trying to work backwards from there...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to baby steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8511936577132183121?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8511936577132183121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8511936577132183121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8511936577132183121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8511936577132183121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-forward-move-ahead.html' title='go forward! move ahead!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-6996990248959714465</id><published>2009-10-14T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:35:03.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's my temprature?</title><content type='html'>i got sick during church sunday.  i just got so tired...  and my head was pouuuunding.&lt;br /&gt;then on monday, timmy got sick too.&lt;br /&gt;so, we had a sick day together.  it was crappy being sick, but kind of great being together.&lt;br /&gt;we took turns getting food and medicine for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-6996990248959714465?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6996990248959714465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=6996990248959714465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6996990248959714465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6996990248959714465'/><link 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still working at the coffee shop and helping with the youth group. i was thinking about going back to school, but i've decided to put it off until at least january to be sure it's what i want to do.  i'm really really indecisive, and school is really expensive, so i'd like to make sure im going to spend my time and money on something i really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being in limbo about plans is never fun, but i'm trying to enjoy my limited responsibilities and maximize any free time i have.  timmy and i only have limited time together each day, maximizing that time has become very important to me as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been reading "breaking free" by beth moore and "forgotten God" by francis chan.  both are really enlightening.  i've tried to read breaking free a couple times before, but this time im going through it with someone else, so it's making me get through it this time.  forgotten God, i've only gotten into a little bit, but it's so good.  francis chan is a very good communicator, very good at helping people look around, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart has been aching lately for friends i'd love to be with.  one is peter in taiwan who was in a scary accident a couple weeks ago, i've been reading his blog almost every day and just praying that he will have a full recovery (i'll link his blog at the bottom of the post, if you'd like to read about his incredible situation.)  another dear friend, jassen, has a little daughter who passed away and my heart just breaks for him, i just pray that he will know that God is near to him in his trouble.  a couple we know from occ and also keokuk just moved to azerbaijan for peace corps, i really feel for them as they have moved so far from their homes and are starting such an exciting new journey-- lots of emotion.  i'll link their blog and also another friend kristin who also joined peace corps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a couple of weeks i get to visit my cousin and my dear friend in kentucky.  i can't wait for this trip!  it will be a quick visit, but i am really looking forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also re-arranged our living room.  it seemed really important to liven it up a little bit before winter comes.  if last winter is any kind of indicator, the winters are tough up here, and so i'm trying to get a head start on things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  life is good.  and its time for me to get a hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peter in taiwan&lt;/div&gt;http://prayingforpeter.blogspot.com/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;derek and alicia in azerbaijan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://johnsonsinazerbaijan.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kristin in cambodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://kristinroseincambodia.blogspot.com/&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/4547055126207773799-8026661968522130767?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8026661968522130767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8026661968522130767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8026661968522130767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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each other.  it rocked.  i'm not sure how this came up, or what prompted it, but one day rachel just was really moved by the fact that God is the only thing constant in our lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, whenever one of us was having a rough day or whatever, we would remind each other that God is the only constant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately i've been reminded of that.  and i kind of just wanted to write it on here to remind myself again.  everything is going to change always, except for God.  he will be the same always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5657119610040483152?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2662291721557456716</id><published>2009-08-31T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:03:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep asking keep seeking keep knocking</title><content type='html'>timmy bought new curriculum for our sunday school classes and it rocks.  it's by andy stanley (FAVORITE!) and it's really simple and really deep.   i love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was finishing up my lesson saturday night and thinking about how i could personalize it and grabbed my journal from 2005-2007.  a lot happened over those years.  the Lord did a deep work on my heart over that time.  in that note book, there is a journal entry and prayer for almost every day from 2005 to 2007.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our lesson this sunday was about prayer, specifically being persistent in prayer.  in luke 11, the disciples asked about how they should pray and Jesus told them a prayer similar to the one he tells them during the sermon on the mount in matt6, then he tells them a parable about a guy going to a friend's house to get bread in the middle of the night after the whole family has gone to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lesson talked about what motivated the man who got the bread.  he didn't get it for his friend because he loved him, in that moment, he got up and got him the bread because his friend wouldn't stop knocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought about how God answers prayers; yes, no, wait.  i thought about what i pray about.  then i thought about what i have prayed persistently for... and i thought about the answers of those persistent prayers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was persistent in prayer, but people were overtaken by their illnesses and passed away, countries still starved, i was still uncertain.  however there are other times, i was persistent and i saw people released from demonic oppression, i saw people over come addiction, i saw Christians work together, i saw people come to Christ, i heard about people's miraculous healing, i had confirmation that i was doing what i was supposed to be doing.  and a lot of things, i'm still praying about and still waiting to see what He'll say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was getting ready for sunday school... and i was flipping through 2005 to 2007 and i was looking at my prayers; some were flippant, some were desperate, some were persistent- but i realized that God's love and God's attitude about me was the same in spite of the inconsistency on those pages.  i realized that no matter how He answered my prayers, He was drawing me closer to Him through every situation.  and i saw how the persistent way i prayed was what brought me closer to Him. the things i was persistent about were the things He used to shape me.  as andy stanley says, "the reward of prayer is the relationship with God."  and i absolutely agree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like looking at that journal not only to see how God was answering my prayers, but to see how i grew in character and in my trust of Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really humbled that my persistence about a person or a situation can move the heart of God.  i believe that our prayers can do that because i've seen our prayers do that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember praying (every tuesday, every thursday) together in joplin for things we weren't sure we would see; revival, deliverance, salvation, unity and then we were so blessed to see those things take shape.  we saw shadows of God's movement all over our city.  we saw so many things we never thought we would see, because we were persistent in prayer.  i was encouraged to be persistent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i never stop asking.  i hope i never stop seeking.  i hope i never stop knocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-2662291721557456716?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2662291721557456716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2662291721557456716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2662291721557456716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2662291721557456716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-asking-keep-seeking-keep-knocking.html' title='keep asking keep seeking keep knocking'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1045288673784271345</id><published>2009-08-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:55:48.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King of glory, have Your glory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your face outshines the brightest sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, You're glorious, You are so glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With eyes that blaze like burning fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, You're glorious, You are so glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;King of Glory, have Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;King of Glory, have Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your voice like rushing waters sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, You're powerful, You are so powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in Your hands You hold the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, You're powerful, You are so powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your glory, God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we come to you tonight contrite in heart just to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we want you to hear this song of praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not an obligation, but the joy of our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you satisfy the deepest parts of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you satisfy the deepest part, only you can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have your Glory, have your Glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-mute math&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/4547055126207773799-1045288673784271345?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1045288673784271345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1045288673784271345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1045288673784271345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1045288673784271345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/08/king-of-glory-have-your-glory.html' title='King of glory, have Your glory.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5275614793742750262</id><published>2009-08-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:51:52.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the wild rumpus begin!</title><content type='html'>my dad read this book to me every night for a long time.  and his name is max.  so i thought it was about him.  anyway.  every time i watch the preview i bawl.  i can't wait to see the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5275614793742750262?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5421605889883730765</id><published>2009-08-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:55:29.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hi!</title><content type='html'>craziest summer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're vacationing in indiana right now with the stoners.  it's nice.  im completely exhausted!!!  i can't wait to be back home and re-stock the fridge and try to cook.  oh, can't wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however.  im trying to enjoy this vacation because we probably won't be back til Christmas.  kind of a harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;jackina stark is blogging about marriage (she's been married for 43 years today) and she'll be blogging for 7 weeks straight!  yipyipyip!  im really glad about that.  if you don't know, jackina is awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jackinastark.com/index.php/site/blog/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the link to her website.  she wrote a novel.  she was a professor at ozark Christian college for a long time and she taught me grammar (or tried to...) and i audited a public speaking class with her AND she's a public speaker herself.  she's just precious and really kind and honest.  i like her a lot.  AND i like marriage a lot.  so im pretty excited about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5421605889883730765?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5421605889883730765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5421605889883730765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5421605889883730765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5421605889883730765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-hi.html' title='oh 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/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SkOkivqiRUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/01scaPQS1uE/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SkOkivqiRUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/01scaPQS1uE/s320/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301699063661890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved remembering my own vows.  i loved remembering how excited i was to be a bride and to see timmy for the first time as my groom, i remembered all of our emotions and decisions culminating in front of our closest friends and family, and i was pretty overwhelmed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i realized my cousin, one of my dearest friends, was experiencing all of these same things, it was hard to say anything.  i wanted to give her my best advice. i wanted to bestow some kind of eternal wisdom on becoming a wife.  but with all these things in my mind, i wasn't able to vocalize anything!  i had two chances to give a speech, but i couldn't think of a single thing to say.  we (nicole and brides maids) spent the morning getting ready together, but i could only smile, it was hard to say anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about the best advice i received at my own wedding.  dave and kathy mehrens told us not to fight or accuse but to always ask why and learn more about each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nicole's wedding, i told one of the bridesmaids that our 2nd anniversary was coming up on tuesday and she said, "i've heard the first one to two years are the hardest of marriage."  i was so glad to be able to tell her that timmy and i have had such a fun time being married!  he is such a great husband!  i enjoy spending time with him more and more!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked a lot of questions after we got married.  i talked to lots of married women who had been married for only a few years and who had been married for many years.  the most beneficial book i read was Created to be his Helpmeet by debbi pearl.  i was very skeptical about the book because of debi's conservative mennonite background and some of her views, but i couldn't help but try to read it after i heard my friend's mom's testimony.  she had been married 25 years when  she read it and after she put the things in the book into practice, her relationship with her husband improved dramatically (even though i can't imagine it was all that bad before...).  she then shared it with a group of women from her church, and their relationships with their husbands changed too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reluctantly, i started reading.  the biblical wisdom that debi shared was passed from generation to generation in her family and as i made my way through each chapter i would try to put it into practice and after every chapter, i was amazed to see the things she talked about come into fruition.  my relationship with timmy changed.  i always had fun with timmy, but i was finally getting to the point that i could rest with timmy and trust God with our relationship and with my life.  it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recommended the book to everyone.  its the hardest thing i've ever read.  i've started to read it again several times.  i've re-read certain chapters over and over.  this year im purposing to read it all the way through again, asking God what i can do to make our marriage stronger, and for His help to be a better wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our second year of marriage was incredibly hectic.  it pretty much revolved around moving to and settling into keokuk.  when i was journaling yesterday about year two, the word that kept coming up was "learning."  i don't know what year three holds or how it will be defined, but i'm thankful for the way it's starting!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a joy to watch my cousin be united with her husband, jesse!  marriage has been such an amazing experience!  it has stretched me and grown me so much!  i've learned so much about love for God and love for people!  i've loved ministry with timmy and seeing him grow so much in just a couple of years!  timmy has been such a wonderful husband!  i had no idea what a good man i was marrying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise God for an exciting year two!  here's to year three!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SkOnXJCmx6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/JX601w_Zqv0/s1600-h/100_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SkOnXJCmx6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/JX601w_Zqv0/s320/100_1958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304798251960226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5435832944149473362?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5435832944149473362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5435832944149473362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5435832944149473362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5435832944149473362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-being-wifey.html' title='on being a wifey'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SkOkivqiRUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/01scaPQS1uE/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-673645221595356227</id><published>2009-06-14T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:48:19.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we might forget</title><content type='html'>today timmy preached over james 5.1-4.  one thing he said has resonated with me all day long.  timmy was talking about the people in this passage being oppressed by rich men who were storing and hoarding things and money for themselves.  he talked about modern day poverty and the humiliation that people face on a daily basis and then talked about how quickly we forget those hardships when we live in comfort.  it was kind of intense.  then he said, "we might forget about the poor, but God doesn't forget."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love listening to timmy preach.  he challenges me all the time, not just with his words but more so with his actions; his love for God and his love for people and his love for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he really challenged me to pray for God to bring people who need Him into my life again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note...  some good friends from joplin came and visited this weekend.  i was so encouraged to hear what they have been seeing God do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sjcj67nmwAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6RI55m1lbmk/s1600-h/FILE0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sjcj67nmwAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6RI55m1lbmk/s320/FILE0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782577868947458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-673645221595356227?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/673645221595356227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=673645221595356227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8755217547033368717</id><published>2009-06-11T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:49:05.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy june... and july... and august...</title><content type='html'>i get pretty stressed out when the schedule gets interrupted.  this summer the schedule is pretty much non existent.  we're taking a trips back to back and all summer long and sometimes we have a week or so in between and on those times im working at the coffee shop.  intensity in ten cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since timmy and i started dating, our summers have been like this though.  i have to just keep telling myself (like my dad always does) "it's all good stuff."  and it is.  i just really like to have down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to not be a huge grouch all summer due to being so busy, i've devised a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. journal.  something consistent in the midst of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;2. read "breaking free" by beth moore.  i started it last summer.  but i think this is the summer for finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;3. enjoy it.  we have a fun life.  and the summer is going to be exciting and so full of memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i've just gotta get myself over me." -the format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8755217547033368717?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8755217547033368717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8755217547033368717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8755217547033368717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8755217547033368717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-june-and-july-and-august.html' title='busy june... and july... and august...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-6419966645936272619</id><published>2009-05-27T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:47:50.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goood times!</title><content type='html'>it's graduation weekend!  or it was graduation weekend.  being married to a youth minister = lots of graduation parties!  we went to one on friday, three on saturday and three on sunday.  i LOVED seeing people every day and all the graduates just seemed so happy!  it just reminded me of what a great feeling it is to graduate from high school, and  i loved my summer after senior year!  i hope they all have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i took no pictures.  i need to get better about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've almost been here for one year!  it feels like we have a real support group, a group of friends, a church family, a home.  it's nice.  and it was really nice to go to the graduation parties and feel like we could just have conversations with people, not necessarily introduce ourselves again, but just talk.  im glad the introduction phase is finally calming down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should post some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-6419966645936272619?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6419966645936272619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=6419966645936272619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6419966645936272619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6419966645936272619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/goood-times.html' title='goood times!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5424973747386496563</id><published>2009-05-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:57:48.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there should be a grad party ever day.</title><content type='html'>so maybe the swine flu love picture wasn't as cute to everyone else as it was to me.  timmy said it was kind of creepy.  i thought i was kind of cute.  sorry if it creeped you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having a really good time lately.  i got to visit my family in arkansas and road trip with my friend kristin to ark and obviously, back to iowa.  it was good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like to have one day between trips and getting back to real life because i like to adjust to where i am.  i like to catch up on laundry, rest, and get ready to get back into the swing of things.  that didn't happen this time though.  i came back from arkansas and went to work the next day and the next day and then it was today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was graduation sunday.  they do graduations on sundays up here.  i've always seen graduations on saturday.  but here they're on sunday.  we went to a few open houses today to visit students and show love.  it was fun.  we spent a lot of time this evening with people and really just enjoyed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im exhausted now.  i need to go to bed.  it was just such a good day and i don't want to go to bed yet.  but i probably should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5424973747386496563?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5424973747386496563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5424973747386496563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5424973747386496563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5424973747386496563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-should-be-grad-party-ever-day.html' title='there should be a grad party ever day.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1981658116462896006</id><published>2009-05-13T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:29:12.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love love!</title><content type='html'>saw this on "week in pictures" at msnbc.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the caption:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A couple wearing surgical masks to avoid infection by the swine flu virus kiss at Mexico City's Zocalo square on April 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sgs7ghJF6aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IfiDouphX6o/s1600-h/twip_090507_10.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sgs7ghJF6aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IfiDouphX6o/s320/twip_090507_10.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335423613388843426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1981658116462896006?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1981658116462896006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1981658116462896006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1981658116462896006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1981658116462896006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-love.html' title='i love love!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sgs7ghJF6aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IfiDouphX6o/s72-c/twip_090507_10.ss_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8570691641892793187</id><published>2009-05-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:16:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfaithful blogger</title><content type='html'>i've been kinda slacking on the blog lately.  things have been pretty laid back, which has been a very welcome change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been working a few days a week at keokuk's only coffee shop, it's been really nice to get to know people on my own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been leading a small group Bible study through the book of John with an emphasis on the person of John (thanks for writing, JOHN: The Disciple Jesus Loved, beth moore, i appreciate it.)  and teaching Sunday school.  i really like it. Sunday school has been especially challenging, i'm working really hard to make our lessons relevant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight we had a special night to sort of "send off" our seniors.  a family from church opened up their house, so we ate a ton of food, timmy gave a great message about being a Christian in college, and we prayed for all our seniors.  it was a good night.  we got to have a long talk with mama schulte (who, with her family, opened up her home for the party tonight) after everyone left.  it was good to hear what she had to say.  i hope we get to have more talks like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few nights ago, timmy took me to see EARTH, the disney version of discovery channel's planet earth.  it was awesome to see it on the big screen with surround sound.  i loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i need to start recycling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-8570691641892793187?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8570691641892793187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8570691641892793187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8570691641892793187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8570691641892793187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/unfaithful-blogger.html' title='unfaithful blogger'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1610401439862287291</id><published>2009-04-29T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:20:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh for grace to trust Him more</title><content type='html'>God has been so patient with me.  i am learning to:&lt;div&gt;1. have conversations with God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. listen (respond) to what God says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. enjoy each moment of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1610401439862287291?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1610401439862287291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1610401439862287291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1610401439862287291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1610401439862287291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-for-grace-to-trust-him-more.html' title='oh for grace to trust Him more'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2577680465235949780</id><published>2009-04-15T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:40:01.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>encouraged</title><content type='html'>friday was timmy's 25th birthday.  we went out friday night to this pizza place called the crew, we ran into our new friends gabe and cori there and they invited us over to hang out at their house. we just watched tv and talked, but it was really fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom and dad and brother parker sent us a package, it had timmy's bday present and a sweater my mom's been working on for me in it.  we were really excited.  i was late to small group because we HAD to open it right then.  very exciting.  my sweater smells like my momma.  i miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday some of our dear friends were in iowa visiting family and they called us to come over.  it was sooo good to be around them!  we played games (blokus, which timmy and i bought yesterday...) and caught up and i felt like i talked a lot.  it was awesome to see their kids and how much they're growing!  i should have taken pictures.  it was amazing.  ellie and emilie are the best moms ever, they're so sweet!  i love seeing their kids be cousins too, it made me miss my cousins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday we surprised timmy in sunday school.  we combined our jr high and high school and ate some cake and i taught a lesson over psalm 22 and easter (we've been going through psalms in our sunday school class.)  church was good.  and after we visited a little, we hit the road and went to indiana to visit the stoners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indiana was so good.  we ate a LOT of food and easter candy.  we got to eat at chipotle (i think that's timmy's new favorite restaurant.) we got our starbucks.  we got new shoes (thanks dad stoner!) we went to the aquarium in chicago (soooo fun!) and played a little settlers of catan.  we didn't get to see mom very much on this trip, but we got to have lunch with dad and he bought us shoes at the mall, and we got to have some pretty good talks.  i love going to indiana for a lot of reasons, but one of my favorites is watching timmy talk with his brother and brother in law about ministry.  they're both pastors of churches in nw indiana, and they just get to vent and encourage each other. it's good stuff.  i love talking with timmy's sisters.  i still feel like im getting to know everyone, but this visit was sooo restful.  it was great to visit with the nieces and nephews too, and i caught the very end of high school musical 3.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a great weekend, an awesome trip, a happy birthday for timmy and a joyful easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2577680465235949780?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2577680465235949780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2577680465235949780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2577680465235949780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2577680465235949780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/encouraged.html' title='encouraged'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5939238864701115039</id><published>2009-04-08T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:22:19.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>venue.</title><content type='html'>so, the only all ages/no alcohol venue in keokuk closed.  the guy running it quit.  im real tempted to start a new one.  i mean, reeeeeeallly tempted.  however.  i do this a lot.  i get real excited about doing something, and then i never follow through.  i need to talk to timmy.  and pray. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;business ventures aren't really easy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i hate knowing that there's no creative outlet here.  i loved music at the mall because it was like a refuge for those kids who don't feel like they fit in anywhere else.  i had clunk in jrhigh/high school.  i wish that was here too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just saying.  i want to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&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/4547055126207773799-5939238864701115039?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5939238864701115039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5939238864701115039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5939238864701115039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5939238864701115039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/venue.html' title='venue.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3448742931333852855</id><published>2009-04-07T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:05:17.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its seriously april already.</title><content type='html'>this has been kind of a rough week.  i dont know why.  i've just been kinda bummed.  we're sharin a car again.  it's tax time.  i have a lot of laundry to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really miss the parkers.  arkansas.  friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on the positive (trying to keep it posi) friday is timmy's 25th birthday!!!  how exciting!  and sunday is easter!  and after church we're going up to indiana to hang out with the stoners for a few days!  we can't wait.  timmy is so excited.  we haven't made it up to indiana since thanksgiving.  thats a long time!  i didn't realize how long it had been!  i can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something is wrong with my honda.  it makes me really sad because i love roadhog (my honda).  but we're really blessed to have the bonneville.  like, really blessed.  and i don't think anything major is wrong with roadhog, she just need a little help... so she can start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway.  today i cooked.  and that makes me feel good.  productive.  healthier.  timmy wanted to try to duplicate chipolte's burritos.  so last night he made steak and today i made the rice and beans and veggies and stuff.  it turned out pretty good.  it feels good to not just eat mac and cheese for lunch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im super excited about the summer.  we only have like 4 more youth meetings until school is out.  we've got some fun stuff planned though.  im looking forward to it!  also, we've been talking about new things to do with the youth room for fall.  our #1 concern is that it's gotta be move-able.  simple.  easy.  portable.  good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  im trying to be more thankful.  i feel like i've been really negative lately.  probably why i've been bummed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;refuge (my girls bible study) has been going well.  we had a time yesterday to just talk about Bible study and i tried to help them learn a method that would work for personal study.   i hope it was helpful.  im so scatterbrained, sometimes when im teaching, i feel like im making no sense at all.  but God is good, and isaiah 55.11 says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so is my word that goes out from my mouth:&lt;br /&gt;      It will not return to me empty,&lt;br /&gt;      but will accomplish what I desire&lt;br /&gt;      and achieve the purpose for which I sent it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we'll just keep praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3448742931333852855?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3448742931333852855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3448742931333852855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3448742931333852855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3448742931333852855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-seriously-april-already.html' title='its seriously april already.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2427234584664847107</id><published>2009-04-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:42:36.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a great day off</title><content type='html'>yesterday was timmy's day off.  i think he finally got caught up on sleep, we've been doing so much stuff the last few weeks, i dont know if he ever got all the way caught up until yesterday...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started working through this study by beth moore over the disciple john yesterday.  we're going to go through the book of john in refuge, our high school girls bible study, so i thought that this would be helpful for my teaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, timmy wanted to go out to the crossing (a church some of our occ friends work at, about 30 minutes from here) so we called our friends who work at burnside and they met us there.  it was fun to be around friends!  even though we're still getting to know each other, i think it was just encouraging to talk with other young ministers.  i'm really thankful that they're here in the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love getting to just relax and enjoy a church service.  our friend brig from burnside and his wife jamie were like, "we forgot how to just participate in a service..." i think all ministers need a chance to just worship once in a while, its hard to do that when you're serving, maybe over time it gets easier...  maybe we just all need a retreat once in a while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note.  i miss having a target in town.  i've started browsing things online.  one of my favorite pass times in joplin was walking around stores and browsing.  something about it is really relaxing to me.  online browsing is sort of a good substitute.  and im less likely to buy things online than when im just walking around the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, our poor honda has something wrong with it.  it seems like there is always something wrong with one of our cars, but we're thankful that when one breaks, the other one seems to work for that time.  its nice, we've got what we need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-2427234584664847107?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2427234584664847107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2427234584664847107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2427234584664847107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2427234584664847107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-day-off.html' title='a great day off'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4132033854165380840</id><published>2009-03-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:56:20.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why is rich mullins so good?</title><content type='html'>timmy and i were talking just now about how we like keith green and rich way better than worship music now-a-days.  personal preference.  sorry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, its just good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was awesome.  pretty much the perfect saturday if you ask me.  we slept in.  then we ate breakfast together.  then we went to java and got a bag of coffee, a cookie, and stayed to drink some coffee and chai and look at some picture books of animals in north america.  then when we went outside it was raining really hard (not snowing) and super cold.  then we got timmy's sunday school stuff from church.  then we rented bolt.  then we went home, made more coffee and watched bolt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventful.  and restful.  perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4132033854165380840?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4132033854165380840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=4132033854165380840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4132033854165380840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4132033854165380840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-is-rich-mullins-so-good.html' title='why is rich mullins so good?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-877492099110006069</id><published>2009-03-24T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:14:12.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try to keep up.</title><content type='html'>we've had SO much stuff going on lately!  it's been awesome, but its been busy!  i dont remember what happened before revival week, but it seems like something was going on.  then revival week.  then we took jr high students to CIY believe conference in st. louis.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe was great.  our students are not impressed by anything, and this conference kept their attention the ENTIRE time!  i LOVED the way they creatively shared the gospel, there wasn't a lot of preaching time, but the message didn't get lost because they played a video (one segment at each session) and when the video would stop it would continue in the stadium with the characters running through the crowds.  it was awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy made a rule for the trip, no cell phones or mp3 players.  at first, it had the opposite effect we thought it would have, everyone was quiet.  no talking at all.  and as i talked with people at the conference i found out that this generation feels completely uncomfortable without their technology.  so strange.  my friend lindsay (who randomly happened to be at the conference) said that there are even recovery seminars for teens addicted to technology.  so crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's this book mrs udell was reading when we were in joplin called "thrilled to death" kind of on the same subject.  i think i should read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;believe was really energizing.  i walked away with a lot of ideas about trips we could do and events we can put on... just new ways to communicate the Gospel.  it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-877492099110006069?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/877492099110006069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=877492099110006069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/877492099110006069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/877492099110006069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-to-keep-up.html' title='try to keep up.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2223884516081810849</id><published>2009-03-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:44:10.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revival week</title><content type='html'>we're having revival at church this week.  our speaker is a professor from occ (mark moore) and he brought a bunch of ozark students with him.  two of them were my campers at camp joshua in arkansas!  it's been really fun to see them all this week.  we also have a guy named terry pepple here with his family and he's leading our worship team-- it's been so fun to worship with him!  he's a great leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having all this ozarkness here is reminding me of the D2 days.  i remember my first day moving in the dorms, i shut a cabinet in my room and thought about how fast it was all going to go, and wondered how different i would be when i graduated.  my first year i had an awesome roommate and some really good friends, but second year is what i really remember about occ.  i had made some good friends, we had decided to move to the same floor in our dorm and we were really excited about it!  (and then at semester we moved to rooms that would be next door to each other, like three rooms in a row, maybe four?) it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really unique group of girls.  i learned a lot about art and music and Jesus and prayer and anthropologie (the store) from them :)  and i hope they learned something good from me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasn't ever a very good student and one morning, i woke up early to finish a paper, then left for a class. i was planning to come back to the dorms before my second class where the paper was due so i could read over my paper, print it and turn it in.  this day, i was in a horrible mood.  i was normally easy going, but this day, i was just mad.  i couldn't figure out why, i was just in a bad mood.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished up my paper, pushed print and nothing happened.  not one thing.  my printer didn't blink, i didn't hear a noise, nothing popped up on the screen.  nothing.  i got more upset.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my roommate, margo, was getting ready and she was trying to help me, but i was so mad i didn't even want to look at her.  i didn't feel well.  i just laid down and decided to skip the class that i was printing the paper for, i just wanted something to go right.  margo left and turned the light off for me, and i was mad at how nice she was being.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laid on my back and tried to rest... i just wanted the anger to subside.  so i turned onto my stomach and started to pray and ask God to take away my anger, when i did (i think i only prayed as much as , "Jesus...,") i saw a dark figure made up of lines, like scribbles, in front of me, then a big flash of white light (i had my eyes closed lying on my stomach) and the light engulfed the figure and went up and all i saw was white light.  at that moment i lifted my head up, because my printer made a sound.  i got up and went to it and it was printing my paper.  i picked it up and took it with me in the hall.  i was crying.  i was looking for margo.  i went into our friends' dorm room and all of my friends were sitting in there, margo included.  i said, "i have to tell you something!" and i told them what happened.  they told me they had just started praying for me.  i cried.  i felt so sorry for my anger.  i don't know where it came from.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know why that whole thing happened to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i might not even believe that story if it hadn't happened to me personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so thankful for godly people that take time with me.  im so thankful for a God who is faithful to me in my failures.  im so thankful for revivals and preachers and teachers and people who love God and are faithful to people.  it's been a good week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2223884516081810849?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2223884516081810849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2223884516081810849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2223884516081810849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2223884516081810849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/revival-week.html' title='revival week'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-7200261113739648610</id><published>2009-03-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:31:38.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>springtime!!!</title><content type='html'>im ready for spring.  the grass is getting greener.  i can't wait.  i saw this group on facebook for spring fest in fayetteville, if you volunteer then you get an amazing free organic t shirt.  oh i miss nwark.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbqzuc48ZGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SKNjcZQwD2o/s1600-h/n72502686071_8855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbqzuc48ZGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SKNjcZQwD2o/s320/n72502686071_8855.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312756321047307362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute is that?  i love it.&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sick again.  a cold or something.  theraflu is amazing.  it might even be magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i got a haircut.  i loved having long hair, but it took so long to get it dry or styled...  and i'm lazy.  so, back to my old style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbq0cpFUN_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lBUrEJn2GRw/s1600-h/laiU455Yikyf2nt8oBOG6ixVo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbq0cpFUN_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lBUrEJn2GRw/s320/laiU455Yikyf2nt8oBOG6ixVo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312757114594408434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for warm weather...&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-7200261113739648610?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7200261113739648610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=7200261113739648610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7200261113739648610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7200261113739648610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/springtime.html' title='springtime!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbqzuc48ZGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SKNjcZQwD2o/s72-c/n72502686071_8855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5892962710737090163</id><published>2009-03-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:51:56.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another busy weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_bPCkWLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PVX4yxREEiA/s1600-h/FILE0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_bPCkWLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PVX4yxREEiA/s320/FILE0364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311784022633109682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Hawks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc-qi09xFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/m86dnZd5nQc/s1600-h/FILE0351.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_bnxweYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FOFIaLGknm0/s1600-h/FILE0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_bnxweYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FOFIaLGknm0/s320/FILE0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311784029273487746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;timmy and one of our students.  they're intimidating the other team's fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_banX0oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z78lC2_7PFk/s1600-h/FILE0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_banX0oI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z78lC2_7PFk/s320/FILE0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311784025740268162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;timmy and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night timmy and i took a few students up to des moines for the central lee boys' state game.  it was pretty exciting and really fun to watch the guys play in such a big arena!  they lost, but it was still fun to be there.  they had this thing going on where you could text a message to the score board (thats the top pic, "go hawks!")  timmy texted "kate, will you marry me?" but it didn't ever come up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the drive to des moines was fun.  the city was cool too.  i haven't been there before, but i think we'll go again some time, just for fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we completely vegged out today.  i pulled my back somehow, maybe just sitting so long in the car yesterday?  but i just wanted to sleep because it was hurting today.  timmy ran around a little, tuesdays are his day off, but he took it pretty easy too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday was busy (normally is...) timmy talked about Jesus' prayer in the garden of gethsemane, somehow his notes didn't make it over to the youth room (or i might have thrown them away accidentally... its a mystery...) so he spoke "from the heart" and he did a great job!  and we had some good talks afterwards in our small groups.  it was good.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow im getting my hair cut.  it's so long right now!  i've kept putting it off because im scared to have someone new cut it.  but i have to do it.  i pull it accidentally all the time and it get stuck in the car door and all kinds of stuff.  im not cut off for hair this long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  that should be fun =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5892962710737090163?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5892962710737090163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5892962710737090163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5892962710737090163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5892962710737090163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-busy-weekend.html' title='another busy weekend!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/Sbc_bPCkWLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PVX4yxREEiA/s72-c/FILE0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2407515012049626198</id><published>2009-03-04T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:49:06.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaneity</title><content type='html'>yesterday was timmy's day off.  we slept in.  we started laundry.  we drove to the pier with the intention of taking a little walk before the sun went down, but while we were driving over, timmy said, "you wanna go get jimmy johns?"  jimmy johns is is in quincy though, its like a 45 minute drive.  i said, "if you want to!"  then somehow macomb got thrown into the ideas of things to do mix.  timmy called our friend jordan henry and asked him if anything was going on at his church, the crossing.  jordan said a night of worship event was happening, so after a short meeting between timmy and me, we decided to go check it out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jordan goes to a church where some of our friends from ozark minister.  its funny because i can count the number of conversations i had with these guys at ozark on one hand.  but seeing them is like the biggest breath of fresh air!  it just felt so encouraging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we really enjoyed the night.  it was so nice to just chill and participate and not be in charge of annnnything!  so nice.  timmy described it well, "refreshing."  i agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its easy to be stressed out by ministry.  even though so many things we do are fun (going to games, leading worship, having students over, you know...) just doing so many things is sometimes enough to make me (and timmy too, i think) feel worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also on our trip, we drove around town, talked a lot, ate papa johns (not jimmy johns) in the lobby floor at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of all, it was so nice to just relax and worship God.  the last three weeks have been mega busy, so we were stoked to just enjoy a night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had the room set up with four stations to experience worship and a band singing worship songs.  one of the stations was for sharing scripture that might be on your heart, "may the peace of Christ rule in your hearts since as members of one body you were called to peace and be thankful." Colossians 15.3, scrolled across the screen when i was at that station, that has been on my heart and mind for over a month.  i think God's trying to tell me something.   just another reminder to trust and let go of my worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our spontaneous trip was so good.  i definitely think God had it planned for us to go there last night.  it was so encouraging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my husband is a wonderful man.  he has been pouring so much time and energy into his ministry, it was so great to see him just relax for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the night there was a station where you could write on a piece of paper things that were standing between you and God, then light it on fire via a candle in a bucket.  kinda cool to see a visual representation of giving these things up.  however, at the end of the night, the paper and candle got completely out of control and they had to put it out with a fire extinguisher :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at the very end of the night there was a baptism.  it was a cool way to end the night of personal worship- to watch someone decide to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2407515012049626198?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2407515012049626198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2407515012049626198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2407515012049626198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2407515012049626198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/spontaneity.html' title='spontaneity'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8250582829200692533</id><published>2009-03-03T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:22:31.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come to life</title><content type='html'>"The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"  i said, "O Sovereign Lord, You alone know." ... this is what the Sovereign Lord says to these dry bones; I will make breath enter you and you will come to life." -ezekiel 37.1-5 (ish...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this passage has been coming to mind a lot lately.  like all morning actually.  i've read the story a few times to myself, asking God, "what do you want me to learn?  why are you showing me this today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago, i was sitting in class at university of arkansas; a psychology class on child development and nothing unusual was going on.  our teacher was lecturing and i was taking notes.  i usually sat in the middle of the room, this was a big class, like 150 or 200 students in a smallish auditorium, and (being easily distracted) i liked to look around at my classmates during lecture.  i looked back down at my paper to take a few notes and when i looked up it was like i was dreaming all of a sudden, even though i was wide awake.  i held my breath because the room was transformed in front of my eyes, i wasn't looking at my classmates, i was looking at headstones, like i was in a graveyard.  i blinked and the vision was gone, and the thought popped into my mind, "there are so many lost people in the world... it seems impossible." i've never forgotten it.  it was weird.  nothing like that has happened to me before or since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJECTAPATHY.ORG&lt;div&gt;relevant magazine, one of my favorites, had a big article this month titled "Reject Apathy."  it talked about the way the church has been reaching out to impoverished people/nations, and how it has been lacking.  most of the article is an interview with rick warren discussing a new program he and his wife are launching called P.E.A.C.E.  (http://www.crossroad.to/charts/millennium-goals-peace.htm )  and im not gonna lie, it makes me so joyful to hear the things he has to say! i mean, global poverty is insane.  its so hard for me to understand how someone can live on 68 cents a day or even less than $2 a day.  that thought is overwhelming and i have no idea what to do about it, so what do i do?  and its like, i want people to know about Jesus, but i dont just want to tell them about Jesus and then see them continue in generations of poverty and death from curable diseases...  rick warren points out that (for people he met in africa) a good hospital might be a 3 day walk through the mountains, a pharmacy (that might only have a bottle of asprin on the shelf) might be a days walk away, but a church is never more than ten minutes away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so now think about the church as a functional outreach, providing medical care, education and a place to hear about eternal life.  i think this is a great solution and if the church takes hold of P.E.A.C.E. like they took hold of purpose driven life, we're going to get to see God do something great in our lifetime!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every (impossible) task is in God's hands.  i want to trust him and be faithful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the article i read:  http://www.mygazines.com/issue/353/45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8250582829200692533?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8250582829200692533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5522460392300184550</id><published>2009-02-28T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:53:01.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoked!</title><content type='html'>1.  i like iowa.  really truly.  i like it here.  a lot.&lt;div&gt;2. i really like my job at java river.  it reminds me of when i worked at faybles and as a result, i have all kind of missy elliot songs stuck in my head, because i listened to that all the time while i worked at faybles (in my car, room, etc-- not in the coffee shop/bookstore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my husband is amazing.  like, seriously.  he's just great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i am mega excited about the summer time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       a.  my cousin is getting married in chicago, 3 days before our anniversary, so since we were already planning to take off work during that time, we get to go support her!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       b.  cornerstone festival (in bushnell, il) is only an hour or so away from here.  im going to do everything i can to go.  i have several schemes in the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       c.  our youth group sponsors told us camp stories the other night, and i can't freakin wait.  camp is going to be incredible fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. our God is a mega awesome God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;five reasons i am loving life in spite of the mega busy schedule we've been having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5522460392300184550?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3245225790071092652</id><published>2009-02-18T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:50:18.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>campus visit</title><content type='html'>we left for OCC on monday morning with 9 students, 1 parent, and timmy and me.  it was so fun. it was so good for getting to know students better, and i think they got a pretty good taste of life on campus as well.  i mean, we ate dinner in the caff, we played in the student center and ordered pizza, and then timmy took them out on the town to take pictures, and they made it back just in time for curfew =) how right on is that?  then tuesday, breakfast in the caff, acts with mark moore, chapel (aww frontline and brother bru) a seminar with a financial advisor, lunch with matt proctor (el presidente) and a campus tour before they filled out their applications.  it was good.  i thought it gave them a pretty good taste.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also.  my mom and dad came and visited which was wonderful. then lindsay came by and visited.  we got to say hi to j will and jiggy and see a ton of friends who are finishing up school and professors we miss and laura thiele hung out with us on our campus tour.  timmy got to spend lunch tuesday with his mentor, josh quade --and  i spent the night with linds monday night because they didn't have a bed for me- there was a miscommunication about the number of girls coming.  however, since enrollment is down, all the boys got beds- i think the other girls dorms had beds too, but i thought it would be really fun to visit linds, i haven't gotten to talk to her in so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our trip home to keokuk went well too.  we had such a good visit but it was really nice to get home.  we were just so thankful (to God) for the weekend.  we got to spend some real time with students and be encouraged all in the same two days.  very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3245225790071092652?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3245225790071092652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3245225790071092652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3245225790071092652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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know why.  i don't know where they come from.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, i was reminded again that everything is in God's hands.  everything is under his supervision.  i heard myself giving advice to a student, and i realized i needed to trust it.  it concerned worry and fear, i told her to trust God's plans, to cast her anxiety on him, and i just had to laugh because i've been told that so many times lately.  i hear it, but do i trust it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had our first evening of refuge yesterday.  i told the girls that next week we'd be talking about James 1.19-27 and focusing on the idea that we need to humbly accept what God tells us about us.  i've heard that he loves me, i've heard that he cares for my needs, i've heard that he provides for me, i've heard that he wants me to do the same for others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im paying attention.  i want to get this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you have caused flowers to grow in my fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and you have brought bright colors to my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and you have caused a cool wind to blow underneath my window sill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i rest here underneath your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you have turned all my deserts into gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you have turned all my ashes into beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i don't know where i'd be if i had not met you, i was a broken man when you found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i became alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what a joy it is to live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-waterdeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8378719251754853256?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8378719251754853256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8378719251754853256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i wish i could have made myself get up earlier today.  i convinced myself that i needed to stay in bed because of the rain.  now i wish i hadn't listened.  the heart is deceitful above all things, you know what im sayin?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm starting a girls group at my house on wednesdays and today is our first day.  im really excited about it.  im just praying that God will move in whoever chooses to come.  im so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2309184070447140877?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2309184070447140877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2309184070447140877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2309184070447140877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2309184070447140877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-hindsight.html' title='in hindsight...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-6972252326551252544</id><published>2009-02-07T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:53:45.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my God's not short on cash, mister. -Bono (bullet the blue sky, 1987)</title><content type='html'>so i didn't really ever think i'd be one of those people like, "we didn't have enough money to pay our bills, and then a check came in the mail for the amount we needed."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but uhh, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; going to have to take out of our savings (which is actually for taxes) and then a check came in the mail for pretty much the exact amount we needed to pay bills and buy groceries this week.  and then another one came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money. "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus (Matthew 6.24-26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-6972252326551252544?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6972252326551252544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=6972252326551252544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6972252326551252544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6972252326551252544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-gods-not-short-on-cash-mister-bono.html' title='my God&apos;s not short on cash, mister. -Bono (bullet the blue sky, 1987)'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8339562355583194651</id><published>2009-02-04T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:39:24.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unrelated thoughts</title><content type='html'>1.  my husband is freakin amazing.  im so proud of him.  this last week was insane.  i was sick, he had to get ready for a lock in, and for his first devotion for the whole church.  i was so proud of him.  he just took care of everything and he did such a good job.  so awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  i didn't leave the house last week.  literally from sunday to friday i just tried to get over a cold.  no fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  the economy/job market right now is terrifying.  i feel so nervous for all these people about to retire and all these people my age who aren't getting hired any where.  its just strange.  it doesn't feel right, you know?  like, i know nothing about the intricacies of our economy and everything, but this just feels unstable.  and its weird because advertisement isn't really changing, businesses don't look like they're changing that much.  like, when i worked at penney's we had all our sales #s dropping like every time we had a meeting but prices didn't drop, people just got laid off.  scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  im trying to do one load of laundry and one load of dishes every day.  baby steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  ozark is doing a promotion where you can visit on a tuesday and just for visiting you receive a $500 scholarship, so like, free books for a semester.  so we're taking any of our students who are interested in ministry as a "career" to visit campus this month.  im excited!  and my parents are going to visit us while we're there.  and i'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  i love BRAVO.   i leave it on all the time.  quite a change from my anti-TV convictions a few years ago.  amazing what a little basic cable can do to some one. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  i am learning so much right now!  i'm so thankful for the small group i'm in and for our dedicated leader and all the time and effort she puts into our studies.  i just feel like i'm learning so much about God!  He's just so good.  and even though i'm REALLY freaked out about our scary economy, i know that everything is in God's hands, and i'm gonna just trust him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SYoJNc_6_GI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ybC7O6jzRP0/s1600-h/100_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SYoJNc_6_GI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ybC7O6jzRP0/s320/100_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299058038282058850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;terra studios.  fayetteville, ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;terrastudios.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8339562355583194651?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8339562355583194651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8339562355583194651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8339562355583194651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8339562355583194651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/unrelated-thoughts.html' title='unrelated thoughts'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SYoJNc_6_GI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ybC7O6jzRP0/s72-c/100_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5553268302342000603</id><published>2009-01-27T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:03:17.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops...</title><content type='html'>so, one time, i was reading this magazine, and it was giving last minute cleaning tips and one of them was to hide dirty dishes in the oven if people were coming over and you were running out of time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the other night, we had students over and i had made some brownies the other day, but we didn't have enough left for students to eat, so i put them in the oven to hide them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then last night i got hungry and i decided to make some cinnamon rolls.  so while the oven was pre-heating, i started to smell this weird smell... then when i walked in the kitchen i smelled smoke... then i opened the oven and it all poured out... annnnd... i left the brownies in there.  plastic lid and all... and the lid had melted all over the oven!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a little embarrassing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_YAKfW1JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UmTaZ2qO5Ag/s1600-h/FILE0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_YAKfW1JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UmTaZ2qO5Ag/s320/FILE0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189184138466450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_X_wPWdnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yjf2SizH4FI/s1600-h/FILE0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_X_wPWdnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yjf2SizH4FI/s320/FILE0335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189177092011634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_YAjLEgzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/06vw638Dm3s/s1600-h/FILE0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_YAjLEgzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/06vw638Dm3s/s320/FILE0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189190764266290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, luckily, when plastic (pyrex at least) melts, it keeps its shape.  so it was really easy to take off of everything.  so everything is fine.  i would like to say that i have been sick, so im blaming this on not thinking clearly.  timmy, as i've said before, is wonderful. and when i called him in a slight panic, he was totally calm and helped me calm down too.  he's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-5553268302342000603?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5553268302342000603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5553268302342000603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5553268302342000603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5553268302342000603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title='oops...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SX_YAKfW1JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UmTaZ2qO5Ag/s72-c/FILE0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2539979674784544042</id><published>2009-01-22T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:50:32.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are Yours.</title><content type='html'>God is good.  im so excited about what's been going on.  i got to talk to two dear friends, one is a missionary one is a community organization/revitalization/minister.  it was so great to hear how they are trusting God with their futures, and to get an idea of where He might be leading them next.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my missionary friend has been trying so hard to get back to the ivory coast in africa.  she worked there once a few years ago, and i can't imagine how hard it would be to go somewhere, see a huge need, start to understand how to meet needs, start to understand the language and culture, start to share your heart with people, start to share the Gospel with people, start really getting to know people, and then... have to leave.  but that's what my friend did.  since then, she's had a hundred things stop her from going back, but she is trusting that this is right and continuing to raise support (if you'd like to help her, let me know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my community ministry friend is working right now in inner city chicago.  im so proud of how much she has trusted God!  her plans have changed quite a bit to conform to His plans, and its amazing.  He is working through her willing spirit so much!  i can't wait to see where He takes her next.  all the possibilities sound so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so encouraged by both of these friends.  mostly because they're both single women working in ministry.  im really proud of them for not buying into the lie that you have to have a husband to be in ministry, or that you have to wait around to be married before you start ministering.  so good.  and im thankful for organizations who encourage their work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to give up personal goals.  it's hard to change your course after you've talked so much about what you want to do, and told so many people where you think God is leading you only to be shown that you're wrong.  i've felt this.  i mean, for the last 5ish years i've been telling EVERYONE that i was going to be a womens minister on a college campus.  i really wasn't planning on getting married right after i graduated.  i was planning on going to a campus, working with students, teaching about prayer, and maybe in like 5 years, when i was like 26 or 28 getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God had different plans.  and looking now at my past i see exactly how he brought me here.  timmy is exactly the type of man i wanted to marry, i couldn't resist!  his kindness has taught me so much about taking care of people! and i love not actually being in charge of an entire ministry, but helping timmy to be a great minister.  im so glad to be working with youth!  it's what i did for like 4 or 5 years, how could i not see God preparing me for that work?  and then to recognize how intertwined campus ministries and high school/ jr high ministries really are is a comforting thought, all that preparation was for a good reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im learning to trust again.  im trying to find comfort in the truth that God knows exactly what he's doing, that he knows me, and that everything works to his Glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2539979674784544042?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2539979674784544042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2539979674784544042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2539979674784544042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2539979674784544042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-yours.html' title='we are Yours.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1142604727535695900</id><published>2009-01-20T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:08:14.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy inauguration day!!!</title><content type='html'>timmy and i accidentally slept through the inauguration ceremony, well the swearing in and the speech...   we are bad americans.  however, we did watch it all later on msnbc.com and then we watched all the rest of the coverage on tv.  all day.  i bet the obamas are tired.  &lt;div&gt;this is such an exciting day!  i'm pretty glad i got to "see" it on tv and everything.  i also really like it that obama encourages community service so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week was crazy and i never blogged it, so here's an overview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday: youth group.  go to mc donalds.  car window gets frozen in down position in mcdonalds drive through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday: leave keokuk at 6 am to drive to peoria, il (timmy was invited to help plan the youth part of national missionary convention 2009), sit in on meetings, tour giant building, dream about hosting conferences.  drive to champaign, il&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday night: hang out with tyler and margo in champaign.  receive Eclipse from margo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday: sleep in for the first time in... ?.  enjoy lunch with margo and tyler.  shop bargains at Christian book store's going out of business sale (sorry, book store...) drive to quincy, il for marriage retreat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday night: stay at SWEET hotel in quincy.  eat papa johns.  drink coke.  r-e-l-a-x with timmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday: drive back to keokuk, ia.  help with a funeral lunch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday night: find out cousin is engaged!!!  go to dinner with friends.  watch office.  read eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday morning: set up youth room for "preachers best."  play piano and sing for communion.  be encouraged by jeff snell "God has got the power."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday night: enjoy seeing clayton hentzel and ben harris and ben's brother.  be encouraged by clayton's message.  pray for students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday: cold all day.  discipleship group with donnie.  parent prayer night, pray for students, pray for ntcc.  boys come over to play video games with timmy, wifey reads eclipse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday: timmy's day off.  accidentally slept through live inauguration.  timmy fixed the honda window!!!! timmy got me flowers!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also.  i read The Shack and i liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i found this when i was reading through some of my old blog posts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"praise God for community.  i never realized what a refuge Joplin is.  when i grow up and i have a husband and a family, our home is going to be a refuge. especially if we're doing ministry together! life is too crazy.  it hurts too much without love from people.  no wonder God commands us to love!  its really really really hard to live without it. "  May 28, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1142604727535695900?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1142604727535695900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1142604727535695900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1142604727535695900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1142604727535695900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-inauguration-day.html' title='happy inauguration day!!!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2115894618312011677</id><published>2009-01-12T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:37:13.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the swing of things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWukX-sao8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6WtNEZkXDYk/s1600-h/n107702313_30084405_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWukX-sao8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6WtNEZkXDYk/s320/n107702313_30084405_1811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290502919150019522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chicago 06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWukOHwaN1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ifvRJC5HDMU/s1600-h/n107701711_30329303_5247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWukOHwaN1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ifvRJC5HDMU/s320/n107701711_30329303_5247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290502749783996242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new orleans 07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i found these two pictures.  the chicago one is me, and the nola one is timmy.  i just liked it that we're both on ladders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;random.  i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been sick for like four days.  i'm finally feeling better today.  it snowed a lot this morning, the flakes were sooo big and pretty!  it seemed like it stopped as soon as timmy came home from work for lunch, which was too bad!  i wanted to take some pictures in the big snowflakes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;youth group was so fun last night!  i had a few more girls than normal in my small group, so it was tough to get focused... but we had a good talk for the most part and then we just went in the kitchen and talked for a little bit so we wouldn't disturb the other groups.  and one girl had a birthday, so when we were at taco bell afterwards, we put a candle in a taco and sang happy birthday.  im sure they thought we were crazy, but we had fun!&lt;/div&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/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWunN4Y9gnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zLzzy2NrpzA/s1600-h/FILE0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWunN4Y9gnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zLzzy2NrpzA/s320/FILE0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290506044193997426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the birthday girl blowing out her candle!  (sorry it's sideways...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWun3pgcX8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QlJVaZoGGM0/s1600-h/FILE0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWun3pgcX8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QlJVaZoGGM0/s320/FILE0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290506761753354178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our little stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWuokNNazBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rUzBctfCeFw/s1600-h/FILE0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWuokNNazBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rUzBctfCeFw/s320/FILE0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290507527251479570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;timmy, smiling for the camera while talking with some students after youth group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway.  i thought it was about time to post some youth group pictures.  and thanks to mom and dad parker for the new camera, we can finally take good enough pictures to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love, kate&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/4547055126207773799-2115894618312011677?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SWukX-sao8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6WtNEZkXDYk/s72-c/n107702313_30084405_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5395054744431295751</id><published>2009-01-06T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:08:22.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burlington</title><content type='html'>so tonight, timmy took me out to find the third twilight book, eclipse.  i called around keokuk and it was sold out.  so we drove to ft. madison, because i found the other one at a book store there and it seemed like they were well stocked with the twilight saga, but they were sold out.  so we went to burlington and we were so surprised!  we have been to burlington twice before, but we never explored until tonight and we just had so much fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on our quest for eclipse, we visited shop ko, target, the mall, wal mart and none of them had it!!!  sold out every where!  insane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we had sooo much fun!  and half way through our adventure, we realized that it was date night!  we haven't gotten used to the change from thursdays to tuesdays yet and usually about 8pm on tuesday night we remember that it's date night and that's the end of that.  so that made it even more fun to run around together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow, no one mentioned to us that there was a target in burlington.  or a mall.  so we were pretty excited to discover these creature comforts and even more excited when we saw the teeny starbucks in target.  long live creature comforts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, even though we returned eclipse-less, it was a blog worthy night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, kate&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/4547055126207773799-5395054744431295751?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5395054744431295751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5395054744431295751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5395054744431295751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5395054744431295751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/burlington.html' title='burlington'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-9048691837572850675</id><published>2009-01-03T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:50:30.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resting up!</title><content type='html'>anyone else just get the urge to watch pride and prejudice every once in a while?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom and dad stoner came to visit the last couple of days, it was so good to see them!  i got a little stressed out before their arrival because i didn't think we'd have enough room-- but it worked out just fine!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its kind of a cloudy day today.  im hoping it will rain.  it might be too cold for rain, though.  now that we're in iowa, it seems like EVERYONE is moving to iowa or at least near to it.  i just found out that some old friends of mine are working in unionville, mo!  which, like everyone i know in iowa, makes them about two hours away.  very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having mom and dad in town was great!  we watched a lot of planet earth, went to eat at tiramisu in quincy and took pictures of bald eagles by the river.  it was really relaxing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy's about to go hang out with some students... that leaves me with some alone time... maybe go rent pride and prejudice?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-9048691837572850675?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9048691837572850675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=9048691837572850675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/9048691837572850675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/9048691837572850675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/resting-up.html' title='resting up!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-7988442062505895670</id><published>2009-01-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:55:26.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new year!</title><content type='html'>timmy and i got back to keokuk on monday night.  i dont remember tuesday at all.  wednesday was new years eve and we went to a family from church's house for a party.  it was really laid back, we just played apples to apples, a few of the students from church were down stairs playing rockband and other wii stuff.  it was a really nice way to ring in the new year :)  we stayed and played rock band and didnt make it home till pretty late.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got lost on the way out (one step of our directions got lost in translation) and stopped to ask a sheriff for help.  he told us the street we were looking for was in his neighborhood and that we should just follow him.  he asked us the address, and he shined his spotlight on every house until we found it, which, luckily, was only a couple of houses into the neighborhood.  we just thought it was so funny that he got his spotlight out!  but it was really so nice of him to be so helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new years day timmy and i frantically cleaned the apartment because mom and dad stoner were coming in to town.  it was kind of one of those days i wish i could hit "reset" on.  i got really stressed out and was probably more of a burden than a help to timmy.  i dont know what was wrong with me.  towards the end of the day (before mom and dad stoner arrived)  i snapped out of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been fun having them in town, even though it's only been last night and today.  its funny because normally i would have the tv on, or music playing or something, but they kind of like it to be quiet, i think, so it's been silent here all day.  dad's reading, mom's working on lesson plans, im blogging... good times.  quiet times :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i've been trying to say has already been said best by ben gibbard, "so this is the new year, and i don't feel any different."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-7988442062505895670?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7988442062505895670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=7988442062505895670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7988442062505895670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7988442062505895670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='the new year!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8125995711991421801</id><published>2008-12-31T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:14:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem...</title><content type='html'>so in the last post, i gloated a little about not being "one of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; people" who stay up all night reading twilight...  but it happened.  i dont know what time i fell asleep.  but i sure didn't wake up when timmy's alarm went off.  i was up late.  i actually didn't look on purpose.  but i finished the first book.  i don't know why it's so good!  its just so intriguing!  i just wanted to know what was going to happen next!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks like ill be getting book 2 this afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8125995711991421801?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8125995711991421801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8125995711991421801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8125995711991421801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8125995711991421801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahem.html' title='ahem...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-504211237168214069</id><published>2008-12-30T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:49:08.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARK.</title><content type='html'>timmy and i had a good visit in arkansas.  it was so nice to see everyone and not be rushing around to "fit everything in."  we had lots of down time, watched lots of movies, ate so much food, and had lots of time to think and read and rest.  it was nice.  we were even able to use one day to visit joplin.  it was nice to have a week or so with people who we weren't constantly introducing ourselves to.  very relaxing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started reading twilight.  we got target giftcards for Christmas, so i used mine to buy the first book in the series.  i really like it.  i haven't been struck by the madness yet, like some people who've stayed up all night to finish it.  but i really have enjoyed reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been mulling over the idea of going to cosmetology school.  i've thought about it back and forth since high school.  but now i kind of have the time and the drive to do it, maybe not the mean$, but fafsa has been good to us in the past...  and it makes sense to me to try it.  we'll see.  im just thinking about it still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for Christmas, my grandma asked for a Bible she could understand.  it was so precious.  what had happened was that 3 friends she had made in high school came to visit her.  they are all 70 now.  and while they were catching up, one of them started talking about a verse from thessalonians and asked my mimi to go get her Bible so they could look it up.  she brought back the book of common prayer, which doesn't have books of the Bible in it, so it wasn't really useful for what the friend wanted to show her, so she had them write the verse down so she could look it up later when she found her bible.  after they left, she found her Bible- a gift that her aunt had given her when she was 9 years old.  she called her daughter (my aunt) jo ann and asked her for help finding the book and verse and jo asked her to read it on the phone.  mimi read it to her and jo asked if she understood it, mimi said, "kind of..." and jo said, "i had a hard time getting that..."  it was king james version, so my grandma asked for a Bible she could understand for Christmas.  how sweet is that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy and i got to have so many good talks with each other!  we got to talk with a lot of our family we don't see very often.  we got to eat so much amazing food!  we got to pray together and pray with family and pray for family!  it was great hanging out with my brother and getting to know his girlfriend, grace, more.  it was so great hanging out with the cousins and talking until 2.30 in the morning.  we got to skype timmy's sister phebe, and mom and dad, who (along with the rest of the stoners and maddacks) we missed soooo much this Christmas!  and we left with enough "stuff" to last us til next Christmas and beyond.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've enjoyed my morning today.  i read twilight for a while, talked to timmy on the phone (about work related things and youth events) and now im going to finish getting ready so we can go eat lunch somewhere, since we haven't re-stocked groceries yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad to be in keokuk for a while now.  not sure when our next "break" will be, but it will be nice to have our families visit us here.  and it will be really nice to get back into some kind of "routine" with students and friends here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-504211237168214069?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/504211237168214069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=504211237168214069' title='0 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thoughts</title><content type='html'>1.  iowa is so freakin cold.  it's 5 tonight.  FIVE DEGREES!  someone told me that its supposed to feel like -35 tomorrow.  i was outside for like fifteen minutes tonight and my legs felt numb when i got inside and the cold water from the sink hurt my hands.  iowa is very cold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  tonight i went to keokuk middle school's choir and band concert.  it rocked!  they seriously did so well!  i was so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  i figured out what God has been trying to tell me, i think.  i think he's been teaching me about denying myself.  im working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  my boy friend in high school had a band called bishop montgomery football (BMF).  anyway.  our old friend scott is making a documentary about them, so all 900 pictures i took of them will finally be put to good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. it started sleeting and snowing last night and by that time there was like 3 inches on the ground by 8.30. around 9.30 or 10, timmy went out to grab his Bible from the car.  i stayed inside.   i heard a weird sound outside, so i peeked out and timmy was shoveling the sidewalk up to our apartment and putting sand on top of it!  i thought that was so sweet!  THEN, he started shoveling little paths up to our neighbor's car doors!  i just thought that was the sweetest thing!  he's such an awesome man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  i want to make chili.  bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-9043955976275837674?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5039385130069972073</id><published>2008-12-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:53:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t.v.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SUKyvPF1-HI/AAAAAAAAADk/tvpzgl5z6UA/s1600-h/Photo+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SUKyvPF1-HI/AAAAAAAAADk/tvpzgl5z6UA/s320/Photo+134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278978237806278770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our pastor gave us a tv.  here is a picture of it by our old tv.  it is literally four times bigger than our old tv.  now when we have students over to watch tv they won't make fun of us.  awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-5039385130069972073?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5039385130069972073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5039385130069972073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5039385130069972073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5039385130069972073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/tv.html' title='t.v.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SUKyvPF1-HI/AAAAAAAAADk/tvpzgl5z6UA/s72-c/Photo+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1142326644265927713</id><published>2008-12-10T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:18:44.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bird watching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;obviously, the move to keokuk has been hard for me.  i thought i had adjusted, but this past week was especially hard.  i thought i was just adjusting.  however, im pretty sure that God has been trying to show me something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;im from a family of worriers.  i worry about strange things.  i try to make plans for every thing that could happen.  i have a plan B, C, D, E...  its just a head ache really, for the most part i never even need to open up plan a, so all that extra effort goes to waste.  i haven't always felt like this.  i can think of two specific times.  one was in high school, i was sooo laid back.  the second time was in 2005, when i stopped commuting to fayetteville for my youth ministry and moved to joplin so i could work with a youth ministry in joplin.  both times, i didn't really care what happened, i just enjoyed whatever was happening.  now, im so worried about what might happen next that i pretty much miss out on whatever is happening now.  its just frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;im pretty tired of it.  i've been thinking a lot lately (probably too much) about what made me be so laid back in high school.  most of my laid-backness came from circumstance.  i had very few commitments.  i was a kid.  i had no obligations, except to graduate from high school.  i possessed very few things that actually belonged to me.  and maybe that had something to do with it.  i also don't want to forget that i spent a whole freakin lot of time in the word.  i took my bible with me to class.  i read in my spare time in class, at lunch, after school, etc.  i had scripture all over my room.  i joined any bible study i could.  anything extra-curricular was a Christian activity... for the most part...  i went to a lot of shows too.  bible and music.  that was the deal.  i really tried to seek God for my decisions (when i had to make them) and i really trusted that He would take care of me no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the second time i can really remember not worrying was in 2005.  those circumstances were a lot different from high school, though.  as opposed to being stress free, i was pretty stressed out.  i had moved in with lindsay in joplin so i could work at the bridge.  after working nearly full time there, and being put in charge of a portion of the ministry, it became clear i was uncomfortable with that much responsibility.  but i didn't realize how uncomfortable i was because i couldn't face what a half-way job i was doing there.  it took a meeting with steve and jenny to help me see what was going on.  so i was in joplin, with no job for the first time in years, and summer school.  my parents stepped in to take care of my bills so i could work on school.  so i just studied romans with chaney.  then i started going to college heights.  they were having a college age bible study over romans too.  so i studied romans.  and i had peace about my future, even though all of my plans for the summer had fallen though...  i was uncertain, but peaceful.  care free.  free from worry.  and, once again, i had a lot of free time.  and i spent it seeking God.  that was also the summer i met timmy.  fun fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so here i am again.  new home.  jobless.  lots of free time.  obviously, i need to seek God again.  He's calling me back for something.  He's calling me near for something.  i don't need to worry.  i don't have to be afraid of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tonight we were watching horton hears a who.  there's this part where horton has finally made contact with the mayor of whoville, and horton tells the mayor that he's taking care of them and trying to get them to safety, and as crazy as it sounds, and as hard as it might get, he's taking care of them.  their conversation ends kind of abruptly when the mayor says, "listen, horton, i've gotta go.  apparently there's a problem with a giant meatball..."  and horton assures him, "you take care of that meatball, sir, and leave the freaking out to me."  i felt like a big dork but i was like, "timmy, i feel like the mayor.  im freaking out when everything is under control."  and its truuue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1142326644265927713?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1142326644265927713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-529548733017996197</id><published>2008-12-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:14:48.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry Christmas, hurry fast!</title><content type='html'>i think this commercial is so funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6pek4urxbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6pek4urxbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. i think im sick.  achey.  tired.  head ache.  etc.  boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-529548733017996197?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/529548733017996197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=529548733017996197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/529548733017996197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/529548733017996197'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning i was driving to a womens meeting and i almost crashed into the back of a truck.  it was one of those moments when everything but my mind seemed to go slow-motion.  i pressed on the break and felt my car sliding, and saw the bed of the truck in front of me getting closer and closer.  then i remembered to pump the break, but nothing worked, i just kept slowly sliding forward toward the stopped truck.  then i turned the wheel and drove up into someone's yard.  the snow and slope of the ground stopped me a few feet away from a tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told my mom about it.  she wants to buy me some kind of cables (not chains, but some kind of rope or something) that goes around your tires for ice.  ill be the nerd of nerds in keokuk.  but maybe not so scared to drive on the ice... maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway...  back to my sugary coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-6673162453231382579?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6673162453231382579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=6673162453231382579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6673162453231382579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6673162453231382579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2349258014868715988</id><published>2008-11-29T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:36:09.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of my fayetteville trip, a brief stop in keokuk, then thanksgiving in indiana!</title><content type='html'>after my dad and i had our big adventure out on the town saturday night, we slept in on sunday and then had the family over for thanksgiving dinner on sunday afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite part (cake that's not a cake was a close second) was seeing my mimi and my grandpa parker have a nice conversation with each other and then spend the whole afternoon in the same house, and most of it in the same room together.  they divorced when my dad was 3.  both of them remarried.  mimi's husband passed away in 97.  i have never seen her in the same room as my grandpa and grandma parker.  it was sort of monumental.  and rad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we ate a lot of food.  then i opened presents.  then after everyone left our house, i hung out with my cousins and my aunt vickie at their house for a while.  then i talked to timmy on the phone and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on monday, i drove back to keokuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back home in keokuk, i got home around 6 and then some girls from church (katie, nikki, and kristin) came over and surprised me with a cake and candles and ice cream.  it rocked.  then we hung out a while.  then kristin and i talked a little bit after katie and nikki left.  after kristin left, i just sort of watched tv and tried not to fall asleep and timmy FAAAHIIIIINALLY came home from his trip around midnight.  it was a happy reunion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday, i did laundry, packed, and when timmy came home from work we headed up to indiana for thanksgiving week.  it was great to see the stoners.  we had thanksgiving dinner at the farmhouse.  timmy, his brother jesse, his wife angela and their son ephraim, sister phebe and me all squished into one car (!!!) and went out a day early.  we had a great time eating a lot of candy and playing settlers in front of the fire place.  it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also got to see our dear friends katie hargrove and kyle beshears as well as kyle's cousin jared.  it was soooo good to see where katie is working now-- her new community and her new mission-- it was great.  i've missed her so much!  and it was especially great to be around someone who i could just catch up with and not introduce myself to.  so good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now we're back in keokuk.  it's wonderful to be home with my hubby.  im so glad we don't have to get in the car for an extended drive for a whole 'nother month!  and now that thanksgiving is over, we get to buy a tree and DECORATE for Christmas.  i cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2349258014868715988?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2854600867050069186</id><published>2008-11-22T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:52:36.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhmazing.</title><content type='html'>last night my brother and i went to rent walle (i left my birthday copy in keokuk...) and we watched it with mom and dad. then we watched cars. it was great to just relax together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got a lot of Christmas shopping done. very good. then tonight my dad took me out. it was SO much fun. we went down to the square for the lights of the ozarks. they turned all the Christmas lights on and had a parade. the best part was the animal hospital float that had like 50 people walking their dogs behind it. so funny. then we went to eat at loafin joes, hot sandwiches are the best on cold cold nights. then we went to the walton arts center for a concert by chris thile and the punch brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris thile used to play mandolin for nickel creek. he plays crazy bluegrass songs. he's a genius. so now he's playing with this band called punch brothers. SOOO much talent in one band. so amazing. so, here's the link. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/punchbrothers"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/punchbrothers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just were so amazing live.  its like, i have no idea how to explain it, it was just magical for me.  for you?  i dont know.  you haven't seen what i've seen or grown up how i've grown up or liked what i like, so it might not have been as magical for you.  but man, i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish timmy could have been there.  but he was too busy trying to be a good minister in nashville.  i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2854600867050069186?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2854600867050069186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2854600867050069186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2854600867050069186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2854600867050069186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhhmazing.html' title='ahhhhmazing.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-7213185143559494573</id><published>2008-11-21T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:59:44.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving.</title><content type='html'>it wasn't that bad.  i stopped once in osage beach.  i got gasoline and a starbucks white mocha.  when i went to the gas station, the cashier took forty cents off my total.  so it only cost like$23 to fill up, which was magical. he said i got a discount cause it was cold outside.  i didn't know they could just take money off of your total for gas, but i guess they can.  it was kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listened to oasis, the used, selfmindead and a really good mix timmy made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfmindead has the best lyics ever, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all the real songs never get heard.  and all the real art is worth nothing.  all the real words never get heard. and everything remains the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's time for us to move on.  right now is the right time, we've been standing still for too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, dad had started a fire.  dad and samuel helped me get my stuff out of the car, then i gave sam his bday present (from sept 23) then i got to hang out with my friend sarah clendenen.  it was great.  she bought me falafel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i talked to teemy on the phone.  then i went to sleep in my old twin bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-7213185143559494573?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1246022028303862296</id><published>2008-11-19T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:10:53.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>road trip.  by myself.  pre game show.</title><content type='html'>yes. i am taking my first alone road trip.  the farthest i've ever driven by myself before?  four and a half hours.  joplin to st. louis.  2003.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this trip?  100* hours.  keokuk to fayetteville.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do i feel?  im reaally excited to go visit arkansas again!  but, im really bummed about being away from timmy for four days.  he's going to this mega awesome youth ministers convention in nashville.  and i wish i was going too, but its really expensive and he's going with a bunch of youth ministers from around here, so i would feel like a dork being the only girl.  oh well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the original plan was to leave keokuk at the same time that timmy was leaving.  however, my parents want to fix the honda (which is awesome!  and part of our Christmas present...  since it broke down in ark last time we visited) so i have to leave a day early.  that day is tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really sure the whole thing will be fine.  its just a long drive when im with timmy, im not really sure how its gonna go solo, you know?  oh well.  people do it all the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things im planning to do in arkansas?  watch walle (timmy got it for me for my birthday!), go see take it back in springdale, have a big birthday party with my family, miss timmy a whole lot, hang out with old friends, EAT, shop, sleep, and miss timmy a whole freakin lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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&gt;*8 hrs 15 mins (google maps)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1246022028303862296?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1246022028303862296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1246022028303862296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1246022028303862296'/><link rel='self' 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about crazy things that are probably never going to happen.  and sometimes i worry about things that very well might happen, but i really shouldn't worry about them until they actually do happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer 2005 was the most relaxing time ever.  nothing went right, or maybe i should say, according to plan.  i just trusted God.  it was amazing.  that was the summer i met timmy.  i liked him.  i was praying and i felt God say, "Wait."  so i did.  after the summer ended, katrina hit the gulf coast and lindsay was like, "you wanna go help?" and i said no.  but then i was praying about it and i told God why i didn't want to go, i said, "i've got stuff to do this weekend..." and the thought crossed my mind, "they had stuff to do this weekend."  so i packed a bag and called lindsay back... "i changed my mind, ill go..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just did stuff if i thought i was going to make a difference.  now i think life in general is more settled, and that probably means i need to listen a little harder for what God wants me to do.  but that's happened before too.  living in podunk joplin, we had some insane spiritual adventures with the Lord.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i think i've just settled into mediocrity and whats worse; i've let myself get content with mediocrity.  we're kind of buddies now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week, im driving down to arkansas by myself.  timmy's going to a youth ministry conference with some ministers from this area.  im a little nervous about taking such a long drive by myself (i've never done that before) but my plan is to just enjoy it.  because honestly, some of my favorite experiences are just mediocre things, like a good meal, or being cuddled up by timmy, or christmas morning, or a rain storm... you know, regular stuff that i just enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the worst thing about worry.  it totally robs me from enjoying what ever is happening right now.  so the new goal list is something like this i guess;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  enjoy the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  have conversations with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  trust what God says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh... anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-9132128862070917633?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9132128862070917633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=9132128862070917633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/9132128862070917633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/9132128862070917633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/chill.html' title='chill.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-6709841049303750475</id><published>2008-11-12T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:09:41.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>car trouble/awesome.</title><content type='html'>timmy got me a woodwick candle, and im convinced that they're the best thing ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things have been incredibly busy.  last week we drove down to arkansas so timmy could shadow matt tibbit (he used to work here in keokuk, and now he works outside fayetteville [prairie grove]) and also to see my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at pgcc where matt works, we saw some of my friends from when i worked at camp joshua.  the last time i saw these two girls they were in 6th grade, i think.  now they're leaders in their youth group.  it was awesome to catch up with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also noteworthy: when we got to fayetteville, we were hugging my parents in the drive way when timmy looked over and said, "is that smoke coming out of the hood of the car?" lo and behold, it was.  it appeared as if something was leaking all over the engine, so we decided to take it to the honda shop the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the mechanic at the honda shop pulled the car into the garage a hose broke, and then they noticed that pretty much all the other hoses were about to break, along with about two printed out pages of other things that were worn out in poor ol road hog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we got our car fixed as an early Christmas present from mom and dad parker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we got back to keokuk, we were told that someone from church had bought a car for us.  (you may remember that we lost our other car in a flash flood back in april or may) we haven't minded sharing a car.  it's only frustrating once in a while.  but this just makes things so much easier.  plus, now i can drive wherever i want, whenever i want.  kind of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  it was really exciting.  i have heard of people giving other people cars before, but i didn't really think that kind of thing would ever happen to me.  such extreme kindness from people who don't know us very well... it's pretty humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the other day, after all the craziness of driving back in a hurry from arkansas, timmy went out to the coffee shop to read and relax for a while and when he came back he brought me a wood wick candle.  its deeeericious.  i love it.  he knew i've been wanting one.  i would never have bought it for myself though, they're kind of ridiculously priced.  but now i know why.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they rock.  that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-6709841049303750475?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6709841049303750475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=6709841049303750475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6709841049303750475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/6709841049303750475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/car-troubleawesome.html' title='car trouble/awesome.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-9087237093771440803</id><published>2008-11-03T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:27:01.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to do (or not) list</title><content type='html'>i have a lot to do today.  im avoiding getting started.  i dont know why.  i need to just start.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're going to start driving to arkansas tonight, stopping outside kansas city to visit some friends, and then heading down tomorrow.  so if i want a clean apartment when i get home, i need to get going tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was busy.  i taught sunday school, but i didn't feel like i communicated anything very clearly.  and then we had youth group, but we had lots of technical difficulties, a last minute drummer (thank you so much, bruce!) and my guitar is having some trouble holding tune, so we had to stop in the middle to tune.  however, katie did an awesome rendition of "A whole new world" while we were tuning and even though i messed up one of the newer songs, the rest of the band kept right on going.  we have awesome musicians in our youth group.  its been really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy's message was really good last night.  i felt like i would have needed to hear what he said when i was in high school.  and i needed to hear it yesterday too.  im proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-9087237093771440803?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9087237093771440803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=9087237093771440803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/9087237093771440803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/9087237093771440803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-do-or-not-list.html' title='to do (or not) list'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8512830950635699733</id><published>2008-10-31T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:17:58.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>community.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7GA-o1n4Oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7GA-o1n4Oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl&lt;br /&gt;Under a lampshade or on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Beside the bed where at night&lt;br /&gt;You lay turning like a door on it's hinges?&lt;br /&gt;(First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why burn poor and lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building.&lt;br /&gt;We'll cut into shape &amp;amp; set into place or you'd rather be a window,&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly be the frame reflecting any kind of words.&lt;br /&gt;We'll let in all the blame&lt;br /&gt;(And ruin our reputation all the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind out plan making,&lt;br /&gt;We'll start living......anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you unbearably sad?&lt;br /&gt;Then why burn so poor and lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be like torches&lt;br /&gt;we'll be like torches&lt;br /&gt;We'll be torches together! torches together&lt;br /&gt;well be like torches&lt;br /&gt;we'll be like torches&lt;br /&gt;With whatever respect, our tattered Dignity demands&lt;br /&gt;Torches together, hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pluck one string - What good is just one note?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one string sounds fine i guess....We were once 'One Note',&lt;br /&gt;We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain&lt;br /&gt;(What light and momentary pain!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why this safe distance, this curious look?&lt;br /&gt;Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?&lt;br /&gt;Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;strum the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;strum the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;With no beginning, with no end&lt;br /&gt;Take down a guitar and strum the guitar&lt;br /&gt;strum the the guitar if you're afraid,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played the flute but no one was dancing&lt;br /&gt;You sang a sad song but no one was crying&lt;br /&gt;you played such a sad song....such a sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Torches Together" mewithoutYou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-8512830950635699733?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2627642410819605668</id><published>2008-10-28T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:06:14.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>much better.</title><content type='html'>i re-arranged our apartment today.  i like the new set up better.  i also like it that i didn't sleep all day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight was really good.  it was date night.  we actually didn't do anything though, but that was the good part about it.  we took like  a two hour nap, ordered sandwiches from dominos, played phase 10, and watched tv.  it was awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the busiest month ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on top of upcoming trips to arkansas, a high school retreat, another trip to arkansas (just me) while timmy goes with some area youth ministers to a conference in nashville... we took an unexpected trip to joplin this past weekend for our friends' dad's funeral.  it was so sad.  completely unexpected.  he was 44.  "he loved well" was what they kept saying at the funeral.  he sounds like an amazing man.  we were glad to be able to go encourage our friends.  and we were really encouraged as well.  not only by chip's (our friend's dad) life, but also by the quades, who let us stay with them, and getting to spend time with them and chris and carol and j will. a late night ihop trip with gabby and jeff, and going "shopping" with rachel and young ian.  and also going on a shopping spree at all the amazing stores right at our fingertips in joplin.  and how could i forget to mention that we stayed the night in kc with our dear friend maria, we were so sad to miss seeing her hubby, he was out of town on a business trip.  talking with maria was great, as was the tea and quiche and avett brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was an emotional and fast trip.  but it didn't feel rushed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like timmy and i haven't gotten to spend too much time together lately, so tonight was really good.  i beat the crap out of him in phase 10.   he made yummy tea and bought me a coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my love language is coke.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-2627642410819605668?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2627642410819605668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2627642410819605668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2627642410819605668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2627642410819605668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/much-better.html' title='much better.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8015103022125025821</id><published>2008-10-20T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:21:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream</title><content type='html'>i had a dream a few nights ago that we went on a mission trip in new york city.  timmy and i had taken our youth group from new testament.  they were getting packed up into the van and timmy and i needed to get something taken care of in grand central station (i dont know) so we were talking to a cashier, and all of a sudden, i felt like we needed to pray, and i needed to announce it to the crowd around us.  so in my dream, i said, "if there are any Christians here, we need to pray!" so timmy and i started praying together, and then i looked around us and there were 40 Christians with us praying to God.  so when we said, "amen" everyone started yelling and celebrating and jumping around really joyfully.  i started running down this row of people who hadn't come to pray with us, and just thanking them for helping us while we were there in new york city.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird dream.  mostly, i was just excited about the part where we weren't expecting anyone to be praying with us and when we looked up, we were surrounded.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8015103022125025821?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8015103022125025821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8015103022125025821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8015103022125025821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8015103022125025821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='a dream'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2185397327352805171</id><published>2008-10-15T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:38:58.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh land, hear the word of the Lord</title><content type='html'>this is my new favorite song.  gilbert birtill.  just one touch from the king.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLs6Kl3wgtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLs6Kl3wgtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love this guy.  my favorite part is at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJOTflcB8P4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJOTflcB8P4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one is him talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-2185397327352805171?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2185397327352805171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2185397327352805171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2185397327352805171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2185397327352805171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-land-hear-word-of-lord.html' title='oh land, hear the word of the Lord'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8966758583817590267</id><published>2008-10-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:42:45.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll be torches together (hand in hand)</title><content type='html'>today has been great.  one of the ladies from the church asked me to be in a prayer group with her.  so she and my friend kristin and i prayed together this morning.  it was really refreshing to pray with a group again.  it's been a while since i got to be part of corporate prayer.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was great to pray about the youth group and to hear kathy (the woman who had the idea to start the group) pray for the youth that she's seen grow up.  and her heart for her family and the congregation she's been part of for so long, and the body of Christ in general.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kristin's heart is for the nations.  she wants to see radical change in places like africa and the middle east and has helped with organizations to help people start their own businesses and make food for people who are starving.  and of course, to see people love and know Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sidenote.  we're at starbucks in quincy, il and i just heard one of the barristas say, "like we need another youth pastor in this town.  i swear there's more churches than there are bars"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we prayed most of all for revival.  for hearts that know and want God.  im trying hard to be in the habit of studying God every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy was given this book called "Crazy Love" and i've only read the very beginning, but i was completely challenged.  but, it wasn't the author of the book, francis chan, it was chris tomlin in the foreword and he said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"isn't it interesting that in acts 11, at the end of verse 26, it says, 'the disciples were called Christians first at antioch." What i find interesting is the simple thought that the Christians didn't name themselves.  but rather, they were called (or named) Christians by those watching their lives.  I wonder if it would be the same today.  could someone look at your life or look at my life and name me a Christian?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;first of all. good call, chris tomlin, i dont know if people would say that about me.  im super challenged by this though.  and pretty encouraged to start loving people better.  i want to look less like me and way more like Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-8966758583817590267?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8966758583817590267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8966758583817590267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8966758583817590267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8966758583817590267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-be-torches-together-hand-in-hand.html' title='we&apos;ll be torches together (hand in hand)'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3516847465278587733</id><published>2008-10-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:52:16.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where are all the other birds when you need them?</title><content type='html'>i think it goes back to 1999 or maybe 2000... possibly even 1998, the best year ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ester drang played at clunk.  jesse weegens introduced me to them.  i felt awkward.  i bought their cd.  it made me wish i could write music.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not sure when i found out about "Fire cracker" by unwed sailor.  but i loved that cd.  it didn't have very many songs, but they were all great.  i rocked that thing on repeat for weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what Christian kid doesn't remember the first time they heard pedro the lion cuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, when i was a freshman at U of A and i heard that all these guys were working on a side project called Circle of Birds together, my brain exploded.  i had a radio spot at KXUA early on saturday mornings and when i saw that album on the new music wall, i put that sucker on the air as fast as i could.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  i was just looking at unwed sailor's myspace page today and re-discovered circle of birds.  i love how music brings so many memories back to my mind.  my first year of college at university of arkansas.  the most vivid colors i've ever seen on trees.  missing all my friends.  learning how to make new friends.  running from God.  going back to God.  listening to the amelie soundtrack.  buying ice cream and chips for lunch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  i love circle of birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.myspace.com/circleofbirds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.myspace.com/esterdrang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.myspace.com/unwedsailor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.myspace.com/pedrothelion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.stationlog.com/kxua//&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3516847465278587733?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3516847465278587733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3516847465278587733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3516847465278587733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3516847465278587733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-are-all-other-birds-when-you-need.html' title='where are all the other birds when you need them?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4955243766177974404</id><published>2008-10-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:26:12.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music at the mall part two</title><content type='html'>music at the mall is an amazing venue.  like, my favorite to play in a long time.  seriously.  i hated playing shows in joplin.  no matter where it was.  i think my favorite joplin show was the lawson's house party.  after that, it was all downhill for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the 1 year anniversary of this place, i played first.  there were a lot of people there.  everyone listened.  everyone clapped a lot.  some girls and a guy asked for autographs.  some more girls asked for hugs.  it was just like, a very chill atmosphere.  and it reminded me of when we called 479 the hugging scene.  you know, before tulsa ruined everything with their hardcore and their parking lot brawls.  jk.  but really, the did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway.  the show went really good.  i made $1 and gave away a lot of cds.  we didn't get to stay too long after i played.  i wanted to hear what else was going on in 'ol keokuk music wise, but we needed to get home to clean and get ready for sunday morning/evening/allday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, the show was great.  i can't wait to play there again.  it was just a good time had by... me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4955243766177974404?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4955243766177974404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=4955243766177974404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4955243766177974404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4955243766177974404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-at-mall-part-two.html' title='music at the mall part two'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3149031602794698011</id><published>2008-10-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:09:56.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music@theMall</title><content type='html'>i have my first ever show in iowa this weekend.  music at the mall is a venue here in town reminiscent of the early clunk or music hall or bridge days.  its great. $5 shows.  faithful crowds.  lots of metal.  and this weekend, a one year anniversary show with some indie/acoustic bands including yours truly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im excited.  i haven't played a show for a while.  and i have some new songs to try out.  i realized i have none of my songs about Jesus up on my myspace.  it's always a little scary to play those in front of a crowd with which i have no relationship whatsoever.  i'm sure it will be fine.  God has a plan.  i'm praying for some good conversations and hopefully some new friends.  its been hard to meet people our own age here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today im going to fort madison again.  this time with donnie, my new mentor.  we're going to get notebooks and pens.  donnie journals like nothing i've ever seen before.  and she likes fountain pens, so we're going to a store called "pendemonium" that only sells pens.  and we're buying notebooks for a women's meeting that she's speaking at this coming monday.  she invited me to tag along with her to that as well, and i'm really excited about going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like i'm starting to settle here.  my last "breakdown" was a week ago.  and it was by far the worst one i've had so far here.  and hopefully my last.  donnie suggested that i might be pregnant.  but, i'm pretty sure i'm just depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm trying to focus on knowing God, trusting God, believing what He says- and focus less on me.  an ever present struggle; more of him, less of me.  but i believe it's worth the struggle.  the freedom and peace that come from knowing Christ's love and plans for me are totally worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm going for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3149031602794698011?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3149031602794698011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3149031602794698011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3149031602794698011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3149031602794698011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/10/musicthemall.html' title='music@theMall'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5793249997515299966</id><published>2008-09-28T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:22:52.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grow</title><content type='html'>im watching planet earth on discovery channel.  i think this is the most amazing thing i've ever seen in my life.  i want to buy a huge digital television just so i can enjoy it more.  i just love seeing so many different things.  its just so amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy and i took our junior high students to get-a-way this weekend. it was pretty intense.  it was about 7.5 hours to joplin with all our stops and everything and the whole weekend just flew by.  we had a GREAT time getting to know our junior high students a little bit better as well.  when we got about three hours from home, the 15 passenger van timmy was driving (i was driving a mini van behind him) broke down.  so we pulled off in jefferson city mo and thought it was just low on oil, close to ceasing up.  so i went to a gas station and bought a ton of oil.  then the problem kept happening, so we pulled over again and while timmy called some friends at church to figure out what to do, i drove kids to the bathroom and back to the van.  one guy stopped bc he thought we needed directions, when he found out we were broken down, he couldn't really help so he took off.  but then this guy who's like a master mechanic stopped and helped us try to identify the problem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ended up staying at a friend of our childrens minister's house.  they were out of town, so we got to just hang out and play games and we watched cool runnings* it was great.  a blessing in disguise, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two men from church drove the three hours south to us that night (last night, actually) and worked on the van as much as they could then stayed in a hotel.  then this morning, another guy from church drove another 15 passenger van down and drove our kids and trailer back to iowa.  our broken van made it back, but the guy who drove it said that it was still acting up on the drive and he doubted that it would have made it with all the weight of the students and the trailer.  it was pretty wild.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  lots of excitement.  it was hard to be so close to arkansas without going home.  and to be in joplin where there are so many people i want to see, but no time to see them.  i did get to see my friend lindsay for a while and she was a huge encouragement.  there were so many friends i wanted to see.  they sure do pack a weekend together for those retreats.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy and i learned so much this weekend.  we have lots of ideas for next time.  we may even start scheduling an extra night in on those weekends so we can spend some "relaxed" time with the students.  it just gave us such a great opportunity to hang out and talk and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, planet earth is on.  and its just so amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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;*"ya ded mon?"  when i was a little kid watching this, i cried a whole lot.  RIP john candy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5793249997515299966?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8024174356065803849</id><published>2008-09-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:20:22.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're coming to joplin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this weekend is get-a-way at occ.  its hard to be a leader when i don't feel complete, it makes me feel really inadequate.  but, God used a lot of inadequate people to carry out his plans, if they were willing, so i just need to be willing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy just went to walmart and got us sleeping bags.  i haven't had a sleeping bag since i was ten.  but we have enough of these trips planned, we need some sleeping bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im pretty excited about getting to know the jr highers this weekend.  im also excited about having a lot to do this weekend.  im not stoked about driving the van.  but no one volunteered to come with us, so that's what ill be doing.  oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, since we'll be the only ones in charge (along with one of our college age girls) we'll definitely get a lot of time to build relationships with the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-8024174356065803849?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8024174356065803849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1696235824516907841</id><published>2008-09-24T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:52:06.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some days are faces.</title><content type='html'>i just heard a new ben kweller song* called "saw dust man" and i think it has my favorite ben kweller line to date... "i'm on top of the grey hound station, won't you please come on home."  genius.  and, "i play every card that im dealt... some days are faces, some days are aces, some days are twos and threes."  i can't wait to hear all of this new album,  i love it already!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning was see you at the pole.  timmy and i thought it started at 7. but i guess it started at 7.45.  anyway.  the girl who organized it all is a junior and it was her first time to organize s.y.a.t.p.  and she did a good job.  we had a few of our kids out there, i think almost all our kids at keokuk high school stopped by for a minute or so, so that was good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, timmy and i ate breakfast, then i went with him up to the church for a while.  we have a prayer room at church, and i thought i'd check that out for a little bit, but i really like to lay down when i read, and i didn't really want to lay down in there...  so i came back to the apt for a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  its been a good morning.  i think i need to just make up a schedule and follow that.  its weird not having a job or classes, im used to having those things dictate what i do with my time.  im not good at managing it myself.  so that's my plan.  make stuff up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&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;*myspace.com/benkweller&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/4547055126207773799-1696235824516907841?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1696235824516907841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-2703748276585528855</id><published>2008-09-20T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:03:56.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;we are at starbucks in quincy, il.  we ate lunch at jimmy johns, i walked around quincy mall, and now we're at starbucks.  i think we're going to get papa johns for din din.  we had to drive an hour to get to these comforts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this past week was hard.  loneliness was almost constant.  its so weird. so many good things are happening here.  im glad we're here.  loneliness just creeps around.  me no likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of all the incredible things that happened this past week, our car was in bad shape (oh roadhog!) and we needed to get a new ball joint, but they needed to replace another part as well (the control arm) and it added up to about $700.  which (it probably goes without saying) we don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.  last week, a guy from church called timmy and asked him to bring the car by his shop to take a look at it.  then he loaned timmy a car.  then he fixed our car's ball joint, the control arm, and the break pads... for free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still pretty much shocked.  humbled.  in disbelief.  but our car doesn't squeak or grind anymore, so it's really fixed.  im just amazed that someone did that for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also been really blessed to have a mentor here.  im in a group with two girls in high school and our leader.  anyway.  this last time we met, God showed me how prideful i've become.  for some reason, i've been looking back to almost two years ago, and thinking about how close to God i had been and for some reason, i felt that those times justified my spiritual laziness now.  i felt so foolish confessing my laziness.  but out of that God is bringing revival to my own heart.  a stronger desire to read, pray and journal, now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember praying at dioko and asking God to bring revival to our own hearts so that revival could happen on a larger scale; if it happened in ten people, how many others would it happen in?  and we watched it spread.  then we burned out.  i think because we forgot that God was doing the reviving.  not us.  anyway.  i need him to revive me again.  i've become a dried up creek bed.  i feel like i have nothing to give.  i want more of his love, more of his life, his actions, his heart; i want those to rush into/through/out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any good thing that im doing now, is coming from the spirit.  im a lonely tired mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts. (hebrews 3.14-16)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4547055126207773799-2703748276585528855?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2703748276585528855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=2703748276585528855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2703748276585528855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/2703748276585528855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5811613775282083829</id><published>2008-09-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:03:32.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, what.</title><content type='html'>today has been amazing.  timmy took the day off.  we went to fort madison, another town along the river, about twenty minutes away.   we ate at bennigan's, its like applebees.  i've never seen one before.  it was good.  they had black bean burger patties-- i always appreciate the vegetarian option-- so that was exciting.  fort madison has a really nice park next to the river so we took a blanket to lay down and read because the weather outside is amazing today.  there was a creepy man who we're pretty sure was high, swinging and talking to himself, but other than that, it was really nice.  we watched three trains go by and just relaxed and talked in the sunshine.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, we went to this thrift store in ft. madison's downtown.  i got a shirt.  then we walked down town to this bakery called "the ivy."  its apparently won national awards and stuff.  we ate chocolate mint cake.  but i couldn't finish mine because it was too rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been missin timmy.  everything has been so busy.  whenever we get home at night, its usually just debrief time.  but i felt like we really got to hang out today.  im sad that i didn't take my camera.  it was such an amazing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high school youth group went amazing on sunday night.  it was just a huge answer to prayer!  timmy and i were so thankful for everyone's participation and all the kids who came out to help before hand, getting the room set up and everything.  i loved timmy's talk.  he just talked about how God wants us.  how, if we're far away, we can come back.  such a good reminder of God's love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im looking forward to meeting with the jr. high again this week.  we have a ton of jr.high girls.  they out number the boys like 4-1.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy started a group on facebook called, "timmy's book blitz bonanza." and we're all trying to read a book a week for 7 weeks.  i love it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my friends from joplin started this on myspace, www.myspace.com/lifeyourlifeworldwide  i love what it stands for.  nicely done, kristen day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that's all ive got for today.  nothing coherent.  but that's just the way it goes sometimes, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5811613775282083829?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5811613775282083829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5811613775282083829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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keokuk day today.  i like it though.  im not worried about a tornado striking me down like i was in jomo.  storms here are really relaxing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last weekend, dean trune came to speak at our church.  and timmy volunteered to pick him up from the airport, so we got to talk with him over our two (and a half-ish) hour car ride.  it was great getting to know him as a person and not just as a speaker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at our church's "revival" workshop he told us how if he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling wide awake, he just takes that as God wanting to talk to him.  so he gets his bible and his journal and he asks God, "what do you want to tell me?" and God always answers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the other night, i was wide awake because timmy was sick.  and i was worried.  and i couldn't fall asleep.  so i did the same thing.  and i asked, "God, what do you want to tell me?"  and it was so clear, "trust me."  the first thing that came to mind was that kids' song that's like "Be strong and courageous do not be terrified. do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you." something like that... from 1 Chronicles 28.20 and i just sank.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i worry a lot.  once, in 2005, i stopped worrying so much.  the freedom was amazing.  i just trusted God that everything would be o.k.  i quit my job (which i had moved to joplin to do), was being supported by my parents (which was kind of embarrassing) and floundering around for a new group of friends who weren't married (because all the D2 girls were hitched up except for legas and me.)  it was an amazing time.  it was that summer that i learned to trust and that  i studied romans in summer school and in a bible study and started grasping grace.  it was that fall that i learned about prayer and that led into worship.  and that led into service.  and it was just like God was saying, "watch this!"  "try this!"  and i just did it. and it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i'm not really like that anymore.  somewhere along the deal, i quit trusting.  i started trying to control everything.  i started thinking more about myself than God.  i got lost in my busy schedule and pride and worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, now i'm in a new place.  and i want to learn again.  and i want to get to know God again.  and i want to be more like him and love him more and love people and help them know him.  i want to be moved by his holy spirit again.  i want to hear his whispers again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dean trune sent timmy two books (which was incredibly nice of him.)  the speed of trust by stephen m.r. covey, he recommended this one because we told him about how our youth group had been hurt, and that we are getting to know them, and we're building trust with each other.  and that book has been really insightful so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he also sent a book called crazy love: overwhelmed by a relentless God,  by francis chan.  i don't remember talking with dean about this one. maybe he and timmy just had a talk about it, or maybe he just thought we needed to know about it.  either way, timmy loves it and is also a little scared of it.  there is a chapter where francis lists all these characteristics of a lukewarm Christian.  and timmy was really convicted.  i haven't read it yet.  but i think a change is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revival?  i hope so.  i want it.  i want to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3794804333917831237?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3794804333917831237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3794804333917831237' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3794804333917831237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3794804333917831237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/09/trust-trust-trust-trust-trust.html' title='trust trust trust trust trust'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-7059892947869220858</id><published>2008-09-05T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:51:40.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i take it back...</title><content type='html'>i got really upset yesterday.  and i take back most of what i said in the previous post.  loneliness is a part of life, just like joy and pain.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our down stairs neighbor, phyllis, is a member of our church here.  i was talking with her one day while we were doing laundry and she told me that her husband is in a nursing home, and she goes to visit him at every meal. he has alzheimers, and sometimes he remembers her and other times, he doesn't.  and she told me, "well, you take the good with the bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i read my bible and pray every single moment of every single day, it won't make me less lonely or more happy, it will just allow me to know God more.  it will let me know truth from lies.  so when i get lonely and i feel like things won't ever get better, i can read scripture and see that God says, "i know the plans i have for you, plans to prosper, not to harm you." and trust that he has a plan.  it doesn't take away my loneliness, but it is a comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, timmy and i were listening to a cd that eric, from the youth group, is letting us borrow.  the band is called saosin* it says, "you're not alone, there is more to this i know! you can make it out!  you will live to tell!"  and it just reminded me that there are bad seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loneliness is hard.  but i've been here before.  and everything has turned out fine before.  so im just going to trust, and tell God how hard it is, and ask for His help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-7059892947869220858?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7059892947869220858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=7059892947869220858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7059892947869220858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/7059892947869220858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-take-it-back.html' title='i take it back...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5364144739782184558</id><published>2008-09-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:10:39.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>settling</title><content type='html'>i made banana bread today.  we had some old bananas, and as i was about to drop them into the trash, i though, "wait a second, can't you make banana pudding from old bananas?" so i put them back in the fruit bowl.  then i remembered that its banana bread, not pudding, that you make from old bananas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i got out joy of cooking and checked it out and made banana bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, i think seeing zach and josh martin and j-will over the weekend reminded me that we don't really have friends here yet.  as far as that goes, i've been just trying not to think about it.  however, i'm thinking that isn't really the best way to handle loneliness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part of me thinks i should just start getting involved with stuff, but when i do that i always get over involved and wear myself out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was reading breaking free by beth moore on the train ride home.  she was talking about "being satisfied by Christ."  being filled by Christ.  she compared it to when your body is hungry and the only thing that comforts hunger is food, or thirsty and the only thing that helps is water, and without these things your body becomes sick, or possibly dies.  beth moore says, "Does your hungry soul ever manifest physical symptoms such as irritability, selfish ambitions, anger, impure thoughts, envy, resentments, and eruptions of lust?"  the part that really made me feel convicted was when she said, "if you fail to partake of the spiritual food and drink of God for a while, you are hungry and thirsty for His satisfaction whether or not you know it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timmy and i have talked a lot about how most problems really do go back to needing to pray and read scripture more often.  of course, there are some people who have severe emotional needs or deep spiritual hurt and they need personal counseling along with those things... but anyway-  i think my kind of loneliness is a spiritual hunger.  i'm making friends here.  i have a place to serve here.  things are good here.  it's just going to take time to settle in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving back to keokuk from the train station was the first time i felt like i was going home since we've lived here.  i know it's coming.  loneliness is just a really big hurdle, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5364144739782184558?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5364144739782184558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=5364144739782184558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5364144739782184558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/5364144739782184558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/09/settling.html' title='settling'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3148228088350264888</id><published>2008-09-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:30:34.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a great day</title><content type='html'>we woke up excited yesterday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; had the head cold from hades all week and i was feeling a little better.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;timmy&lt;/span&gt; went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; prayer meeting and i stayed home to get ready for church and pack our stuff, because after church we were planning to catch a train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were especially glad about the train because it was only about a three hour ride, as opposed to a five or six hour car ride.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;church was great!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; school went really well, we made some new connections with kids and every day is a step towards trusting each other and becoming better friends, so that was wonderful.  then in church, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allen&lt;/span&gt; and josh martin gave a short testimony and encouragement from their trip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dominican&lt;/span&gt; republic.  i especially liked how josh had the epiphany of living with a mission for the Gospel, not just on trips, but every day.  and also how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; answered "what plans do you have for the future?" by saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;joplin&lt;/span&gt; town, work, and play rock n roll."  we appreciated his honesty, for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after church, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;timmy&lt;/span&gt; and i got to have lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zach&lt;/span&gt; and his family.  it was really great and relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we drove an hour to catch our train.  the train station was pretty, it was really exciting to get on the train, and then we got a little bored... watched like six episodes of the office, tried to take a nap, talked a little, talked to friends on the phone, saw fireworks off in the distance, etc.  it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got to union station in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt; a little early.  so we beat our friends josh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arielle&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;restaurant.  it was soooo good to finally meet arielle, because we've heard so much about her.  she was so fun and we had a great time getting to know her, even though it was way too brief.  after dinner, we all walked around the city for a while and really enjoyed each other's company.  we miss josh a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, we all went to timmy's parents house and went to sleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i woke up in indiana.  im so glad we get to ride a train back instead of drive.  this is magical.  i still feel pretty sick from this ridiculous cold, but the end is in sight... i think.  and we get to hang out with the stoners all day today and tomorrow.  today's gonna be pretty good...  but yesterday was freakin great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3148228088350264888?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3148228088350264888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3148228088350264888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3148228088350264888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3148228088350264888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-day.html' title='a great day'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4871726008394638773</id><published>2008-08-26T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:19:23.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><content type='html'>so, if there's one thing i learned in joplin, it's the importance of prayer.  timmy quoted someone (i think randy gariss) as saying, "if ministry is an engine, then prayer is gasoline."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its true.  so timmy had scheduled a prayer meeting for tonight called, "parent prayer night."  i'd say about 15 (including timmy and me) showed up.  it was pretty powerful.  our first youth meeting is this sunday, so we couldn't have had it at a better time.  it was just a really good time to petition for the youth group together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really encouraging.  i wouldn't say we've felt alone at all here, but there was something about seeing and hearing all these voices from our new community praying for the same thing together that really emphasized why we're here.  and i heard "revival" come from more than a few mouths, which was really exciting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, if anyone knows where i can get chords and lyrics for "asleep in the light" by keith green, or a keith green song book-- that'd be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4871726008394638773?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4871726008394638773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=4871726008394638773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4871726008394638773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/4871726008394638773'/><link 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in the industry, on the production side, the professional musician side and i've heard kind of the same thing i've been thinking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my old friend derek shacklet (shacknotes.com) posted these two articles that got my little brain thinking...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one is an opinion piece for CCM by Charlie Peacock*.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ccmmagazine.com/news/stories/11571162/peacock/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a follow up interview with charlie peacock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.collidemagazine.com/article/107/four-questions-for-charlie-peacock&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;anyway.  i think the Christian music industry is in for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*his wikipedia page has a pretty good bio   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlie_Peacock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he also has his own website, charliepeacock.com and he wrote New Way to be Human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-129697854030852496?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/129697854030852496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=129697854030852496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/129697854030852496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/129697854030852496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/08/christian-music-industry.html' title='the Christian music industry'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-5080718233341634200</id><published>2008-08-22T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:14:58.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've done this before...</title><content type='html'>when i was younger, over the summer, when i didn't have any kind of responsibility aside from drinking lots of water and wearing my shoes outside (sometimes) i used to stay up as late as possible.  i'd watch tv, read, organize things, make up stories, try on outfits, and fall asleep in my clothes.  when i got a little older i'd chat online, talk on the phone, have friends over, or stay at friends' houses.  now that im married, timmy and i do the same thing.  we're so exhausted tonight.  we had our first junior high event tonight, and it was high energy.  plus the day started at like seven am.  so that helps with the tiredness.  leaving the house at eight am and not getting back until almost nine thirty pm, that takes it out of me.  but, tonight.  im sitting here at midnight, clicking between tabs on my internet browser from gmail to facebook to myspace to blogger... good times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.  this is probably incoherent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just watched clueless.  that movie is so super nostalgic.  i think it was sixth grade.  i had an outfit that i though looked just like cher's, the part when she's walking around thinking about josh in a flowing white shirt, plaid skirt, knee highs and mary janes.  my mom helped me match it and i wore it to my 6th grade bday party.  it was a proud night.  and i got the sound track for Christmas too.  or was it my birthday? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so tired.  and i dont want to go to bed yet.  and im not doing anything productive.  i dont know what i want to do.   and, i dont know how to figure that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i want a pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-5080718233341634200?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-1828443286235184871</id><published>2008-08-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:51:37.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>company</title><content type='html'>last night our friend brig and his newlywed wifey, jamie, came over for dinner.  timmy made his AMAZING taco salad and they brought yummy deserts.  we hung out for like 5.5 hours.  it rocked.  it was just fun to be around people you didn't have to totally introduce yourself to as you were hanging out.  it is also important to mention that dawn (the childrens minister at ntcc) took me to fort madison yesterday and we went to a sweet two story thrift store and shopko (kind of like walmart+bed bath and beyond)  i got a new scarf for fall, and some necklaces im going to altar and a cameo pin that im going to make into a necklace.  i also found a sweet smokey the bear t shirt for timmy.  at shopko, i didn't find quite as much, but i did get a sweet pair of flip flops and some more hand sanitizer.  gotta love that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting people in keokuk has been fun.   it seems like we've been here a lot longer than two weeks, in a good way.  it was really fun to have people over last night.  i hope we get to do that a lot more!  a few students have been dropping by, which is great.  we did have to make a rule that if i'm by myself boys can't come over and vice versa, but it's been great having kids over so far! and we can't wait for that to happen a little more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also can't wait to get a girls group started.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much excitement!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now im watching "inside the bermuda triangle."  i love tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-1828443286235184871?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1828443286235184871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=1828443286235184871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1828443286235184871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/1828443286235184871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/08/company.html' title='company'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3836361595982994884</id><published>2008-08-18T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:04:15.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was thinking about my past.  about ex boyfriends and old friends and why relationships aren't the same.  i was examining my heart, haven't i forgiven the hurt they caused?  haven't i forgiven myself for making human errors in friendships?  i really think i have.  and then, i realized that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgiveness doesn't mean reconciliation.  &lt;/span&gt;ultimately, it should lead to that, but it doesn't always.  i can forgive fully but if the other party doesn't accept or find a way to forgive me or themselves, real reconciliation can't happen.  reconciliation requires forgiveness on all fronts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this obviously relates to the Lord; how he offers forgiveness to everyone, but everyone doesn't accept his grace, maybe because they can't forgive themselves or because they continue to believe the devil's lies that they can't be forgiven...  and while you can have forgiveness without reconciliation, you can not have reconciliation without forgiveness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think a fake surface relationship can exist without forgiveness; polite conversation and maybe even shared fun activities.  but real reconciliation requires forgiveness of self and others, which usually means experiencing pain and discomfort but ultimately freedom and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so thankful for God's example to us through Jesus.  selfless love for everyone.  and that means i dont get to choose who i love either.  but that also means complete reconciliation to God and to my brothers and sisters, and that is freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if God loves everyone and everyone doesn't love him back, he still loves them, but reconciliation to God doesn't occur until acceptance of His forgiveness (Grace through Christ) has happened.  and i think people need to forgive themselves to do that.  and sometimes other people as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think our culture has learned politeness instead of forgiveness.  it takes time and a lot of effort to really forgive some one who has wronged you, especially if you're in the right.  and i know i've only been able to forgive some people through prayer and with the help of the Lord and the strength of his example of forgiveness to me.   i want to live without grudges and with total reconciliation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is an incomplete thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-3836361595982994884?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3836361595982994884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=3836361595982994884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3836361595982994884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/3836361595982994884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought.html' title='a thought'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-3781043417226416916</id><published>2008-08-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:32:46.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things.</title><content type='html'>im semi surprised with how "easy" the transition to keokuk has been.  every once in a while, we realize what a small town this is, and get a little cabin feverish, but it's not that big of a deal to me, i dont think it is to timmy either...  the real adjustment, for me, has been becoming such visual leaders.  i think timmy and i have both been most comfortable behind the scenes, but that is obviously not possible in this position.  its weird to have so many people know so much about us (even if that's just our names...) while we still know very little about them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tied with becoming visual leaders, has definitely been missing our friends.  our joplin community is so precious to us.  we miss hanging out, serving, talking, and growing with our friends in joplin.  we know we'll be in the area fairly often, but that daily community is hard to be without.  we know that God has a community here for us, and we are loving becoming a part of it, but its so much different.  definitely a big adjustment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we started our youth praise band yesterday.  i've never led a band before.  and im doing it on guitar, which im not nearly as good at playing as piano.  but, its a lot easier to lead a band on guitar, because they can see what your fingers are doing, and hear the rhythm a lot better, and it makes it a lot easier to play along with.  so, that's the deal.  im super excited about getting to pick what we do and the guys playing are sooo creative and talented and they keep suggesting songs and ideas and its great.  they were joking about doing some "Screamo" vocals and im like, "yeah lets try it," but they dont think people will like it.  i suggested a special music night.  im just so proud of them already.  its going to be so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being placed in leadership begs the question, am i ready?  you sure?  i feel really unprepared. they're better than me at a lot of things... i don't play as well as the high schoolers im leading, i dont have a very wide vocal range, and i haven't led a worship band before.  on top of that, im not a very commanding leader naturally, im more of a behind the scenes leader i think.  but the real question is- am i ready spiritually?  after all, this is worship we're talking about, not just music.  and while i know the youth group can worship God through music im playing, even if im not worshiping while im playing it-  i've got four young guys playing with me, and i want to build up their passion for Jesus, not for chord charts. and more than who im leading, i've got my own heart to think about, because my heart is going to lead others.  how is my personal worship?  i've got to be growing closer to bring other people closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not going to dwell on whether im ready or not.  i know that God has a plan and timmy and i are here for a reason.  after our practice last night, i know the things i need to work on technically- creating clear chord charts, working on my vocal range, having a stronger plan for practice, etc.  and spiritually, i know where i am.  i know i need more structured study from the word, not just from other people.  i need to trust, focus and follow him.  i know from scripture that God uses the weak, the uncertain, the "unprepared" but the reason they bring him glory and we look back to them is that they trust, they have faith that he is who he is, and God used them.  and i trust him and i know all these things i need to work on are for his glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&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/4547055126207773799-3781043417226416916?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4883062904566452603</id><published>2008-08-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:16:56.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>green mountain coffee rules.</title><content type='html'>im at a coffee shop in keokuk.  i think its the only coffee shop in keokuk...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im about to go to the grocery store.  im craving apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things have been good here.  ive gotten upset a couple of times, but for the most part, being here is easy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the youth group is great.  we're big fans of the kids.  they threw us a party.  well, one girl in particular planned and threw it, but there were a lot of kids there.  we were really grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a little music venue in the mall called music at the mall, and they remind me of the old clunk days in fayetteville.  lots of bands, lots of bands breaking up, lots of new bands forming with the same members.  lots of kids that like music.  lots of shows with bands from different genres.  i like it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im looking for a job.  im not sure exactly what i want to do though.  im like, well... the options are limited.  working in jewelry was fun, but i dont like selling things.  there's a boutique in town, but i want to be able to leave for retreats and things...  and there's always the bee keeping supply co that i just want to work at to appease my curiosity.  i dont know.  but, for the time being, that's okay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keokuk is a really restful town.  i credit the river.  and the Lord.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so proud of timmy.  he's working so hard and i feel like he's really stepping up to the plate, so to speak, with this place.  he's such a good man!  im a little embarrassed about how i've been spending my time when i compare my days to his, so i'm trying to take some practical steps towards productivity.  but, we're about to get internet and cable at our apt on thursday...  so that will be a stumbling block, i already know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4883062904566452603?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4883062904566452603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-4702544801576858705</id><published>2008-07-31T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:03:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hugging lions</title><content type='html'>http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/25796645#25796645 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i knew how to just post a video...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547055126207773799-4702544801576858705?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4702544801576858705/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547055126207773799.post-8705933086637391997</id><published>2008-07-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:25:06.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in chicago</title><content type='html'>yesterday timmy and i decided to take a trip into the city (we're on vacation at his parents' house in indiana right now) so we looked up which museums were free and when, and headed out.  we parked in our usual parking garage, and were sad to find that the price had been upped from $8 to $10 but parked there anyway.  we had decided to check out the art museum since that was free, but we were disappointed to find out that the list we had seen was over two years old, and the museum was, in fact, not free.  so we thought, "if we have to pay, is this really the one we want to go to?"  we decided it wasn't, but the field museum of natural history was.  however, that was across town.  but timmy knows what to do, so we bought all day public transportation passes for $5 each, this proved to be a very worthy investment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we figured out which busses to take, and got on our way.  when the doors opened, two chinese girls tried to step on (they had been having trouble figuring out exactly where they were going, despite several people trying to help.  language barriers are rough, even with electronic translators.)  so, when the girls tried to step on, the bus driver was like, "GIRLS, GET OUT OF THE WAY!  LET THE MAN OFF THE BUS!"  the "man" was a friend of the bus driver, i think.  and he didn't seem to be in a hurry or anything, the bus driver just really wanted the girls to get out of the way...  then the girls asked, "how many stops to the aquarium?" and the bus driver said, "NO 'how many stops!' ONE STOP!"  timmy and i held our laughter in until we were in our seats.  it was a little too much to handle.  the people sitting around the girls tried to help them figure out where they needed to go.  way to go thoughtful tourists.  i know they were tourists because actual people from chicago don't really talk to strangers unless they're crazy (as i later found out when i tried to offer my seat to a couple who had been standing a while on the subway...  and timmy quickly explained that i was from arkansas...  oh well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the museum was sweet.  i saw the man eating lions from "The Ghost and the Darkness" and a few mummies from ancient egypt.  we also paid extra to go through a natural disaster section and that was pretty interesting.  my favorite was this five-screen panoramic video of a tornado.  some very brave storm chaser invented a pod that can stay stationary through a tornado.  it was pretty amazing footage.  we were able to see a tornado come toward us from across a field and then go directly over us and watch it disappear into the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then timmy and i went to wrigleyville on a whim.  when we stepped off the train there was  a guy selling tickets to a game, and since timmy had never seen the inside of wrigley stadium (home of the chicago cubs) and we managed to get tickets from the scalper for $5 each instead of $20, we went inside.  however, we left before it even got started.  our seats were waaaay in the back of the highest tier, four rows from the total back.  but we took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we rode a train back to chicago and went to giordano's, my favorite place in chicago.  we were really tired and we ordered the wrong pizza, we felt really bad sending it back, but the waitress was nice and she let us re-order.  we felt silly about that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even with our bus/train passes, we walked a whole lot and my old lady body is super achey today.  plan one when we get back to keokuk is to get back into shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love. &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/4547055126207773799-8705933086637391997?l=katestoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8705933086637391997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547055126207773799&amp;postID=8705933086637391997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8705933086637391997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547055126207773799/posts/default/8705933086637391997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katestoner.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventures-in-chicago.html' title='adventures in chicago'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510223864292414784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPT8y6g5iRY/SKifWqUiQEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wBj3s_KGcAo/S220/l_1317d270f1920a8ade1f695e8b48a1bb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
