<?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-357795775295061688</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:28:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Surrender</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey of complete abandon as I travel across the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-2921637169289807508</id><published>2008-09-28T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:40:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been challenged by 2 things lately. I've been hearing these questions running through my head over and over as I try to avoid having to answer to the prompting in my spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Am I doing ALL that I can to further the Kingdom where I am RIGHT NOW by serving and loving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of the day I think, what excuses did I come up with today to escape from having to do a difficult job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't speak the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. God's speaks their language and has the power to use me even though I can't communicate in the natural; that's a bad excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too hot and it makes me tired&lt;/em&gt;. Well, too bad. 65 million other people have lived their whole lives in this heat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are hard workers. Not a good excuse of being lazy when other people are dying without hearing about Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss home and would rather be there.&lt;/em&gt; I'll be home soon enough...that means only a little time left to make a difference RIGHT HERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; if my eyes are open to see the needs. Sometimes I need to go seek out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; to give and not just wait for an opportunity to come to me. Every day that we walk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;illegitimate&lt;/span&gt; excuses is another day of walking in selfishness, looking out for our own needs instead of people who are way more desperate than we are. Jesus gave up His whole life for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"even as the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Am I loving people well WHEREVER I go? Is the love of Christ being shown through my life by the way that love people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are people that are hard to love. No matter where I go, there are those people. I can't escape it. But Jesus didn't choose to love certain people. Those people that hard to love are probably people who really need it. If I'm claiming to follow the life of Christ, trying to be more like Him, loving people like He did is such a huge part. It's not something that we can avoid in running after Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If I give away  all that I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;koon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yesu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;siri&lt;/span&gt;. (?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Jesus for grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-2921637169289807508?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/2921637169289807508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=2921637169289807508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/2921637169289807508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/2921637169289807508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-6356896141145936031</id><published>2008-09-25T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:29:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been about 3 months since my first day in Thailand and it's been quite the learning experience trying to figure out this new culture of new things and ways. It was just yesterday that I realized that i'm finally learning to function more Thai style when I said something that I couldn't remember if we use in America or not. So I was hit by also by the fact when I return home in less than 3 months, I'm going to have to undo my new way of thinking and learn how to function American again. I thought I'd share a few of these things over the next couple weeks. Here are just a few of the many differences between Thai culture and American culture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The WAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eachday when seeing someone for the first time (especially anyone older than you), it's your responsibility to WAI them. It's taken this long, but I think I'm finally remembering to do this along with the greeting&lt;br /&gt;"Sawatdee Kha".&lt;br /&gt;American's probably wouldn't appreciate this so much if I did this to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SNtXjRjfrwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7h7iM16zo70/s1600-h/100_2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249886054149762818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SNtXjRjfrwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7h7iM16zo70/s320/100_2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toilets and Toilet Paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry if this is somewhat gross but it's just reality. Aside from the fact that we don't use the term "bathroom" or "restroom" here, only "toilet", there are a few more tricks to learn. Because of poor functioning sewer systems, all used toilet paper is to be thrown in "the bin" (trash can), not the toilet. In addition, most places you bring your own toilet paper because it's not supplied. Some toilets you also flush manually by pooring water into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249875311751342978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SNtNx_AIK4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3P_4LaXdYoM/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transportation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will have not driven in over 6 months by the time I return. That alone will be a weird feeling. In Thailand the driving system is opposite so I'm now used to driving on the left side of the road and the driver being on the right side of the car. In my mind, it's actually hard to remember which side American's drive on because i'm mixed between the two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I'm used to having a taxi at my side with the wave of a hand, anytime, anyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SNtMIiVHrOI/AAAAAAAAALw/DABiq2Ic_8I/s1600-h/100_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249873500168498402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SNtMIiVHrOI/AAAAAAAAALw/DABiq2Ic_8I/s320/100_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next time: movie theaters, shoes, straws and McDonald's delivery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-6356896141145936031?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/6356896141145936031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=6356896141145936031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/6356896141145936031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/6356896141145936031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-differences.html' title='The Little Differences'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SNtXjRjfrwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7h7iM16zo70/s72-c/100_2714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-3986823511861677728</id><published>2008-09-03T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:53:48.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These adorable kids deserve a blog of their own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5Oyx4o2nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hf9ItJUj1No/s1600-h/100_2643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241713650597157490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5Oyx4o2nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hf9ItJUj1No/s200/100_2643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5OzNtLauI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kb9HXagjbqE/s1600-h/100_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241713658065283810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5OzNtLauI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Kb9HXagjbqE/s200/100_2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5OzUBHxGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TBHjuSvPokg/s1600-h/100_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241713659759543394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5OzUBHxGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TBHjuSvPokg/s200/100_2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5Ozm6fxbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bVbEz-XfhvE/s1600-h/100_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241713664832030130" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5F22HnkdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/elhU4wWhfYU/s320/100_2679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5F3DSmwSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D-2i0xbdzUM/s1600-h/100_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241703828384301346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5F3DSmwSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/D-2i0xbdzUM/s320/100_2663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5F36H3njI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2xuz0UqtGSg/s1600-h/100_2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241703843103219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5F36H3njI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2xuz0UqtGSg/s320/100_2653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5CzlqfDxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aYLsn1R-hCc/s1600-h/100_2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241700470356905746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5CzlqfDxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aYLsn1R-hCc/s320/100_2689.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-3986823511861677728?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/3986823511861677728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=3986823511861677728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/3986823511861677728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/3986823511861677728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful People'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SL5Oyx4o2nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hf9ItJUj1No/s72-c/100_2643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-5009582258811875716</id><published>2008-08-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:38.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry for the long delay of writing!! It's been a busy month but a good one. Here is a short recap of some things that have been happening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ramkhamhaeng University weekly outreach. We hang and get to know the students in the common areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJiDOvbc5vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3qyPLPW_7Nw/s1600-h/100_2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231075256463845106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJiDOvbc5vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3qyPLPW_7Nw/s320/100_2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJiDPlULQBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IT4BIMVbRRY/s1600-h/100_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School Outreach. We got to teach English in a Muslim school to continue to build relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJiDQF8QxFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pAI-MCwboPY/s1600-h/100_2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231075279686911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJiDQF8QxFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pAI-MCwboPY/s320/100_2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-SCzEnFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CT258F7egq0/s1600-h/100_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069815644658770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-SCzEnFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CT258F7egq0/s320/100_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-SgolKyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zRvY26KLOOU/s1600-h/100_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069823653718818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-SgolKyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zRvY26KLOOU/s320/100_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spontaneous teaching at Mae Sot church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-SzWJaAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SLoEDqkd-vk/s1600-h/DSCN5705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069828676675586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-SzWJaAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SLoEDqkd-vk/s320/DSCN5705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute Thai ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-TXnn8UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PHk6Y140QDw/s1600-h/100_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069838413656386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-TXnn8UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PHk6Y140QDw/s320/100_2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-TlGt8jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AnjeIWNtCDE/s1600-h/100_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231069842033734194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh-TlGt8jI/AAAAAAAAAHE/AnjeIWNtCDE/s320/100_2459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh69-usY4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kKwu17BErYU/s1600-h/100_2468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231066172420285314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh69-usY4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kKwu17BErYU/s320/100_2468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231066183841813250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh6-pRzEwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/diQorAQUuI8/s320/100_2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231066165499707154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh69k8svxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/s1GG7XdWBFA/s320/100_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy adventures&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh6_LdmTuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pE7yP8iUAfs/s1600-h/100_2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231066193018113762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJh6_LdmTuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pE7yP8iUAfs/s320/100_2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/357795775295061688-5009582258811875716?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/5009582258811875716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=5009582258811875716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/5009582258811875716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/5009582258811875716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJiDOvbc5vI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3qyPLPW_7Nw/s72-c/100_2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-7792477081809740676</id><published>2008-06-29T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:00:43.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Arrival!!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I've been in the sweaty country for 3 days now! Up to this point I've just been settling, adjusting and observing. Tomorrow classes start, craziness beings and relationship building begins!! I've learned here that not being able to speak Thai does limit you quite a bit since English isn't so present. BUT, thankfully God transcends the nations and that He is the same God here in this place as little Bend, Oregon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now is the intensity of Bangkok - we take taxis mostly for transportation. I just feel I need to share my 2nd taxi experience. Let me warn you: problems come when the driver doesn't understand where you are wanting to go. So we were on our way back to "The Center" which is my new home/school/church on Ramkahmhaeng Soi 30. No matter how many times told this wonderful man in Thai where we wanted to go, he just did not understand because of our accent. But you see..he did not tell us he didn't know. Instead he decides that he needs to grace us with singing. This dear man obviously didn't enjoy the radio. No. So let me tell you about this singing...picture humming/moaning/speaking/singing all in one, in Thai. I felt like I was living a very mbad American Idol audition in real life but he was taking this serviously. It wasn't consistent though...it came in bursts. I cannot tell you the effort it took to keep myself composed. But really it was useless. When my friend Cindi turned around to look at me, I lost it completely. I was laughing so hard I was crying. Poor, poor taxi man. I feel really bad but I honestly couldn't control myself. Now after the singing subsided, we find ourselves WAY far from home. Not at all where we were supposed to be. The amazing singing might have just been a distraction to take us away from where we actually wanted to go or he may really not have understood us. I will never know. We eventually got home but it took a bit longer than it should have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So in addition to my taxi experience the adventures have begun. But in sitting backing and watching life here the past 3 days this is my first and very strong observation: this country of beautiful, smiley people need Jesus desperately. In this city of around 12 million people (and that is just big number to people until you are actually in the midst of the 12 million and it becomes incomprehendable), the Christian population is so little. I've heard different statistics but it's approx. 98% Buddhist and the rest is other. In the US where I'm so used to to going to a big city to find a big population of Christians, that's not the case here. Followers of Jesus are rare. It's not necessarily because they aren't being reached but it's the hardness of the hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's does it take to reach these people? Faithful, long term relationship building and more laborers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep on being reminded of this verse today- "The harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few. Therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers in to his harvest." Luke 10:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So pray with me for the church of Thailand for increase in faithful followers and disciples of Jesus to be able to reach out the HUGE population of a hard people to reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-7792477081809740676?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/7792477081809740676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=7792477081809740676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/7792477081809740676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/7792477081809740676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/06/arrival.html' title='..Arrival!!..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-6902412992274888346</id><published>2008-06-25T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:38.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Last Moments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sit here in the Seoul airport trying to figure what to do with myself before I get on to my last flight taking me to my new home, Bangkok, and thinking about all my last moments at home. I didn't really get many pictures, but the last few weeks have been saying lots of goodbyes to friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In about 20 mintues I will be off to a new place with new friends to meet and a new bed to sleep in. Scary but so exciting. Goodbye US (and Seoul)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I have more time, I will post about my fun vacation in Hawaii the past 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIa0lr4SvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1x89SO4vMVE/s1600-h/100_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215760809220131570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIa0lr4SvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1x89SO4vMVE/s320/100_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIadfAvE8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3U3TZlh0p1k/s1600-h/100_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215760412291568578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIadfAvE8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/3U3TZlh0p1k/s320/100_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIaLzIfuYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QDBmMgX0aJU/s1600-h/100_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215760108455180674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIaLzIfuYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QDBmMgX0aJU/s320/100_2042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-6902412992274888346?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/6902412992274888346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=6902412992274888346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/6902412992274888346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/6902412992274888346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-moments.html' title='..Last Moments..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SGIa0lr4SvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1x89SO4vMVE/s72-c/100_1306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-5931466966492318698</id><published>2008-05-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:39.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..San Jose..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family adventures are the best. Last week I got to visit family, some that I haven't seen in at least 4 years or so. Here's a glimpse of the craziness of basically 2 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzfWKcKCgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yAdVG51oy-c/s1600-h/100_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzfWKcKCgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yAdVG51oy-c/s320/100_1650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205280841186019842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new favorite little girl...my cousins daughter with her mom Naialie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzew6cKCfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tiNXmrquats/s1600-h/100_1488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzew6cKCfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tiNXmrquats/s320/100_1488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205280201235892722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava and great grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzeSKcKCeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J-jIPMyUmHk/s1600-h/100_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzeSKcKCeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J-jIPMyUmHk/s320/100_1464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205279672954915298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma  and  I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDza0qcKCdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_LLAUqQE7bE/s1600-h/100_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDza0qcKCdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_LLAUqQE7bE/s320/100_1413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275867613891026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and 2 of his 6 kids - my dad and aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzaUacKCcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s4cfwwQesEw/s1600-h/100_1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzaUacKCcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/s4cfwwQesEw/s320/100_1378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275313563109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful sister Rachel and aunt Gail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzZ2acKCbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1tBtbJ1Co-0/s1600-h/100_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzZ2acKCbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1tBtbJ1Co-0/s320/100_1337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205274798167034290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 of the 6 Estopare kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzZXqcKCaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1h-pYg6Ppfo/s1600-h/100_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzZXqcKCaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1h-pYg6Ppfo/s320/100_1328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205274269886056866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzYY6cKCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M1O58g9xGLY/s1600-h/100_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzYY6cKCZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M1O58g9xGLY/s320/100_1315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205273191849265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous cousin Morgan- congrats!!&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/357795775295061688-5931466966492318698?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/5931466966492318698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=5931466966492318698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/5931466966492318698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/5931466966492318698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/05/san-jose.html' title='..San Jose..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SDzfWKcKCgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yAdVG51oy-c/s72-c/100_1650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-1924196817955808650</id><published>2008-05-03T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:40.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Seattle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the privilege of spending the last 9 days in Seattle at the Foursquare Missions Training with the awesome FMI staff. It was a great time of teaching, connecting with other missionaries that are getting prepared to head out all over the world, make new friends and hearing from the Lord. Many, many hours of sitting in benches but so encouraging to hear the heart of the directors and leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much excitement I have from gathering a little bit more of the heart of God that I've grasped. His heart for people and His goodness is so incredible. The little bit that I'm starting to grab a hold of is so powerful. Without writing a whole book, I'll try to share a little bit from this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 1:14 "And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus became flesh and humbled himself and went to the people to be able to reach them. The Son of Man came to see and save. He sought out the people who needed Him. Jesus is the example of giving up our lives; humbling ourselves and going to find the people who need Him. Our job in to become incarnate to the land that God has called us to, wherever that is to share the love and freedom of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few thoughts from the training:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The diversity of the nations gives us the ability to hunger for something beyond ourselves. (J. Amstutz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We are desiring disciples of all nations, not converts in all countries. (J. Amstutz). We want to see true followers of the Christ increase not just the decision numbers rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you know you have a peach tree? It makes peaches. How do you know you have a leader? It makes leaders. (J. Amstutz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you dream big to do for the Lord if you knew you couldn't fail? (S. Donegan) Vision big and go after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't give away what I do not have. What is in my hand [life, heart] that I can give away? (S. Donegan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missionaries go to where the people are, they don't want for people to come to them. (G. Cline)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are called to be a missionary, don't stoop to be a king. (J. Loop) Whatever God has called you to is better than what may be seen as better in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, my wonderful friend Jenna and I drove to Seattle together and you'd think that between the both of the and step by step mapquest directions, we could make it easily to our hotel. Of course not. We had to take the worse way possible ending up downtown Seattle during rush hour and right at Safeco field right as a Mariners game was about to start. Brilliant, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB02XTZ6huI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cjkIz5BkBgg/s1600-h/100_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB02XTZ6huI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cjkIz5BkBgg/s200/100_1163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196369319029278434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All48 of us trainees-can you spot me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB03jjZ6hxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sUWiFFMSU14/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB03jjZ6hxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sUWiFFMSU14/s200/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196370628994303762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My amazing new friends Kathy, Krisnee and Jenna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB03cjZ6hwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iWTDbQ0Hrls/s1600-h/100_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB03cjZ6hwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iWTDbQ0Hrls/s200/100_1167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196370508735219458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Jenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB02-jZ6hvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Akg7tdpCV7o/s1600-h/100_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB02-jZ6hvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Akg7tdpCV7o/s200/100_1169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196369993339143922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/357795775295061688-1924196817955808650?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/1924196817955808650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=1924196817955808650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/1924196817955808650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/1924196817955808650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/05/seattle.html' title='..Seattle..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SB02XTZ6huI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cjkIz5BkBgg/s72-c/100_1163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-7069008303936800377</id><published>2008-04-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:47.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Memories Part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I honestly tried to make some kind of order to the pictures&lt;br /&gt;but it ended in frustration so I gave up. This is a little glimpse&lt;br /&gt;of all over Uganda. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model material? I think so. The amazing Ossanide Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SajZ6hrI/AAAAAAAAADc/gRUpzPUQZ5c/s1600-h/100_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192318774027126450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SajZ6hrI/AAAAAAAAADc/gRUpzPUQZ5c/s200/100_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SsTZ6hsI/AAAAAAAAADk/k-AFonkZZXA/s1600-h/100_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192319078969804482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SsTZ6hsI/AAAAAAAAADk/k-AFonkZZXA/s200/100_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SMjZ6hqI/AAAAAAAAADU/Eopp3IxwKog/s1600-h/100_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192318533508957858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SMjZ6hqI/AAAAAAAAADU/Eopp3IxwKog/s200/100_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another Kristen but Ugandan version!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7RDDZ6hoI/AAAAAAAAADE/UZdskpoPDpw/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7RDDZ6hoI/AAAAAAAAADE/UZdskpoPDpw/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192317270788572802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7RDDZ6hoI/AAAAAAAAADE/UZdskpoPDpw/s200/100_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All should experience the "uniqueness" of Pleasure Restaurant. If you are ever in Kigumba...you must give a try! Mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7QMzZ6hmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sm0Up4Ntads/s1600-h/100_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192316338780669538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7QMzZ6hmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sm0Up4Ntads/s200/100_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7QuzZ6hnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x_r2f1zUSWg/s1600-h/100_0249.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192316922896221810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7QuzZ6hnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x_r2f1zUSWg/s200/100_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7OmDZ6hkI/AAAAAAAAACk/9IjhdcuVPxY/s1600-h/100_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192314573549110850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7OmDZ6hkI/AAAAAAAAACk/9IjhdcuVPxY/s200/100_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7NnjZ6hjI/AAAAAAAAACc/hBOeTRq-Ooo/s1600-h/100_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7GjzZ6hbI/AAAAAAAAABc/d5xuGC3T6pk/s1600-h/100_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192305738801382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7GjzZ6hbI/AAAAAAAAABc/d5xuGC3T6pk/s200/100_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7NnjZ6hjI/AAAAAAAAACc/hBOeTRq-Ooo/s1600-h/100_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7F2jZ6hZI/AAAAAAAAABM/5ahskNL5OZA/s1600-h/100_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192304961412302226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7F2jZ6hZI/AAAAAAAAABM/5ahskNL5OZA/s200/100_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7NnjZ6hjI/AAAAAAAAACc/hBOeTRq-Ooo/s1600-h/100_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192313499807286834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7NnjZ6hjI/AAAAAAAAACc/hBOeTRq-Ooo/s200/100_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7S9DZ6htI/AAAAAAAAADs/46nC0SEYhL0/s1600-h/100_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192319366732613330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7S9DZ6htI/AAAAAAAAADs/46nC0SEYhL0/s200/100_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7I5jZ6hdI/AAAAAAAAABs/cz8TRlxL-gc/s1600-h/100_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192308311486793170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7I5jZ6hdI/AAAAAAAAABs/cz8TRlxL-gc/s200/100_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7HizZ6hcI/AAAAAAAAABk/SwWez0c1jUk/s1600-h/100_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192306821133141442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7HizZ6hcI/AAAAAAAAABk/SwWez0c1jUk/s200/100_0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7GODZ6haI/AAAAAAAAABU/rSlIO5Pj-CY/s1600-h/100_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192305365139228066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7GODZ6haI/AAAAAAAAABU/rSlIO5Pj-CY/s200/100_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7O6TZ6hlI/AAAAAAAAACs/r6lOCyqUQyk/s1600-h/100_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192314921441461842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7O6TZ6hlI/AAAAAAAAACs/r6lOCyqUQyk/s200/100_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-7069008303936800377?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/7069008303936800377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=7069008303936800377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/7069008303936800377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/7069008303936800377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories-part-2.html' title='..Memories Part 2..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA7SajZ6hrI/AAAAAAAAADc/gRUpzPUQZ5c/s72-c/100_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-6455635908870851558</id><published>2008-04-21T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:49.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to take a little trip down memory lane to 2 of the most memorable trips in the past years. This is the first of 2 trips that continued to fan the flame of me branching out in missionary mode! Hope you enjoy this as much as I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1vDzZ6hYI/AAAAAAAAABE/qtTkVvo1O3E/s1600-h/Barrow+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1vDzZ6hYI/AAAAAAAAABE/qtTkVvo1O3E/s320/Barrow+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191928056557241730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we are complaining about the snow in Bend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1urjZ6hXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jZlm22vLKHw/s1600-h/Barrow+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1urjZ6hXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jZlm22vLKHw/s320/Barrow+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191927639945414002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of me being forced to do something I didn't think I wanted to do at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1udTZ6hWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgI5w_VkXlM/s1600-h/Barrow+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1udTZ6hWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgI5w_VkXlM/s320/Barrow+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191927395132278114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm... polar bear for dinner anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1uOTZ6hVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F760BxaFGeE/s1600-h/Barrow+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1uOTZ6hVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/F760BxaFGeE/s320/Barrow+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191927137434240338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding in style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1tpzZ6hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KoIpX0q4J9o/s1600-h/Barrow+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1tpzZ6hUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KoIpX0q4J9o/s320/Barrow+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191926510369015106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the awesome youth we got to hang out an encourage for week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1smzZ6hTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0qPPmnunitQ/s1600-h/Barrow+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1smzZ6hTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0qPPmnunitQ/s320/Barrow+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191925359317779762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barrow, AK-The Top of the World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/KRISTE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-6455635908870851558?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/6455635908870851558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=6455635908870851558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/6455635908870851558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/6455635908870851558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories.html' title='..Memories..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SA1vDzZ6hYI/AAAAAAAAABE/qtTkVvo1O3E/s72-c/Barrow+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-4041717124264510971</id><published>2008-04-17T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:24:46.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Radiance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other night I fell asleep at my parents house watching a movie because it's nearly impossible for me to watch a whole movie starting after 8pm and stay awake for the whole thing. (Don't know why...) After waking up and leaving quickly so I wouldn't fall asleep again, I started to drive home. Because I had just waken up, it was late at night and the lights of the city were on-I guess my eyes hadn't quite adjusted yet so everything around me seemed to shine bright with this very intricate brilliance. I think the mix of me not being fully awake, the quietness of the night and my eyes focusing on things that they never see during the day, I felt like I was in some kind of wonderland or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when you are wearing the same contact prescription for a long time while your vision continues to get worse. When you finally get new contacts, it's like the world turns on. For some reason, everything actually seems more real than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things and more have been mulling around in my head the past couple of days. God is this and more. He is the brilliant radiance that makes everything come to life more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth." Psalm 50:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with Christ is like life with the right contact prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life with Christ is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; driving at night and all the lights are shining way bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a funny example but lately this has amazed me. The intricate design that shines through creation is blowing me away. Through Christ, new eyes are put on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-4041717124264510971?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/4041717124264510971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=4041717124264510971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/4041717124264510971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/4041717124264510971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/04/radiance.html' title='..Radiance...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357795775295061688.post-7380159319263352420</id><published>2008-04-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:30:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Adventure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and a sense of excitement is my first reaction of the possibility of opportunity to do something a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure is a part of my life that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the option and nudging of the Lord started to step out and go somewhere somewhat unthinkable in my mind, that's all I could think about. I've been waiting for the day when I would be released to step out of life here to go serve God and the people of another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors opened and plans falling into place, my mind was stuck in a place of this being surreal. How can this all be coming together? How can a desire that's been with me since as long as I remember actually be coming to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite understand it all though. I never ever thought that I would visit this part of the world in my life. It wasn't on my to do list or dreams for my life. Why would I want to go to a place that I know not much about and hadn't given much thought to. The Word says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Psalm37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the desire of my heart was not to go Thailand. I loved Africa and would go back in a heartbeat. I've always wanted to go to Europe and South America along with many other places around the world. My list was long but Asia was nowhere on that list. To be honest, it actually scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am thinking this can't be right. How can this be the leading of the Holy Spirit if I have absolutely no want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following verse after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commit you way to the Lord; trust in Him,and He will act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to think that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt; own desire that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; life is the desire that God will make come to pass as long as we are seeking after Him. Oddly enough, the desires of our heart aren't only for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The splash of cold water in the face started and the waking up to reality of the world not being about me was starting to happen. Yes, I'm getting the lesson of letting go of pride and taking up heart of humility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days and weeks following the initial spark of an adventure ahead, as I committed myself to the Lord and let go of all of my pre-determined plans for my upcoming path, I found that my desire was becoming for sharing the hope of Christ with the Thai. The incredibleness of God wiped away all that I had. No longer was it my desire to do what I wanted to do and go where I wanted to go but it became God cluing me in to His way and changing my heart to the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire that I once had has become one that He has place inside of me. There is no way I could have place this inside of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has done the exact opposite that I would have asked for but it's His plan and this process of learning how to surrender to the fullness that is in Christ is way better than sticking to my own deal. His desire that He has started to grow in me is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the start of abandoning all of me and my plan for the cause of Christ in an adventure I almost can't believe is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/357795775295061688-7380159319263352420?l=kristopare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/feeds/7380159319263352420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=357795775295061688&amp;postID=7380159319263352420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/7380159319263352420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/357795775295061688/posts/default/7380159319263352420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristopare.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventure.html' title='..Adventure..'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296189869804752446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3e7f-D8Nd4/SJmQe7Vp9XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SgRyg2DDpKw/s1600-R/100_21302.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
