<?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-6121083648484467672</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:48:10.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with my feet on the dash.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5845858185450811234</id><published>2009-08-16T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:30:43.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having to log into blogger from an email I no longer use was starting to drive me bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find blogger a little difficult to just use for sporadic posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I have moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hushupsittight.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://hushupsittight.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun here. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5845858185450811234?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5845858185450811234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5845858185450811234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5845858185450811234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5845858185450811234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/08/having-to-log-into-blogger-from-email-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7182461367454955764</id><published>2009-07-29T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:07:45.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SnBXekDg-8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RgoJqaYjdiU/s1600-h/_MG_7898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363883338784373698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SnBXekDg-8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RgoJqaYjdiU/s320/_MG_7898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really did it. Missing her already &amp;amp; I'm not sure it's been 24 hours yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7182461367454955764?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7182461367454955764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7182461367454955764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7182461367454955764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7182461367454955764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SnBXekDg-8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RgoJqaYjdiU/s72-c/_MG_7898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8657348324660613861</id><published>2009-07-22T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:51:42.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonshine.</title><content type='html'>This is my prayer at the moment; that I might be like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Philippians 4:8-9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to actually write about the things I've been thinking about and going through lately with the church plant, new job, moving out, family parting over the seas, personality types, life - but I think I need to find another avenue for that - I think some people actually read this, which was not my original intention. So I'm going to have to stick to random internet links, chatterings about books &amp;amp; sermons, music, photoraphs, movie trailers and random comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 40th anniversary of Apollo 11, so I felt like posting this amazing photo of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SmcIhu8UBHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lJ3YYnWUmDo/s1600-h/Apollo-11-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361263257037571186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SmcIhu8UBHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lJ3YYnWUmDo/s320/Apollo-11-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8657348324660613861?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SmcIhu8UBHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lJ3YYnWUmDo/s72-c/Apollo-11-36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7550702475709366125</id><published>2009-07-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:45:57.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More clever ads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ5s6PLB44U&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/DQ5s6PLB44U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njX_G2meJUo&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/njX_G2meJUo&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7550702475709366125?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7550702475709366125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7550702475709366125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7550702475709366125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7550702475709366125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-clever-ads.html' title='More clever ads...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5079802684050336786</id><published>2009-07-18T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:18:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour.</title><content type='html'>I think these have been around for a while, but I love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rV-wo0tzOk&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/5rV-wo0tzOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLUAbkRUvVQ&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/CLUAbkRUvVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5079802684050336786?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5079802684050336786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5079802684050336786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5079802684050336786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5079802684050336786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/colour.html' title='Colour.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4068857806827127531</id><published>2009-07-15T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:12:51.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church mansions.</title><content type='html'>This amazing architect, Christoph Moringhaus, designed these church buildings. Wow, I can not imagine what it would be like going to church in these buildings, kind of scary is one feeling that came to mind, and cold... but some of the window designs are pretty darn beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GvT9E7wI/AAAAAAAAAME/yD_p2anUVEE/s1600-h/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GvT9E7wI/AAAAAAAAAME/yD_p2anUVEE/s320/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358657647753359106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GvPK8QXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2n08-jzBy0g/s1600-h/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GvPK8QXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2n08-jzBy0g/s320/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358657646469333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3Gu4rSFcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rPVbGJPr0N8/s1600-h/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3Gu4rSFcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rPVbGJPr0N8/s320/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358657640430966210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GurnPHXI/AAAAAAAAALs/brdYqjovpdA/s1600-h/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GurnPHXI/AAAAAAAAALs/brdYqjovpdA/s320/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358657636924333426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GufwVmQI/AAAAAAAAALk/TSzeMkyk72Y/s1600-h/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GufwVmQI/AAAAAAAAALk/TSzeMkyk72Y/s320/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358657633741281538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4068857806827127531?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4068857806827127531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4068857806827127531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4068857806827127531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4068857806827127531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-mansions.html' title='Church mansions.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sl3GvT9E7wI/AAAAAAAAAME/yD_p2anUVEE/s72-c/CHRISTOPH_MORLINGHAUS_CHURCHES-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-2320676186875062921</id><published>2009-07-15T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:58:26.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please take me to see these movies. Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&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/PsD0NpFSADM&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;&lt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewisKyyuF78&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/ewisKyyuF78&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-2320676186875062921?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/2320676186875062921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=2320676186875062921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2320676186875062921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2320676186875062921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-take-me-to-see-these-movies.html' title='Please take me to see these movies. Thanks.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1883437396584073737</id><published>2009-07-14T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:04:15.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biblemap.org</title><content type='html'>This is comletely nerdy. But also very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblemap.org/"&gt;Biblemap.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1883437396584073737?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1883437396584073737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1883437396584073737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1883437396584073737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1883437396584073737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/biblemaporg.html' title='Biblemap.org'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7671034968356539127</id><published>2009-07-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:00:51.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything placed on a doily is ok by me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlSYK24vQjI/AAAAAAAAALc/wlKJhEd3MWc/s1600-h/bird+doily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356073169149968946" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlSYK24vQjI/AAAAAAAAALc/wlKJhEd3MWc/s320/bird+doily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6484887"&gt;Sooooound &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7671034968356539127?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7671034968356539127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7671034968356539127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7671034968356539127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7671034968356539127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/anything-placed-on-doily-is-ok-by-me.html' title='Anything placed on a doily is ok by me.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlSYK24vQjI/AAAAAAAAALc/wlKJhEd3MWc/s72-c/bird+doily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4641126252170706419</id><published>2009-07-08T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:47:45.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London calling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlSU7v3WHBI/AAAAAAAAALU/xZRD9GLlkvM/s1600-h/IMG_7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356069611032157202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlSU7v3WHBI/AAAAAAAAALU/xZRD9GLlkvM/s320/IMG_7918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4641126252170706419?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4641126252170706419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4641126252170706419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4641126252170706419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4641126252170706419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/london-calling.html' title='London calling.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlSU7v3WHBI/AAAAAAAAALU/xZRD9GLlkvM/s72-c/IMG_7918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6410626996528198545</id><published>2009-07-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:14:20.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xmarkjenkinsx.com/outside.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334348785999858" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlH4N2jWX_I/AAAAAAAAALE/-S_jw1pM8wo/s320/3171068730_db6591d1b1_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street installations in Europe. Click on the picture to go see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_YHdK6d9QY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_YHdK6d9QY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://c2.static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=" width="456" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.adgabber.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D546804%253AVideo%253A174019%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adgabber.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;AdGabber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://c2.static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=" width="456" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.adgabber.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D546804%253AVideo%253A173913%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adgabber.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;AdGabber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a random fact... some website calculated that I have lived for 8187 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6410626996528198545?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6410626996528198545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6410626996528198545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6410626996528198545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6410626996528198545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-things.html' title='A few things.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SlH4N2jWX_I/AAAAAAAAALE/-S_jw1pM8wo/s72-c/3171068730_db6591d1b1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8992616684899687401</id><published>2009-06-14T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:01:28.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Living Biblically.</title><content type='html'>This guy says he attempted to live according to the bible for a year and wrote a book about it. The video below makes it seem like all he did was grow a beard and walk around in a robe &amp; sandals. Not sure how this is actually living 'biblically' - but heck, I want to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qySpB4-4VV0&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/qySpB4-4VV0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8992616684899687401?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8992616684899687401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8992616684899687401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8992616684899687401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8992616684899687401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/06/year-of-living-biblically.html' title='The Year of Living Biblically.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5875215467584769536</id><published>2009-06-07T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:45:40.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philips Carousel.</title><content type='html'>This is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ3D4CqHbJM&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/lQ3D4CqHbJM&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5875215467584769536?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5875215467584769536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5875215467584769536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5875215467584769536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5875215467584769536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/06/philips-carousel.html' title='Philips Carousel.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5276108091787571081</id><published>2009-06-06T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:05:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jakes.</title><content type='html'>Since I'm sick in bed, it means I find a lot of cool stuff, and therefore I post a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could paste the video straight into here, but I can't, so click on it &amp;amp; watch! This guys voice is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/thejakes/videos/66388/Cough+Syrup"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/thejakes/videos/66388/Cough+Syrup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5276108091787571081?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5276108091787571081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5276108091787571081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5276108091787571081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5276108091787571081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/06/jakes.html' title='The Jakes.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3550051318774443798</id><published>2009-06-05T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:44:59.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; mucus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/mae/albums/%28m%29orning+EP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344100436285339314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SioPCFTMNrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/G6e-Qa3rMJ4/s320/mae+(m)orning+album+cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This new EP by one of my old favourites, Mae, is so lovely. I can't seem to find where to buy it though. Click on the album cover to listen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meanwhile... this is how i feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SioOZZLa7-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/gle28PZ8Dn0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344099737246822370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SioOZZLa7-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/gle28PZ8Dn0/s320/Snapshot_20090606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sick. I have a cough that feels like my throat is being slowed ripped away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good news is I made it through my first week at work, and tonight I am going to see The Middle East AND it's a long weekend: so there are more things to smile about. I love the Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3550051318774443798?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3550051318774443798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3550051318774443798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3550051318774443798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3550051318774443798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-mucus.html' title='Music &amp; mucus.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SioPCFTMNrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/G6e-Qa3rMJ4/s72-c/mae+(m)orning+album+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8505514224028388258</id><published>2009-06-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:46:19.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love a good ol' flash mob to lift your spirits.</title><content type='html'>Hammertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfxCnZ4Dp3c&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/vfxCnZ4Dp3c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;p.s. I think I have swine flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8505514224028388258?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8505514224028388258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8505514224028388258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8505514224028388258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8505514224028388258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-love-good-ol-flash-mob-to-lift.html' title='Gotta love a good ol&apos; flash mob to lift your spirits.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5817748137686082075</id><published>2009-06-04T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:32:04.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Virus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2dVCKq4_l6Y&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/2dVCKq4_l6Y&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;Pretty rad that Empire of the sun made it into this, I always get proud when I see aussie artists doing well, but that's besides the point, this video is rad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5817748137686082075?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5817748137686082075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5817748137686082075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5817748137686082075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5817748137686082075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-la-virus.html' title='Viva La Virus.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-209710509288970793</id><published>2009-05-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:03:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This guys site is a total tome killer, some of it's morbid or crass, but most of it is pretty darn cool. (&lt;a href="http://ml.hoogerbrugge.com/"&gt;visit)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-209710509288970793?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/209710509288970793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=209710509288970793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/209710509288970793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/209710509288970793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-guys-site-is-total-tome-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6172761886462059868</id><published>2009-05-27T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:09:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; reminds me of those amazing things you look into and spin around. Oh I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;create your own snowflake here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6172761886462059868?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6172761886462059868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6172761886462059868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6172761886462059868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6172761886462059868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/snowflake.html' title='Snowflake.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7778130794816696805</id><published>2009-05-27T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:39:15.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.breathingearth.net/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website freaks me out a little. Just sit and watch the population figure change in seconds... so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7778130794816696805?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7778130794816696805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7778130794816696805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7778130794816696805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7778130794816696805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/breathing-earth.html' title='Breathing earth.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8706838639921070568</id><published>2009-05-27T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:07:42.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Mr. President</title><content type='html'>One of the many reasons why I respect Mr. Piper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O68MByaMVdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/O68MByaMVdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how desiringGod.org puts these videos together, here is another one. You can't help but be affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTc_FoELt8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/PTc_FoELt8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8706838639921070568?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8706838639921070568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8706838639921070568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8706838639921070568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8706838639921070568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-mr-president.html' title='No, Mr. President'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3085229540674191615</id><published>2009-05-21T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:26:50.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence.</title><content type='html'>I have been pretty absent from this things lately, mainly because I've taken a good break from the internet, which has been lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, I've moved out into a little place in Newtown (just down the road from my church which is rad!) and I got a job; the job that I blogged about having a bad interview. I got through three interviews &amp;amp; then was offerred the position, crazy huh!? It's been a whirlwind couple of weeks! I don't actually start the position until June 1st, but man, getting there was pretty heavy; I had to do a presentation that was due the Monday after the weekend I moved &amp;amp; then I had to try &amp;amp; get them to raise the offerred salary because it was way too low!&lt;br /&gt;God is so good, I have no idea how I'd get through life without knowing of His complete &amp;amp; utter control over things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move to Newtown has been a massvie change; although I used to spend a large proportion of my time in Newtown, living here is a whole other story. We live surrounded by gothic shops, buddhist centres, cat apprecitation societies, brothels and homeless; it makes me feel... so... normal. I've already had one run-in with a crazy, yelling down the street, thank goodness my place has great security. Our (our, meaning mine &amp;amp; my flatmate Reanna) place is great, the convienence is amazing - I'm a minutes walk from everywhere. The main downside is that from about 7.30-10.45pm every night the Enmore theatre (my new neighbour) has their air conditioning on which vibrates quite loudly through our walls... pretty bad; I'm hoping I get used to it, quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another clear sign that I've moved out of home is that I'm watching Home&amp;amp;Away as I write this. Only people living out of home working full time jobs watch home&amp;amp;away... boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit homesick this week and so today, on my day off, I went home. I spent some cuddle time with my pups, breakfast with mum and the afternoon at the world press exhibition and a beer at the pub with dad. I have the greatest parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3085229540674191615?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3085229540674191615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3085229540674191615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3085229540674191615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3085229540674191615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/absence.html' title='Absence.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7670548502686812896</id><published>2009-05-02T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:53:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you amazon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/ref=amb_link_83555151_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;docId=1000354721&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=right-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0KG08JWKM1SRADA80WMK&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=1401&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=472274271&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=1000332231"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331239532717492002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxeG-AlRyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M9xACmqxlmY/s400/goat-indie-foil-top-a__V247777647_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have some catching up to do, fun :)&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/6121083648484467672-7670548502686812896?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7670548502686812896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7670548502686812896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7670548502686812896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7670548502686812896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-amazon.html' title='Thank you amazon.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxeG-AlRyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M9xACmqxlmY/s72-c/goat-indie-foil-top-a__V247777647_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4104930238927131440</id><published>2009-05-02T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:44:55.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession reflections.</title><content type='html'>I have been applying for full time positions ever since I got back from Kenya, nearly three months ago now (woah) and last Friday I got my very first interview. I was (and still am) very encouraged to get something, a response! The interview did not go as I had hoped but what it did do was give me huge insight into just how much I have gone backwards over the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that since my trip I have come back with a different persepective, not only that, but I've come back without the passion for the music industry that I once had in such a totally geeky way - now my passion has shifted to a focus on overseas or cross cultural mission. I look at this shift in two ways, I get sad remembering 'what was' and 'what could have been' when I think about certain decisions I made in the path I have chosen in taking the time off to go overseas and finish up my small business and wonder where I'd be now if I'd stuck to my business or stayed on at the music network - on the other hand, I also look at it with great thankfullness.&lt;br /&gt;Music used to be a total idol for me, it consumed my time, money, energy, devotion and so on, over the years this has shifted, slowly but surely and my desire has been moving closer to just wanting to glorify Christ in my every movement. For this change I am so thankful, but it has made me realise that living in this world, when that is your goal, is much harder. It's not a natural desire, living for music &amp;amp; success came much more naturally to me and the world gave me what I wanted when I saught after them. The more I look to Jesus, the more I realise that this world isn't it, it's just a part of it &amp;amp; heaven is the ultimate reward, remembering that what we do in this part is all to point to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting being a part of the large number of young job seekers in this recession, but it's just the way it is and I believe it's what God wants for me right now. He doesn't want to go backwards &amp;amp; fix the direction he has taken me... he chose it, it's perfect, it's unfolding, and I'm trusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4104930238927131440?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4104930238927131440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4104930238927131440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4104930238927131440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4104930238927131440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/recession-reflections.html' title='Recession reflections.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5100833157931084103</id><published>2009-05-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:23:12.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some piccies from easter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxXI8rdXsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xhg1U-zlVmE/s1600-h/easterbluemountains2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331231870138801858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxXI8rdXsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xhg1U-zlVmE/s400/easterbluemountains2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxXByffT7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Y62hC3Z58k/s1600-h/easterbluemountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331231747145158578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxXByffT7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9Y62hC3Z58k/s400/easterbluemountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6121083648484467672-5100833157931084103?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5100833157931084103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5100833157931084103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5100833157931084103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5100833157931084103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-piccies-from-easter.html' title='Some piccies from easter...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SfxXI8rdXsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xhg1U-zlVmE/s72-c/easterbluemountains2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7597864578011210382</id><published>2009-04-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:49:53.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveliness.</title><content type='html'>I have been taking a nice little break from technology the past week or so. It has been lovely and is really just a taste of what it will be like once I move out, it looks like I may be rid of internet in my new home, aside from communication purposes. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been blessed beyond understanding the past few weeks. I can not even understand why I am deserving of such blessing, but I accept with a thankful heart, with praise to the Father who gave it all to me. I've had the pleasure of enjoying many peaceful days in the blue mountains with family &amp;amp; friends (&amp;amp;even my puppies) - sleeping, reading, drinking much tea &amp;amp; good wine, wood fires, glorious day hikes, beautiful food, morning coffees, mind boggling &amp;amp; joy soaring sermons, sifting through antiques, playing scramble &amp;amp; uno, celebrating birthdays and soaking in Gods word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these blessings and I still know that I am not home yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7597864578011210382?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7597864578011210382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7597864578011210382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7597864578011210382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7597864578011210382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/04/loveliness.html' title='Loveliness.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5508416288675518072</id><published>2009-04-07T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:39:07.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends &amp; bookends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://premier.ticketek.com.au/shows/show.aspx?sh=SIMONGAR09&amp;amp;searchId=c04e1fbc-bb55-4f0f-9748-48802d2cdb26"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sds7B8bRZPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4O8UKt1nEUg/s400/s%26g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321912289254794482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be there. Broke as it will make me.&lt;br /&gt;I am willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5508416288675518072?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5508416288675518072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5508416288675518072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5508416288675518072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5508416288675518072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-friends-bookends.html' title='Old friends &amp; bookends.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sds7B8bRZPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4O8UKt1nEUg/s72-c/s%26g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-743862384696286447</id><published>2009-04-07T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:27:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack those bags.</title><content type='html'>In exactly a months time, I am going to be a resident of my very own apartment on Enmore Rd, Newtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye to being an irresponsible child. eek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss my dogs just thinking about it. oh, and of course my lovely folks! it will be interesting to see how I survive without them, but I look forward to the time when I'm writing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-743862384696286447?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/743862384696286447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=743862384696286447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/743862384696286447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/743862384696286447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/04/pack-those-bags.html' title='Pack those bags.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5164488994613148857</id><published>2009-04-02T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:32:29.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation. a road trip.</title><content type='html'>I am heading off with my family in half an hour to take the long road trip to Armidale (UNE) so that I can attend my graduation. To make it bearable my parents said that we can stop via the hunter valley on the way home for some wine tasting. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from work has let me borrow one of his lenses, so I look forward to reporting back with some lovely roadtrippin' photographs when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a whole weekend with my family. So nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5164488994613148857?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5164488994613148857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5164488994613148857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5164488994613148857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5164488994613148857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-road-trip.html' title='Graduation. a road trip.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7084537594643896775</id><published>2009-03-30T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:50:29.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette masterpiece theatre.</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for some great art to buy for my walls when I move out. Among many other talents, I found this... (click on the picture, beware, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;fall in love with these pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://silhouettemasterpiecetheatre.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SdC--ELKClI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HpDHDzfKzcU/s400/exactly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318961133406259794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7084537594643896775?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7084537594643896775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7084537594643896775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7084537594643896775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7084537594643896775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/silhouette-masterpiece-theatre.html' title='Silhouette masterpiece theatre.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SdC--ELKClI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HpDHDzfKzcU/s72-c/exactly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3032241988440545125</id><published>2009-03-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:09:31.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screech &amp; the 90s.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, I have a deep love for 90s teen tv shows, for example, the classic &amp;amp; witty 90210. I also love Saved by the Bell, who didn't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you've forgotten... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K4iTh1TL9g"&gt;(click here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my excitement at the whisp of 'reunion'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/49d0b5130ba4bd84/49cfd67c5175e760/2f48fac1/-cpid/f73acd32790f4038" id="W4727a250e66f972349d0b5130ba4bd84" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/49d0b5130ba4bd84/49cfd67c5175e760/2f48fac1/-cpid/f73acd32790f4038"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3032241988440545125?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3032241988440545125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3032241988440545125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3032241988440545125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3032241988440545125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/screech-90s.html' title='Screech &amp; the 90s.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7865624439321286748</id><published>2009-03-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:13:36.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beer_pong"&gt;Beer pong.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, I do want to play this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7865624439321286748?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7865624439321286748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7865624439321286748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7865624439321286748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7865624439321286748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1718517561233480970</id><published>2009-03-28T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:09:49.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing things.</title><content type='html'>Some guy shot things with a pellet gun and took photos. Rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sc33FMVYIaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p6Ue79Vu3hA/s1600-h/smash+bulb"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sc33FMVYIaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p6Ue79Vu3hA/s400/smash+bulb" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318178403576717730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the rest &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8763834@N02/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. didn't end up going to the inspection, they hiked up the price above my limit, lame)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1718517561233480970?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1718517561233480970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1718517561233480970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1718517561233480970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1718517561233480970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/smashing-things.html' title='Smashing things.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sc33FMVYIaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p6Ue79Vu3hA/s72-c/smash+bulb' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5263388421819710295</id><published>2009-03-27T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:57:58.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first inspection.</title><content type='html'>I'm going on my very first house inspection tomorrow. How strange. But oh so exciting. I'm almost positive that just like with my job applications a couple hundred other people will show up and win the competition. But here's for trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5263388421819710295?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5263388421819710295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5263388421819710295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5263388421819710295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5263388421819710295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-inspection.html' title='My first inspection.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6476620853593561585</id><published>2009-03-27T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:45:23.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the wild things are.</title><content type='html'>excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n495Tn7jn-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/n495Tn7jn-w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6476620853593561585?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6476620853593561585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6476620853593561585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6476620853593561585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6476620853593561585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-wild-things-are.html' title='Where the wild things are.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4437286133976470488</id><published>2009-03-25T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:35:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M. Ward has pretty video clips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIMVxQy0mCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/AIMVxQy0mCU&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4437286133976470488?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4437286133976470488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4437286133976470488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4437286133976470488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4437286133976470488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/m-ward-has-pretty-video-clips.html' title='M. Ward has pretty video clips.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7807867780707615401</id><published>2009-03-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:22:16.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like making lists.</title><content type='html'>Things are looking much better this week; as much as I am still desperate to find a proper job, I am entering this week with a new outlook &amp;amp; it's going to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be making some changes, &amp;amp; they are helping me get through this 'limbo' period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay focused on the music industry - not let discouragement sway me away from my chosen profession.&lt;br /&gt;2. Reduce my work hours at ticketek so I can spend more time working on church things, perhaps even one day a week devoted to resolved.&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise. more of it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading. I'm going to attempt to read just as much of Christian books as I am currently chewing up on fiction/biography.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend as little as possible. Reanna &amp;amp; I think we may have found a place in newtown, which means I'll be moving out in about a month, this means it's time to save as much as possible while I'm still rent free.&lt;br /&gt;6. Networking. for job opps. call old work mates &amp;amp; catch up. Update &amp;amp; pimp resume.&lt;br /&gt;7. Drive as little as possible. I think buses&amp;amp;walking are better, &amp;amp; cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;8. Print&amp;amp;frame Kenya paintings/photographs; re-organise bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;9. Start volunteering at juvenile prison on Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pack my lunch. every day. so that I do not gobble junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these changes will make this weird stage of life actually a pretty good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7807867780707615401?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7807867780707615401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7807867780707615401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7807867780707615401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7807867780707615401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like-making-lists.html' title='I like making lists.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6299779986189801619</id><published>2009-03-17T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:45:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fast forward please.</title><content type='html'>I just got 'another' rejection email, but this time from a job I was so positive about, a job I really felt qualified for and in with a shot. I even had some friends with connections recommend me. But when you're up against 350 other hopefuls, all of that is vapor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very difficult not to feel discouraged. I've started thinking I may be stuck in casual call center work for the next 6 months even. eurgghhh, the thought hurts my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started thinking about perhaps going to bible college while I wait for this financial crisis to nick off and leave us all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what God is planning with this whole thing, I'm sure I'm supposed to be growing and learning through this weird stage of my life, but I am already looking forward to the days where I can look back and say 'hey, I'm really thankful for that awkward stage of my life, I learned to really lean on Jesus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6299779986189801619?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6299779986189801619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6299779986189801619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6299779986189801619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6299779986189801619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/fast-forward-please.html' title='fast forward please.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3963842355920983264</id><published>2009-03-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:42:44.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I feel today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sbo4h2gb2jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WxcUEnb1SFU/s1600-h/flu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sbo4h2gb2jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WxcUEnb1SFU/s400/flu3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312620864655317554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3963842355920983264?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3963842355920983264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3963842355920983264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3963842355920983264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3963842355920983264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-how-i-feel-today.html' title='This is how I feel today.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/Sbo4h2gb2jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WxcUEnb1SFU/s72-c/flu3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-2758190167545345538</id><published>2009-03-12T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:33:04.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geAWmDCWYXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/geAWmDCWYXQ&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/80D0ylOqPJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/80D0ylOqPJ8&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-2758190167545345538?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/2758190167545345538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=2758190167545345538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2758190167545345538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2758190167545345538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/animal-love.html' title='Animal love.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6898797528768749501</id><published>2009-03-11T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:36:19.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raddison &amp;amp; I baked last night &amp;amp; she made this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiRFICtEdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LVYuv7M9xqQ/s1600-h/gingerbread+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiRFICtEdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LVYuv7M9xqQ/s400/gingerbread+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312155277727699410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it suits me better than the original.&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/6121083648484467672-6898797528768749501?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6898797528768749501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6898797528768749501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6898797528768749501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6898797528768749501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/gingerbread-face.html' title='Gingerbread face.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiRFICtEdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LVYuv7M9xqQ/s72-c/gingerbread+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4596054007231095995</id><published>2009-03-11T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:37:30.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love weddings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiPKwYHmnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-PfP-U8HxjQ/s1600-h/rach%26herdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiPKwYHmnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-PfP-U8HxjQ/s400/rach%26herdad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312153175431027314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely friend, Rachael, got married to Jeremy last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiNvIzHKcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FzWS-l9m6oY/s1600-h/rach%26mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiNvIzHKcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FzWS-l9m6oY/s400/rach%26mustang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312151601438730690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiOHdk8FjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uldjBtSnRdI/s1600-h/me%26rach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiOHdk8FjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uldjBtSnRdI/s400/me%26rach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312152019333289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was a bridesmaid, and she was (is) beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiO3Z0HCGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4LGTR-qa8TE/s1600-h/prettyjackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiO3Z0HCGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4LGTR-qa8TE/s400/prettyjackie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312152842956900450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this photo was taken by beth, thanks betty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4596054007231095995?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4596054007231095995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4596054007231095995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4596054007231095995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4596054007231095995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-weddings.html' title='I love weddings.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbiPKwYHmnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-PfP-U8HxjQ/s72-c/rach%26herdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4596394707596413406</id><published>2009-03-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:46:04.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick. reversed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grantmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbewaMC4TjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/whVyl8UYugA/s400/rendille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908249463180850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodness, how I miss seeing these beautiful faces each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I haven't posted any photographs from my trip yet really, this is only the second. Every now &amp;amp; again I'll post one, a good excuse for me to keep reliving the memories.&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/6121083648484467672-4596394707596413406?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4596394707596413406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4596394707596413406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4596394707596413406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4596394707596413406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/homesick-reversed.html' title='Homesick. reversed.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbewaMC4TjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/whVyl8UYugA/s72-c/rendille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8878145196429487262</id><published>2009-03-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:09:18.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News from kibera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbYCtP-uzKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RW-htu0eGwk/s1600-h/pato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbYCtP-uzKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RW-htu0eGwk/s400/pato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311435786937093282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pato. He's one of the Kenyan friends from Kibera slum whom I have kept in touch with since coming home. Last night he sent me this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hi sis, i and my school mates had come from sharing jesus with some prisoners, and nine of them gave their lives to jesus. that made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on our way back we got stopped by a five man gang with guns and they took our things but we were all left safe.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received such amazing emails of encouragement from a number of my Kenyan friends, their unstoppable fervor for the Lord is incredible. Contagious. I pray to be more like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8878145196429487262?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8878145196429487262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8878145196429487262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8878145196429487262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8878145196429487262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/news-from-kibera.html' title='News from kibera.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbYCtP-uzKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RW-htu0eGwk/s72-c/pato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8462378648451920132</id><published>2009-03-08T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:34:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enabled to stand.</title><content type='html'>All day I have been feeling yucky. Mainly about not knowing what to do, where to go, when to do it all &amp;amp; how it fits in. I over think things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me all day to give into the Spirits (wonderful) nagging, 'just go read God's word!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the bible in a year, and this was included in today's passages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for God, his way is perfect;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the word of the Lord is flawless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is a shield,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for all who take refuge in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For who is God besides the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And who is the Rock except our God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is God who arms me with strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and makes my way perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he enables me to stand on the heights.&lt;/span&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/6121083648484467672-8462378648451920132?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8462378648451920132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8462378648451920132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8462378648451920132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8462378648451920132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/enabled-to-stand.html' title='Enabled to stand.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8188633251591578225</id><published>2009-03-08T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:27:56.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a Snuggie?</title><content type='html'>Someone posted this on facebook. I couldn't resist re-posting it here. Hilarious. They kind of make people look like the monks from Sister Act - in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if we see a cult spring up from these bad boys. But, I kind of want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ais_video_player" height="342" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://media.ignitemedia.com/flare/video/ais_video_player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="videoID=ai195&amp;amp;bufferTime=5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="https://media.ignitemedia.com/flare/video/ais_video_player.swf" flashvars="videoID=ai195&amp;amp;bufferTime=5" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="342" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8188633251591578225?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6261614975455148492</id><published>2009-03-07T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T04:30:24.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, listening to transatlanticism, loud through my favourite headphones, whilst drinking tea, is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, I like to kid myself and think that it makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it does, a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6261614975455148492?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-2663824311499337079</id><published>2009-03-03T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:32:39.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Michael Scott.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkeAOtn6OLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/dkeAOtn6OLs&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Scott.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1806257262566041221</id><published>2009-03-02T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:26:20.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally depraved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;These are not my words, these are some snippets from a sermon on total depravity I listened to by John Piper yesterday. It blew my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31 - So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin, by its nature, is a falling short of the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 1:23 - exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images resembling mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are offered God himself as our treasure and we trade it for... you name it. The heart is a desire factory - it produces all kinds of alternative desires to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ask, where does God and His glory fit?, he's hardly even there - for the fallen, unregenerate, human being. His glory is simply not a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel the weight of sin when you use the list method, you have to bring God into the picture. The majesty, greatness of God and the pervasive demand of seeing and savoring his glory, that we don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 14:23 - But whoever has doubts is condemned if he eats, because the eating is not from faith. For whatever does not proceed from faith is sin.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is sin? Anything. The best things &amp;amp; the worst things. Anything that is not from faith, is sin. In other words, if you're not depending on God to teach you, enable you, empower you to do a thing so that He gets the glory... you're sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Peter 4:11 - whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength the God supplies–so that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we do, should be done, in reliance upon a redeemer to forgive us and an empowerer to enable us so that when it is done, the redeemer and the empowerer get the glory. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; that is not done that way is sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stop to think about this, it means that this world is simply drowning, in a sea of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I asked my son, 'I want you to wash the car, if you want to use it tonight to go to the basketball game.' And he gets really bent out of shape, and he hasn't set that in his schedule and he doesn't want to do it. And I said 'Barnabas, I don't want to be picky but that's the requirement, wash the car and sure you can have it tonight.' And he walks out of the room fuming at me, I am his father, that fuming at me is not a good thing, he should be willingly submissive, obey his dad, be thankful that he can use the car, wash it. He stomps out as thought he is not going to do as I say, and I notice an hour later that he is out in the drive way washing the car, and everything in his body is exuding 'I don't want to be doing this' and 'I'm angry at my dad for doing this'. Now he is doing what I told him to do, how does that make me feel? Is he obeying me? In the raw external sense, but not in the heart sense. He is being totally governed by principles different than his love for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way unbelievers build hospitals. It is a good thing that hospitals get built and it is a good thing that unbelievers build them. God wants compassion to abound in the world, but the attitude if you actually boil it down to God issues, which are the ones that count, they're oblivious of God, they are not relying upon God, they are not trusting God - they are giving him zero attention of their time. So God is like me watching my son wash the car. The car will be clean tomorrow and that's my will for my son to drive it, but, my son is in rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To listen to the rest of this sermon, go to, &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Seminars/2280_TULIP_Part_3/"&gt;http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Seminars/2280_TULIP_Part_3/&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/6121083648484467672-1806257262566041221?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1806257262566041221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1806257262566041221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1806257262566041221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1806257262566041221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/03/totally-depraved.html' title='Totally depraved.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6047818605503741853</id><published>2009-02-24T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:42:42.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debt, is, dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5YzI7b92L8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/z5YzI7b92L8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6047818605503741853?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6047818605503741853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6047818605503741853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6047818605503741853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6047818605503741853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/02/debt-is-dumb.html' title='Debt, is, dumb.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6967016993594607509</id><published>2009-02-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:27:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like a McCruelty with that?</title><content type='html'>So for the past couple of years I've been shocked and horrified by what I have learned about animal welfare amongst fast food chains, particularly, McDonalds, KFC &amp;amp; Hungry Jacks. I've never liked fast food, but on the odd road trip occasion when you're tired and a burger seems better than a service station doughnut (ick) I'll eat something. In the past month since being home I've been reminded three times of how I feel about this and have finally decided to make a stand and no longer eat fast food from chains where animal cruelty (e.g. caged chickens) takes place again. I'm not going vego, because I believe God has provided animals for us, under our authority and for food, but I do not believe in the abuse of something we have been given authority over, that's just messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this so that you can understand what goes on &amp;amp; perhaps you'll think about taking this stand with me. (don't let lil ol' pammy deter you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/swf/pam_kfc_320.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" height="255" width="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not have to do with fast food, but it's part of an Oprah ep I watched a few weeks ago. It's horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsesGP_CkDU&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/rsesGP_CkDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6967016993594607509?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6967016993594607509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6967016993594607509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6967016993594607509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6967016993594607509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-like-mccruelty-with-that.html' title='Would you like a McCruelty with that?'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7298208685619676536</id><published>2009-02-15T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:13:59.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored &amp; unemployed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SZgUNAlFVVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h7rRV222fKc/s1600-h/job-hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SZgUNAlFVVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h7rRV222fKc/s400/job-hunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303010774955152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Job hunting is the pits. There are a million jobs available for things you don't want, that you pretty much forget what you actually do want, and nobody gives you a chance to figure that out. I'm hoping that unemployment will be a rare occasion in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm not completely against all the extra time for reading in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7298208685619676536?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7298208685619676536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7298208685619676536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7298208685619676536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7298208685619676536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored-unemployed.html' title='Bored &amp; unemployed.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SZgUNAlFVVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/h7rRV222fKc/s72-c/job-hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3976465566525665368</id><published>2009-02-08T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:51:06.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good song, no, a great song.</title><content type='html'>Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;You always amaze me&lt;br /&gt;Let Your kingdom come in my world&lt;br /&gt;And in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the food I need&lt;br /&gt;To live through today&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me as I forgive&lt;br /&gt;The people that wrong me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead me far from temptation&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me from the evil one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look out the window&lt;br /&gt;The birds are composing&lt;br /&gt;Not a note is out of tune&lt;br /&gt;Or out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk to the meadow&lt;br /&gt;And stare at the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Better dressed than any girl&lt;br /&gt;On her wedding day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should I worry?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I freak out?&lt;br /&gt;God knows what I need&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Is now advancing&lt;br /&gt;Invade my heart&lt;br /&gt;Invade this broken town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Is buried treasure&lt;br /&gt;Would you sell yourself&lt;br /&gt;To buy the one you've found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you told me&lt;br /&gt;That you are strong&lt;br /&gt;And you love me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is strong&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be Thy name&lt;br /&gt;Above all names&lt;br /&gt;Your kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Your will be done&lt;br /&gt;On earth as it is in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Give us, today, our daily bread&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us weary sinners&lt;br /&gt;Keep us far from our vices&lt;br /&gt;And deliver us from these prisons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Love Is Strong by Jon Foreman&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/6121083648484467672-3976465566525665368?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3976465566525665368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3976465566525665368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3976465566525665368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3976465566525665368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-song-no-great-song.html' title='A good song, no, a great song.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4666182247516647985</id><published>2009-01-05T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:31:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Kibera.</title><content type='html'>There are very quite different worlds here in Kibera, which mean that the poverty and heart ache do not hit you straight away. There is a shell of smiles, loud music, friendly people &amp;amp; thriving business and so it takes a few days of getting to know some of the people and get in a bit deeper for things to hit you emotionally. When you come somewhere like this you expect to be hit with a wave of grief at the sights you see around, but I just haven't. The majority of people living here choose to do so, and one of my YCT friends even said she wouldn't choose to live anywhere else, she loves it here - but then you probe further and she admits she would not want to bring up kids here. So it's really opened my eyes to see the media's tricks in how they portray slums. These people generally love living here and are happy, and a lot of NGO's come in saying they know what the peoples needs are and unsuccessfully try to fufill them. Patrick, our YCT leader was explaining a lot of that to me the other day, he sees it happen so often that he wants to help set up a placement type organisation to tell people who come in what the needs in Kibera truely are, he knows because he's grown up here and has now devoted his life to ministering in it. He told me the main need is teaching people how to set up and run businesses because the parents will leave very early in the morning and not return till about 8pm that night, leaving their kids to look after themselves, but the 'looking after' but doesnt happen, they will often go without breakfast and lunch, they will wear the same clothes almost every day until they are unwearable and they run around the slum in the muck &amp;amp; without anyone to discipline and care for them in the day. We ran two days of kids programs with the YCT team this week and those were the kids that came along. The little boys will very often be in tattered dresses because that's all they have and the smell of the kids when you hug them makes you sick in the stomach. It was such a joy to spend time with them though and care for them and we shared the story of Noah &amp;amp; the ark about Gods faithfullness (which we were told to teach them all very last minute, T.I.A). Then yesterday we spent the whole day at a childrens home, running a church service, classes and games for the kids which was such a joy! The family vibe they have there was amazing, and the kids are inspiring to be around. One example of why a kid was there was because when he was about 5 his father killed his mother, but now he is praising God because if he had not ended up at the orphanage he would not have heard about the love of Jesus. It blew my mind, these kids are just so strong they really put me to shame. I'm not sure what I would do without my parents.Even just this morning we whent to an another orphanage just for ages 0-3, mainly abandoned babies, and i spent hours just nursing tiny little babies, over 80% of them (and in fact all people in kibera) HIV positive, and a number of them malnourished and with disabilities. It is so impossible to imagine that anyone could look into their eyes and then abandon them.The effects of the riots this time last year are pretty stark as well, we've been visiting some of the YCT members homes and hearing about their lives and how during the fighting they would hide under their beds at night, walk over bodies in the street and had a family friend burnt alive. It's pretty hard stuff to hear, but when they talk about it they say it with such blank, matter of fact tone that you almost don't even register what they've just said. Kenyans just pick up the peices and keep living life. And the YCT members just trust God with all their hearts, they're a real challenge to me.Another challenge that we have witnessed first hand here is the bible teaching.They have what they call 'African theology' - most pastors are not trained and equipped to teach from the bible, and they therefore more often than not pull out a verse from the bible and teach a message completely out of context. They are also very into things like prophesy, (where they predict the future saying that God has spoken these things to them) and we witnessed this first hand early in the week, the things prophesied were very clearly not from the bible. It's a big problem here and is a big hurdle that the YCT team come into contact with continuously. We have been seizing the opportunity to open up our bibles at every opportunity that we get, showing it's importance and priority in our lives. Please pray for Kenyan committed Christians to be able to go to bible collage, Kibera is in such need of trained pastors who are not foreigners, so that people are not being lead into confusion and false teachings.Tomorrow is a day off which we are all pretty excited about, we're going to go and find western food and see a movie! Thank you so much to all for your emails and prayers. I love hearing your news and God is really answering prayers so evidently. There is so much for us to do here and we were originally worried that we would be ineffective and idle - it's been quite the opposite!Happy new year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4666182247516647985?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4666182247516647985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4666182247516647985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4666182247516647985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4666182247516647985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-kibera.html' title='Life in Kibera.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-2403541386729199168</id><published>2009-01-05T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:31:04.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of the next chapter.</title><content type='html'>I have realised that my emails have been very very long, I'm sorry to put you through the guilt of not really reading all of them. Every time I begin writing to you again I say "I'll try and be brief" and I really do try! It's impossible to be experiencing the things I am and then confine them to two paragraphs on a page. I so long to send you some photos, but I don't think that I'll be able to do that maybe until I'm in Thailand, or when I get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now back from northern Kenya and we have now settled into our new home for the next 3 weeks on the outskirts of Kibera slum in Nairobi. It's very surreal to be in Kibera after such a long time of reading about it, seeing it on the news (if you can remember the politcal violence which arose this time last year) and seeing photos - to now being in it! I'm not sure it has actually quite sunk in yet. We've only walked in amongst it twice and it's only been a day and a half, so I'm so I'll have much more to say about it later on, but if you want to get a feel for where I am, just go to youtube or google and type in 'Kibera Slum, Nairobi' and you'll get a good sense. There are over 1.3 million people living here in this tiny area, it's pretty overwhelming. But the ministry that Youngsters for Christ (who we are working and living with for our remaining time in Kenya) is amazingly inspiring and encouraging. The young people running it (all about 20-25ish) all grew up in slum and have now devoted their lives to helping people in Kibera and telling them about Jesus, giving them hope. So it's an absolute privledge to be working with them. They also have an intense humour, laughter is constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had blessed Christmas days! I had a very interesting Christmas indeed, I don't think I could have ever imagined spending Christmas away from my family in desert Kenya, but God was good and really blessed us with a joyful focused on his son. We kicked off the day with church (not sure if I have mentioned this yet, but if you get out of church under 3 hours you're lucky!) - the youth put on a play of the Christmas story which even though was all spoken in Rendilie, it was hilarious and entertaining, Kenyans are great entertainers!! And we knew most of the youth from camp which was special.&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to the Swanepoels for an amazing roast lunch, myama choma (roast meat, in this case goat) and all the sodas we could stomach! It was the bext Christmas present! It's amazing how food becomes such a luxury when you're away from home, we have been craving things we don't even eat that much back home, like chocolate, coke, fruit and salad! I then actually spent the afternoon in the back of Nick &amp;amp; Lynne Swanepoels land rover cramped up with about 15 rendilie as we dropped off an elderly man who have been bitten by a scorpian earlier Christmas morning back to his hut. It was quite disturbing to see him, he barely looked alive, and who knows whether he will even survive. The scorpian bites happen daily up north and are worse than any snake bite you can imagine, they are largely fatal and cause the most agonizing pain you can imagine. We saw quite [at this point in my email the computer just shut down randomly, so now i'll have to re-type a far amount, I've now started to get use to this in Kenya, things just break, or don't work A LOT, or planned things don't happen or people don't show up etc, they saying we've taken a liking to is 'T.I.A' - meaning This Is Africa] a lot of scorpians around, so praise God that none of us were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We then spent the evening saying our goodbyes to the three South Africans who had spent the past three weeks up north with us, and the Swanepoels, which was quite emotional because we really had created a beautiful family up there. I am so thankful to God for Grant &amp;amp; Loki Swanepoel and how they looked after us. They are an amazingly selfless &amp;amp; faithful couple, please remember to thank God for them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;We left at 4am the next morning back into the army truck we drove up in and I sat on to front roof to watch the sun rise up over the beautiful northern kenyan desert mountains, I am so hopeful I will return there in the future. My time has run out but I'll breifly mention our safari in the Samburu national park... incredible! we just drove around freely in our big truck and chased hordes of elepants and a leopard, and buffallo, giraffe, warthogs, antelopes and i had breakfast sitting on a log with baboons. I think that gives you a enough of a taste of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please pray for our ministry in Kibera, and for my heart, it is very weak when it comes to poverty and suffering and Kibera is FULL of it. Please pray that we will be effective and encourage many lives for Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-2403541386729199168?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/2403541386729199168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=2403541386729199168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2403541386729199168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2403541386729199168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning-of-next-chapter.html' title='Beginning of the next chapter.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5391809085337694174</id><published>2008-12-29T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:00:49.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters from kenya...</title><content type='html'>so i haven't been able to access this blog since being in kenya, but i have been able to send out a few email news letters. so since i now have a chance to get on here i thought i'd just paste in the newsletters so that those not receiving my emails can read. they are long, so i'm sorry for that, feel free to just skim. believe me, if you were here you'd have as much to say as i do! it's hard to cut things down! enjoy. &amp;amp; merry christmas!!! hope it was a joyful day for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, this is Jackie on behalf of Katie. She has had a bit of trouble with internet access and for some reason couldn't update her blog or send a mail out to you all. But she has managed to send me her first update to pass on to you all, enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letter one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujambo!&lt;br /&gt;I have now been in Nairobi Kenya for two days, I arrived with most of&lt;br /&gt;the team early yesterday (kenyan time, it's now Monday 10pm here) so&lt;br /&gt;as you can imagine, the jetlag has set in! I'm exhausted, so as much&lt;br /&gt;as I would LOVE to send you a long, detailed email about things so&lt;br /&gt;far, I need to prioritise getting to bed soon, but i really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;get in contact with you all at least briefly before out team jumps in&lt;br /&gt;a big army truck on Wednesday and begins out 15 hour journey to Korr,&lt;br /&gt;in the north of Kenya, where we will be spending three weeks living&lt;br /&gt;with the Rendilie people and having out youth camp etc. it is highly&lt;br /&gt;likely that I wont have internet access the entire time while I'm&lt;br /&gt;there, so you may not hear anything from me until i return to Nairobi&lt;br /&gt;after Christmas. I will have my mobile (+61418402405) which is on&lt;br /&gt;global roaming, but i highly doubt there will be any reception there&lt;br /&gt;either, but if you feel like sending a msg in the next few days I may&lt;br /&gt;get it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bit of a blur the past couple of days, the travel over was&lt;br /&gt;longer than i've experienced in a very long time, 10 hours to&lt;br /&gt;Guangzhou China, then a 7 hour layover, then another 12 hours to&lt;br /&gt;Kenya. I'd love to tell you our hilarious (and kind of worrying)&lt;br /&gt;stories with the Guangzhou airport officials disappearing with our&lt;br /&gt;passports for hours, but i don't have much time and I'm sure you're&lt;br /&gt;more interested in what it's like in kenya. but thank you for your&lt;br /&gt;prayers, we all arrived safely, and the whole thing went very&lt;br /&gt;smoothly, I slept a lot on the flight over and felt completely at&lt;br /&gt;peace (I'm usually a terrible flyer!!), so praise God for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying in over Kenya was amazing, I had a window seat and just peared&lt;br /&gt;out over the beautiful green land, covered in mountains and even&lt;br /&gt;spotted a few tiny specs of giraffe profiles which got the heart&lt;br /&gt;racing for sure! I was landing in Africa! if i got excited about&lt;br /&gt;seeing little girrafe specs you can imagine how excited i was to see a&lt;br /&gt;whole group of about 7 just hanging out near the airport when we were&lt;br /&gt;being driven to our lodge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nairobi is the capital, and there are people everywhere! it even seems&lt;br /&gt;like there might be more cars than people, the streets are insane, i&lt;br /&gt;just get the giggles all the time when we are driving somewhere&lt;br /&gt;because there are no lanes, and everyone just drives where ever they&lt;br /&gt;want to, it's a complete free for all, and if you're not pushy about&lt;br /&gt;it, you get no where! the Matatos are everywhere as well, they are the&lt;br /&gt;main mode of transport for kenyans, like buses but they kind of look&lt;br /&gt;like those crazy 'wicked' vans that you see backpackers use around&lt;br /&gt;Aus, and people just hop on and off, and there doesn't seem to be a&lt;br /&gt;limit to how many people they squeeze in there. We haven't ridden one&lt;br /&gt;yet, but I'm sure we will when we're living in Kibera slum next month.&lt;br /&gt;there are these strange giant white vultures (birds) that sit on top&lt;br /&gt;of most of the trees which is so weird to see when you're in a city,&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't really feel like a city at all, every building seems&lt;br /&gt;half built, and it the majority of housing is pretty horrible, the&lt;br /&gt;shiny new fancy cars completely contradict the way they live but i&lt;br /&gt;guess that's what a lot of people seem to prioritise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people here are beautiful, Kenyans are mainly tall and slim and&lt;br /&gt;just have beautiful smiley faces, we have felt so welcomed by them so&lt;br /&gt;far which makes it much easier to be here away from home. We are&lt;br /&gt;staying currently in Mayfield lodge which is where all the AIM&lt;br /&gt;missionaries stay when they're passing through, so it's been amazing&lt;br /&gt;getting to chat with people from all over the world and hear about the&lt;br /&gt;work that God has called them to do in different parts of Africa. we&lt;br /&gt;thankfully have wonderful toilet/shower facilities here which has been&lt;br /&gt;a nice welcome too, i've been told my shower tonight may be my last&lt;br /&gt;hot, and proper shower in a long while, so I'm going to enjoy every&lt;br /&gt;second! We've basically just been having orientation classes and&lt;br /&gt;languages classes so far, our Kiswahili teacher is fantastic, his name&lt;br /&gt;is Ezekial and we pretty much end up spending 80% of the class&lt;br /&gt;laughing our heads off, he is hilarious, and I'm loving learning the&lt;br /&gt;language, I seem to be picking it up alright because of the bit of&lt;br /&gt;study i did before coming, which has really helped! but I still feel&lt;br /&gt;like an idiot speaking it to Kenyans, they politely just laugh or&lt;br /&gt;smile in response because we sound so Australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team I'm with are lovely and we all seem to be getting along&lt;br /&gt;really well, we are all very different and from different backgrounds&lt;br /&gt;which could have potentially been a tension builder, but it seems to&lt;br /&gt;have worked in our advantage, but please do pray that this bond will&lt;br /&gt;remain, and grow each day, as the next 2 months will be a reall&lt;br /&gt;challenge and we will really need to step up and support and love each&lt;br /&gt;other in ways we never have had to before, especially since we only&lt;br /&gt;met a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I began to realise how tough this trip is actually going to&lt;br /&gt;be, I'm extremely excited to get going, but we're really going to be&lt;br /&gt;roughing it, and in Korr we'll be getting an opportunity to really&lt;br /&gt;live like the rendelie people do, which is great, but also frightening&lt;br /&gt;because they have cultural traditions that are so foreign to me, e.g.&lt;br /&gt;drinking animal blood, working in extreme heat etc, So I do feel a bit&lt;br /&gt;anxious about how I will react to those sorts of things but what's a&lt;br /&gt;mission trip without pushing the boundaries of my comfort? I'm&lt;br /&gt;positive my boundaries are going to be pushed, and that will be a&lt;br /&gt;great learning, growing experience for me. We've also been told that&lt;br /&gt;when we get back to Nairobi, we will actually be living 'in' kibera&lt;br /&gt;slum, for the three weeks that we work with the kids there. that blew&lt;br /&gt;my mind because i've been looking at photos, seeing video etc of the&lt;br /&gt;place and even that is a shock, but to live amongst those people and&lt;br /&gt;experience how they live their life will be just amazing, (but really&lt;br /&gt;really tough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'm going to go enjoy my last beautiful hot shower in a while,&lt;br /&gt;prepare my devotion that I've been asked to give tomorrow at breakfast&lt;br /&gt;(yes, they just come up to you and ask you to prepare something for&lt;br /&gt;all the guests... no pressure or anything, haha) and then hopefully&lt;br /&gt;get some good, deep rest for more language leanring and training&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. The basic rundown of my coming weeks is - Tuesday night we&lt;br /&gt;stay just outside of nairobi in a German mission camp because it is&lt;br /&gt;their truck that we will be traveling to korr in with two of their&lt;br /&gt;teams, and then we head off on our 15 hour adventure across kenya (to&lt;br /&gt;korr) around 5am on wednesday morning. when we arrive in Korr we will&lt;br /&gt;have a few days to get to know the area, the people and various&lt;br /&gt;ministries that are going on there before heading off to prepare for&lt;br /&gt;our youth camp which will take place about an hour away from korr.&lt;br /&gt;then next week we will have our youth camp, then we go back to Korr,&lt;br /&gt;help build/paint a house for one of the missionary couples how have&lt;br /&gt;just moved there, and spend Christmas there with them before heading&lt;br /&gt;back to Nairobi (i think that in between Korr and coming back to&lt;br /&gt;Nairobi we may do a safari, but we haven't really been told yet). then&lt;br /&gt;when we get back here we will move over to kibera slum for the last&lt;br /&gt;three weeks. so that's a bit of a run down to give you an idea of&lt;br /&gt;where i'll be over the next little while as i won't unfortunately be&lt;br /&gt;in much contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for safety as we travel on Wednesday, for good health, for&lt;br /&gt;the rendelie people that they would welcome us and that we would form&lt;br /&gt;great relationships with them, and for the youth camp, that the time&lt;br /&gt;spent with the Kenyan youth there looking through ephesians and just&lt;br /&gt;hanging out will be blessed and fruitful! Please pray for me as I&lt;br /&gt;learn to trust God more, I'm starting to remember how far away I am&lt;br /&gt;from you all, especially my family, and I need to stop dwelling on&lt;br /&gt;that and focus on the adventure to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this has been long &amp;amp; rambly, I'm still jetlagged and I'm very&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed by all of the sudden changes and overload of information&lt;br /&gt;i'm being fed, so who knows what I've just written. i hope it's&lt;br /&gt;helpful for you to know what i'm up to and where I'm about to head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've already begun falling in love with this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, and prayers. Hope all is well in Aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala salama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letter two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, this is Katie's sister again emailing you a few bits and pieces of Katie's news. Internet access will continue to be rare. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Korr late Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;night after spending the entire day travelling in this hilarious&lt;br /&gt;german army truck and everyone has told us how rare it is to arrive in&lt;br /&gt;one day with no break downs of trouble along the way!! so God really&lt;br /&gt;blessed us with that. the trip was AMAZING! i got to see soooo much of&lt;br /&gt;Kenya, it's a beautiful country! and we saw elephants! and antelopes!&lt;br /&gt;And we weren't even in a national park yet! The villages are incredible. We drove out to&lt;br /&gt;visit one of the clans yesterday in Korr (there are 8 clans and 53&lt;br /&gt;little moving villages around Korr) and it blew my mind. Think of the&lt;br /&gt;simplest and toughest way to live and this was it, remember that this&lt;br /&gt;is in the middle of the desert. about 20 kids came to shake our hands&lt;br /&gt;all practically naked and each time we would greet them they would&lt;br /&gt;giggle uncontrollably because seeing a bunch of wazungu's (white&lt;br /&gt;people) is so so rare for them. they followed us everywhere while we&lt;br /&gt;were taken on a tour of the village. the women look about 70 but are&lt;br /&gt;apparently only 30/40 (the sun and hard life ages them) the life&lt;br /&gt;expectancy of a rendilie is about 39! the rendilie warriors stun me to&lt;br /&gt;quiet respect, they look amazing! they are lathered in colourful&lt;br /&gt;beads, and red cloths with feathers on their heads and their hair is&lt;br /&gt;really long done up in tiny tiny braids which is died red and falls&lt;br /&gt;down their back. we gave them a ride back into town and they sat by us&lt;br /&gt;on the back of the trucks, and i felt like i was around royalty. they&lt;br /&gt;rarely get in cars so they were laughing out the sides, but my eye&lt;br /&gt;kind of stuck on their huge gun to make sure it didn't go off, haha,&lt;br /&gt;their guns make them a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;i could talk forever about the Rendilie people, it is such an honor to&lt;br /&gt;be living here with the Swanepools, they are an amazing missionary&lt;br /&gt;family and have really really challanged me about Gods purpose for my&lt;br /&gt;life. The life out here is TOUGH, and that would even be an&lt;br /&gt;understatement, it's super hot, just alll the time, and the water&lt;br /&gt;tastes gross because of the filtering but you have to drink it because&lt;br /&gt;otherwise you get too weak. my health has been good, praise God, I've&lt;br /&gt;only been sick once because i took my malaria tablet on an empty&lt;br /&gt;stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will attend our first Rendilie church service tomorrow morning, and&lt;br /&gt;then in the afternoon we will make our way to Ngudunit for camp (about&lt;br /&gt;an hour from here), we have to perform a song in church tomorrow and&lt;br /&gt;then next sunday we have to run the entire service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letter three...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since I wrote to you last. It's going to be&lt;br /&gt;absolutely impossible to update you on all of the things I so long to&lt;br /&gt;share with you all, so I'll attempt to just pick out a few things. I&lt;br /&gt;actually started writing this email to you 3 days ago and then had to&lt;br /&gt;run off to a team meeting and haven't had time to get back on the&lt;br /&gt;internet since. We've been back in Korr from camp now for about 4&lt;br /&gt;days, I absolutely love it in Korr, in fact I love all of northern&lt;br /&gt;Kenya (at least the places I've been), I'm going to be very reluctant&lt;br /&gt;to leave and go back to Nairobi. The beauty here is to much to explain&lt;br /&gt;in words, every day is so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with tell you a bit about camp, especially since a lot of&lt;br /&gt;you helped pay for campers to attend and eat etc (your money &amp;amp; your&lt;br /&gt;prayers were such a blessing for these teens to get to come to camp).&lt;br /&gt;We returned from Ngurunit (about an hour from Korr in between a bunch&lt;br /&gt;of incredibly beautiful giant mountains) where the camp was held. The&lt;br /&gt;first couple of days we stayed with the Knowles family (missionary&lt;br /&gt;family who have been living there for about 13 years, they have 7&lt;br /&gt;really beautiful kids whom we have really befriended here) and helped&lt;br /&gt;get the campsite ready, buidling chos (pit toilets), gathering Kuni&lt;br /&gt;(firewood) etc and then before we knew it the campers arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in a little nursery room with all of the girl campers, on the&lt;br /&gt;floor, that was an experience. It was very crowded, and loud and&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable - but it was also great to live within a close proximity&lt;br /&gt;to the girls for a week, and show them that we were there for them and&lt;br /&gt;not for ourselves. The girls would get up around 4am each morning to&lt;br /&gt;fill up their buckets and get showers, and i still have bruises from&lt;br /&gt;the cement floor, so not too much sleep was had - but thankfully since&lt;br /&gt;we have been back in Korr we have had some great time to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was such an amazing experience, the campers were from all&lt;br /&gt;around Northern Kenya and at first I really struggled with the culture&lt;br /&gt;gap between us. I felt so different, and the truth was, I was&lt;br /&gt;different. The way I have grown up is so opposite to them, and&lt;br /&gt;connecting with them at first was a real challenge because I felt like&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say that would interest them. God really answered my&lt;br /&gt;prayers though and by the end of the week and was able to connect with&lt;br /&gt;a number of the girls in my discussion group and have some great&lt;br /&gt;conversations with the boys too. The girls here are SO shy, they tend&lt;br /&gt;to cover their faces whenever they smile or laugh, and the boys are&lt;br /&gt;opposite, they are hugely outgoing and will come striaght up to you&lt;br /&gt;and ask you immediate questions about your life and what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most encouraging thing about the camp was the amazing teaching&lt;br /&gt;from Gods word. The talks were so faithful, and the gospel was&lt;br /&gt;presented over and over in such a clear way. Remember in your prayers&lt;br /&gt;to praise God for his faithful servants here in Northern Kenya, the&lt;br /&gt;missionaries and Kenyan pastors are so solid in their bible knowledge&lt;br /&gt;and the churches here are getting really top notch teaching. I've&lt;br /&gt;really notcied that here, even the bible translation program here in&lt;br /&gt;Korr is an incredibly long, intricate process to ensure that it is as&lt;br /&gt;accurate as humanly possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day we would spend a large number of hours in the church singing,&lt;br /&gt;and hearing Ephesians explained, more singing, tesitmonys, more&lt;br /&gt;singing, devotions, more singing... and more singing. Our butts got&lt;br /&gt;really tough by the end of the week, we thought we'd never be able to&lt;br /&gt;sit down every again, the benches were tiny wooden planks and we would&lt;br /&gt;sit for hours on end! It was a real test of my patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would then break into discussion groups, have chai, play soccer,&lt;br /&gt;(we also taught them touch rugby! they didn't seem too impressed,&lt;br /&gt;soccer is pretty much holy here, I said I was a liverpool follower&lt;br /&gt;becuase it was the first team I could think of, and if you don't have&lt;br /&gt;a team, you're basically a nobody!). Everyday we ate beans and corn...&lt;br /&gt;that was a huge challenge, it was horrible, and my body could not&lt;br /&gt;handle it so most days I'd got without, and then everday I would see&lt;br /&gt;my dinner alive before we ate it. That took some getting used to, I&lt;br /&gt;really struggled to find a way to re-fuel each day when the food was&lt;br /&gt;so tough, and there was no time to rest - but God really sustained us&lt;br /&gt;all no matter what. And the the campers the food was maybe three times&lt;br /&gt;more than what they would get at home, so I would feel terrible not to&lt;br /&gt;eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing the campers were challenged with was the fact that&lt;br /&gt;just because you go to church choir and have Christian parents doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean you are a Christian - and another huge challenge for the&lt;br /&gt;Christian campers was how to respond biblically to their traditional&lt;br /&gt;rituals which praise other Gods and superstitions which are such a big&lt;br /&gt;part of their life, to not do them is to be shunned by family. And a&lt;br /&gt;number of the pastors got up to share their amazingly couragous&lt;br /&gt;testimonies of how they have dealt with such difficult decisions and&lt;br /&gt;said no to participating in certain rituals. The Christians here&lt;br /&gt;really need prayer for courage, strength and wisdom with these sorts&lt;br /&gt;of stuggles. It's just not something we face in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being back in Korr we have also gone out to one of the villages&lt;br /&gt;about an hour away from here in between a big rock hill with the&lt;br /&gt;Knowles and Swanepools for an outreach and to help build the dam they&lt;br /&gt;have been building for the people there. That was definitely a&lt;br /&gt;highlight of my whole trip so far. The women went into the village and&lt;br /&gt;we all sat under a big tree with all of the Mamas (traditional village&lt;br /&gt;women with their beads and traditional dress etc) and all of their&lt;br /&gt;little naked bubs and Beth Knowles spoke from Matthew about the&lt;br /&gt;Christmas story to the women in Kiswahili, while one of the local&lt;br /&gt;girls translated into Rendilie, and then Loki translated into english&lt;br /&gt;for us. The women there are so eager to hear about Jesus and they just&lt;br /&gt;have no one to explain it to them expect for a couple of times a year&lt;br /&gt;when Beth Knowles goes to visit. When we were leaving one of the women&lt;br /&gt;went up to Beth and said, we need a church here - what a request. Pray&lt;br /&gt;for either some Kenyan pastors to take up that call or some&lt;br /&gt;missionaries to to this village who are so longing to be taught about&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. There are so many remote little villages like this one out in&lt;br /&gt;the desert who have never heard the name of Jesus before, and they are&lt;br /&gt;longing to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camped that night out under the stars next to the big rock hill&lt;br /&gt;which was amazing! I woke in the middle of the night to see a hyena&lt;br /&gt;chasing a camel down the road just next to my bed! We woke up really&lt;br /&gt;early to climb the hill so watch sunrise and it was the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;view I have possibly ever seen. Just land for miles and miles covered&lt;br /&gt;in those african looking trees and huge big mountains off in the far&lt;br /&gt;distance. I couldn't have been happier to be in that place at that&lt;br /&gt;time. We saw a bunch of baboons running about up there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Korr we have been mainly doing a huge amount of spring&lt;br /&gt;cleaning of the Swanepools home, which is a massive task, because the&lt;br /&gt;reality of being a missionary in a remote and tough tough area is that&lt;br /&gt;things are contstantly breaking and dust is constantly building up&lt;br /&gt;everywhere! So each morning we have been working like crazy to get&lt;br /&gt;this place in shape which is really satisfying to be able to help the&lt;br /&gt;Swanepools in this way, they have been nothing short of wonderful to&lt;br /&gt;us and I feel a bit like they are parents while I'm here for me, it&lt;br /&gt;makes me a lot less homesick than I feel I could have been by this&lt;br /&gt;stage because there is such a lovely family vibe here. We've also been&lt;br /&gt;doing home visits to friends we met on camp and pastors etc -&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I went to visit Laurence who is one of the teachers at the&lt;br /&gt;primary school here and he was the Kenyan leader in my group on camp.&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet his wife and beautiful little baby girl and drink chai&lt;br /&gt;with him in his home while he showed me all of his wedding photos and&lt;br /&gt;stories of how he came to know Christ and the challenges of the school&lt;br /&gt;and living in Korr. He is such an inspiration, just so so thankful to&lt;br /&gt;God for everything, even though things are so hard. I prayed for him&lt;br /&gt;and showed him photos of my family, he asked to keep one of the photos&lt;br /&gt;so he could pray for us, I was so touched by this so I'll be taking a&lt;br /&gt;photo of his family at church on Christmas to take back for my family&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I to pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this here, because I'll be very suprised if any of&lt;br /&gt;you even make it down this far, it's much more interestesting for me&lt;br /&gt;to write because I've experienced it all, but it may not mean all that&lt;br /&gt;much to you, so I understand if it's a challenge to get through my&lt;br /&gt;babble. Please keep praying for the team and I that we would continue&lt;br /&gt;to be well used, and be a great encouragement to the people here. I've&lt;br /&gt;also got my first tummy bug yesterday, so please pray for health.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly just praise God for how faithful he is, and the amazing things&lt;br /&gt;he is doing for the Rendilie people in Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all, and I look forward to hearing your news. I am trying&lt;br /&gt;to pray for you all while I'm here too. In case I don't get back on&lt;br /&gt;here for a while, Merry Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5391809085337694174?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5391809085337694174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5391809085337694174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5391809085337694174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5391809085337694174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters-from-kenya.html' title='letters from kenya...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4142811441330817940</id><published>2008-11-28T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:18:53.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New plans.</title><content type='html'>Departure day has now been moved to tomorrow morning. We were able to get a flight through China and avoid the whole bangkok airport thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flight                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat 29 Nov 2008 at 10:50am    Depart from SYDNEY (TERMINAL 1 INTERNATIONAL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat 29 Nov 2008 at  5:00pm    Arrive at   GUANGZHOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Journey information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     1. SYDNEY-GUANGZHOU, Travelling time is 9 hrs 10 mins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                Distance travelled 4668 miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flight                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun 30 Nov 2008 at  1:00am    Depart from GUANGZHOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun 30 Nov 2008 at  6:15am    Arrive at   NAIROBI KENYATTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Journey information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     1. GUANGZHOU-NAIROBI KENYATTA, Travelling time is 10 hrs 15 mins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                Distance travelled 5450 miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is going to be one heck of a day. Long would be the best way to describe it. The layover in China is 8 hours, but the good thing is the whole team will be flying together so we will have a good chance to hang out in China while we wait, eagerly. I'm not the best flyer, and my patience has never been wonderful, if you could please pray that I would be patient, and that the flights will be easy &amp;amp; smooth, that would be wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll arrive in Nairobi just in time to head to church, wow, can't wait. What a great first thing to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4142811441330817940?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4142811441330817940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4142811441330817940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4142811441330817940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4142811441330817940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-plans.html' title='New plans.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1492593774247995728</id><published>2008-11-26T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:34:48.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First hiccup.</title><content type='html'>My flight has been cancelled because of the whole bangkok airport thing. I'm slightly devastated because they can't rebook me until Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SS3A1X4qKNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1g4WFNGUVfg/s1600-h/flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 49px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SS3A1X4qKNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1g4WFNGUVfg/s400/flight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273082761897978066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole weekend of looking at my packed bag, and saying goodbye to my family, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that, if it's Gods will, the protests would seize in Bangkok &amp;amp; the airport reopen so that I can leave today still, or at least tomorrow. And if not, pray that I can be patient and use the next couple of days in Sydney productively, and that I'd be thankful that I'll at least be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson = His timing, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank you to all for your lovely messages of love &amp;amp; support, you're wonderful)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1492593774247995728?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1492593774247995728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1492593774247995728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1492593774247995728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1492593774247995728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-hiccup.html' title='First hiccup.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SS3A1X4qKNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1g4WFNGUVfg/s72-c/flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3891679790333954761</id><published>2008-11-26T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:31:05.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SS1PhfiS9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T2WktuJU6Nw/s1600-h/suitcase-couverture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SS1PhfiS9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T2WktuJU6Nw/s400/suitcase-couverture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272958175540344210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about quarter past 12, which means about 15 minutes ago it became the day I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all packed, and I'm probably more organised than ever. I went into crazy organiser this week and it paid off. Feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a beautiful dinner (steak, as per request) with my family this evening. Probably one of those dinners I'll remember for the rest of my life. Praying with my family is a gift, and a joy, that I can't even begin to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many people calling, messaging and praying for me and this trip, that I feel completely at ease, so, thank you. thank you. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok airport is currently closed due to protests (&lt;a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-11/26/content_10415009.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;) - so I'm praying that it won't delay my flights, as my first flight is thai airways to bangkok before hopping on kenya airways to nairobi. I'm also hoping it all settles down before Meg and I holiday there in a few months, but I'm not too worried about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very sporadic post about not much in particular, but I felt it was necessary because next time I write something here, it will be from Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, good bye Sydney.&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/6121083648484467672-3891679790333954761?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3891679790333954761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3891679790333954761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3891679790333954761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3891679790333954761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/departure-day.html' title='Departure day.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SS1PhfiS9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T2WktuJU6Nw/s72-c/suitcase-couverture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3406418582833736459</id><published>2008-11-24T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:52:49.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer picture theatre.</title><content type='html'>Summer movies, which i won't really be here for. but oh well, still fun to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtVnRAY5LQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/gtVnRAY5LQE&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;I'd also like to see twilight, now really, what is all the fuss about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3406418582833736459?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3406418582833736459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3406418582833736459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3406418582833736459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3406418582833736459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/summer-picture-theatre.html' title='Summer picture theatre.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8887099708434736499</id><published>2008-11-17T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:03:21.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo graphic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SSGHjwZZfOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kh4mYXgxfzU/s1600-h/Hangin_there_babe____by_IgNgRez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SSGHjwZZfOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kh4mYXgxfzU/s400/Hangin_there_babe____by_IgNgRez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269642087356792034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igngrez.deviantart.com/art/Hangin-there-babe-103828099"&gt;(link)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8887099708434736499?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8887099708434736499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8887099708434736499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8887099708434736499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8887099708434736499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-graphic.html' title='A photo graphic.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SSGHjwZZfOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kh4mYXgxfzU/s72-c/Hangin_there_babe____by_IgNgRez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8541700931328101535</id><published>2008-11-15T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:31:17.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on the words you have spoken.</title><content type='html'>Loving this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SR-96eYXRfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fF9NoQg97pY/s1600-h/dreamer,+hast+the+day"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SR-96eYXRfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fF9NoQg97pY/s400/dreamer,+hast+the+day" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138901332084210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch your hands to water&lt;br /&gt;Place them on the fire&lt;br /&gt;Have faith&lt;br /&gt;The flame will lose it's strength&lt;br /&gt;Just touch your hands to water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives will hang on the words&lt;br /&gt;You have spoken&lt;br /&gt;And we will wait for our God to return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your hands to the Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be incased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8541700931328101535?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8541700931328101535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8541700931328101535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8541700931328101535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8541700931328101535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/hang-on-words-you-have-spoken.html' title='Hang on the words you have spoken.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SR-96eYXRfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fF9NoQg97pY/s72-c/dreamer,+hast+the+day' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1332175589385454574</id><published>2008-11-13T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:00:30.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'day, I'm Kevin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GC0uP0M9eQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/GC0uP0M9eQ8&amp;hl=en&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;Everyone loves some good background guitar music... don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit, I'm impressed with their efforts to connect with the online generation. www.kevinpm.com.au&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1332175589385454574?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1332175589385454574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1332175589385454574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1332175589385454574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1332175589385454574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/kevinpmcomau.html' title='G&apos;day, I&apos;m Kevin.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8075894616738206768</id><published>2008-11-09T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:22:19.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama &amp; Mcain Dance off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzyT9-9lUyE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/wzyT9-9lUyE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8075894616738206768?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8075894616738206768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8075894616738206768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8075894616738206768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8075894616738206768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-mcain-dance-off.html' title='Obama &amp; Mcain Dance off.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4007457224647898398</id><published>2008-10-25T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:09:24.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is October 27. Do you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks until I finish my degree. 'Two' weeks... and then no more university forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month until my last service at St Thomas North Sydney. Tonight is my fifth last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month till I leave for Kenya. Only 'one' month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months until I return to Sydney via Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three (and a bit) months until Foundation (church plant &amp; my new church) kicks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months until I need to start looking for a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months until I move out of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is that none of that, above, even matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where is rises. The wind blows to the south, and goes around to the north; around and around goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns. All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams flow, there they flow again. All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear with hearing. What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I perceived that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 1: 2-9 &amp; 1: 14 &amp; 3: 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters is what God has given me, a faith &amp; love that endures forever. Nothing can be added to it, and nothing can be taken from it. Despite what I toil for on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4007457224647898398?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4007457224647898398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4007457224647898398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4007457224647898398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4007457224647898398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8558639352392781702</id><published>2008-10-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:28:14.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>onemillioncan.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.onemillioncan.com/?utm_source=viral&amp;utm_medium=banner&amp;utm_campaign=OMC_static'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.onemillioncan.com/share/OMC_static.jpg' alt='onemillioncan' width='468' height='234' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is worth supporting. ten fold. end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8558639352392781702?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8558639352392781702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8558639352392781702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8558639352392781702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8558639352392781702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/10/onemillioncancom.html' title='onemillioncan.com'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-805551957596983742</id><published>2008-10-07T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:14:27.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>I am going to try and purchase this bad boy before I jet off to Kenya. I've been struggling with the decision of whether to take my current SLR because it's so big and could be a) a nuisance and b) a security/safety issue - because it will draw so much attention with its giant lens etc. I want to simply be able to just take pictures, but not just regular pictures, really good ones with old school features so I can still have fun with my own settings etc. I found this little guy on the net and it seems to be perfect - compact so it wont draw attention but still with all the features I love, and a bonus of video too which was something I was also sad about not having on my current cam. It's not the cheapest camera in the world, but I found one discounted - so I'm going to try and sell my current SLR to help pay for it. Boringest post ever, but isn't it pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOwWGAe7I5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YUIKHKFh-9U/s1600-h/canon+powershot+g10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOwWGAe7I5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YUIKHKFh-9U/s400/canon+powershot+g10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254599157699257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-805551957596983742?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/805551957596983742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=805551957596983742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/805551957596983742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/805551957596983742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOwWGAe7I5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YUIKHKFh-9U/s72-c/canon+powershot+g10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8346323098291116398</id><published>2008-10-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:02:07.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's servant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-29833" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flee &lt;/span&gt;youthful passions and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pure heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="en-ESV-29834" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels. &lt;span id="en-ESV-29835" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Lord’s servant&lt;/span&gt; must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil, &lt;span id="en-ESV-29836" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;correcting his opponents with gentleness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Timothy 2:22-26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-8346323098291116398?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8346323098291116398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8346323098291116398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8346323098291116398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8346323098291116398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/10/lords-servant.html' title='The Lord&apos;s servant.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1869360222426457575</id><published>2008-10-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:17:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no needy persons among them.</title><content type='html'>I love seeing people open up, it makes me feel like they have found some kind of trust and safeness with me, and I'm thankful for that. In the context of the drop in center on Thursdays, it doesn't happen all the time, most weeks my conversations seem pointless, even thought I know God uses everything to his glory whether I'm effective, helpful or not. Tonight I met a guy who found out recently he has Hep C and HIV, just when life seemed to be getting better, getting good, and now, because of four years of being cut off from any family he has no one to support him &amp;amp; help him deal with this news. He just goes on with life, alone. I am so filled with happiness knowing that this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; has to be the case. I'm not entirely sure if this man knows Jesus yet, but I so long for him to. With Jesus no one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; has to be alone and deal with life's joys and lows in their own weak, human strength. I take my blessings for granted WAY too much. Good health, a roof over my head, education, a loving family, friends, food, steady income... I can't imagine life without these things, and yet there is a horrifying number of beautiful people with none of them, and every time I go to drop in I meet one of them still loving, praising and serving Jesus with everything they have. They inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yet, I still long for this day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-27044" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-27045" class="sup"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With great power the apostles continued to testify to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and much grace was upon them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-27046" class="sup"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were no needy persons among them. For from time to time those who owned lands or houses sold them, brought the money from the sales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-27047" class="sup"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and put it at the apostles' feet, and it was distributed to anyone as he had need. Acts 4:32-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1869360222426457575?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1869360222426457575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1869360222426457575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1869360222426457575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1869360222426457575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-needy-persons-among-them.html' title='no needy persons among them.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4244825779640966086</id><published>2008-10-01T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:30:17.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Words &amp; The Wonder of God.</title><content type='html'>These videos are little tastes of the next desiring God conference coming up - I simply can not wait to hear these in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNh53SKM_nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNh53SKM_nc&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;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um0ytgT5ST4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um0ytgT5ST4&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;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qQ3wKVXqBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qQ3wKVXqBQ&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4244825779640966086?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4244825779640966086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4244825779640966086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4244825779640966086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4244825779640966086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-of-words-wonder-of-god.html' title='The Power of Words &amp; The Wonder of God.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5983260639617954879</id><published>2008-09-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:32:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two months away from home.</title><content type='html'>So, my trip over December/January is locked in, and there are no more decisions to make regarding my where abouts over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Sydney on November 27 via bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOFy1WLORYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qRFS_ANTmFQ/s1600-h/nairobi,+kenya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOFy1WLORYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qRFS_ANTmFQ/s400/nairobi,+kenya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251604901301994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nairobi, Kenya on Nov 28 - for my six weeks youth mission trip with Africa Inland Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on January 17, I begin my journey back home with a ten day stop in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOFzJiNjndI/AAAAAAAAAEs/C93YITQy1UI/s1600-h/bangkok,+thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOFzJiNjndI/AAAAAAAAAEs/C93YITQy1UI/s400/bangkok,+thailand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251605248130391506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok, Thailand - where I will meet my friend Meg for some super cheap backpacking adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5983260639617954879?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5983260639617954879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5983260639617954879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5983260639617954879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5983260639617954879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-months-away-from-home.html' title='Two months away from home.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SOFy1WLORYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qRFS_ANTmFQ/s72-c/nairobi,+kenya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-905141433972311529</id><published>2008-09-24T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:38:11.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SNo0e8goQfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1jHy9_niWNk/s1600-h/leg+stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SNo0e8goQfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1jHy9_niWNk/s400/leg+stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249566021897437682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love Japan and the things they come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-905141433972311529?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/905141433972311529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=905141433972311529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/905141433972311529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/905141433972311529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/09/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SNo0e8goQfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1jHy9_niWNk/s72-c/leg+stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5711716086636688713</id><published>2008-09-24T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:31:20.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for our persecuted family.</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to imagine the horror of &lt;a href="http://tearsoftheoppressed.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=262&amp;amp;Itemid=144"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. We need to be praying for these brothers and sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5711716086636688713?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5711716086636688713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5711716086636688713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5711716086636688713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5711716086636688713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray-for-our-persecuted-family.html' title='Pray for our persecuted family.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-295991439741924157</id><published>2008-09-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:38:08.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings on fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SNNIXWeWVtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vmf1qlr3wUg/s1600-h/only+by+the+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SNNIXWeWVtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vmf1qlr3wUg/s400/only+by+the+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247617556823824082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is... well, a mixture of most things I love in music - darn rad!&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/6121083648484467672-295991439741924157?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/295991439741924157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=295991439741924157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/295991439741924157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/295991439741924157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/09/kings-on-fire.html' title='Kings on fire.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SNNIXWeWVtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Vmf1qlr3wUg/s72-c/only+by+the+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7156642215338040587</id><published>2008-09-16T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:43:06.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano building.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src='http://video.wired.com/linking/index.jsp?skin=oneclip&amp;fr_story=FRdamp281117&amp;rf=ev&amp;hl=true' width=424 height=446 scrolling='no' frameborder=0 marginwidth=0 marginheight=0&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool too, I have to do an essay on the bagpipes at the moment and this guys made one out of a rubber glove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hBqgp9JGOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hBqgp9JGOo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7156642215338040587?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7156642215338040587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7156642215338040587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7156642215338040587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7156642215338040587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/09/piano-building.html' title='Piano building.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4378191874624419406</id><published>2008-09-14T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:58:31.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to say here at the moment. I haven't been in the blogging mood the past few weeks - a lot's going on and writing about it just makes things real, and that can be hard when you're happy to be in denial temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also... in about two months I will finish uni, no more study, no more tutes, assessments, blackboard, e-reserve, or readings... and the beginning of scarytown = kenya, full time work (doing who knows what!?), new church, new home. Awesome things, exciting things... but freakin BIG things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be done with uni, but on the other hand it's been such a nice safety net before being launched into the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's just a slice of the intensity going on in my thinking process at the moment. I'd be lost without God, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a joyful note, it's spring!! and I LOVE spring!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4378191874624419406?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4378191874624419406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4378191874624419406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4378191874624419406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4378191874624419406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/09/spring.html' title='Spring.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-888948007658962042</id><published>2008-08-28T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:24:23.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn your plastic Jesus.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, in light of Mark Driscoll's talk the other night highlighting all of the false pictures of Jesus that this world has dreamed up, I saw a trailer for a new film called Hamlet2 and this is a portion of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylYzbB-tLcs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylYzbB-tLcs&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-888948007658962042?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/888948007658962042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=888948007658962042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/888948007658962042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/888948007658962042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/burn-your-plastic-jesus.html' title='Burn your plastic Jesus.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4960904065623157194</id><published>2008-08-28T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:35:08.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korr here I come.</title><content type='html'>One of the team leaders of the Kenya mission I'm going on sent some photos to Em, who sent them to me, of the town where our team will be spending most of its time in December. It's amazing to have some visual idea of where I will be living for six weeks. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUzxUNVoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nRqtKS4kgdw/s1600-h/The+town+of+Korr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUzxUNVoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nRqtKS4kgdw/s400/The+town+of+Korr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239468464880309890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the town of Korr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUpeAs-nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GVeiYFKft3s/s1600-h/Korr+from+a+distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUpeAs-nI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GVeiYFKft3s/s400/Korr+from+a+distance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239468287899531890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korr from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUcqpd2KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vMFwvKBjjs4/s1600-h/A+Rendilie+Hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUcqpd2KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vMFwvKBjjs4/s400/A+Rendilie+Hut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239468067953432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendilie huts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4960904065623157194?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4960904065623157194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4960904065623157194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4960904065623157194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4960904065623157194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/korr-here-i-come.html' title='Korr here I come.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SLZUzxUNVoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nRqtKS4kgdw/s72-c/The+town+of+Korr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6453829471383983746</id><published>2008-08-27T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:05:06.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For those I love who are hurting.</title><content type='html'>There seems to be an unusually high number of people in my life suffering at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can feel helpless when those around me face situations far from my own understanding. Prayer, love and the powerful word of God is all that I can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This if for you... his people;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Isaiah 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting Salvation for Zion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-18675" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; "Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness&lt;br /&gt;      and who seek the LORD :&lt;br /&gt;      Look to the rock from which you were cut&lt;br /&gt;      and to the quarry from which you were hewn; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18676" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; look to Abraham, your father,&lt;br /&gt;      and to Sarah, who gave you birth.&lt;br /&gt;      When I called him he was but one,&lt;br /&gt;      and I blessed him and made him many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18677" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; The LORD will surely comfort Zion&lt;br /&gt;      and will look with compassion on all her ruins;&lt;br /&gt;      he will make her deserts like Eden,&lt;br /&gt;      her wastelands like the garden of the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;      Joy and gladness will be found in her,&lt;br /&gt;      thanksgiving and the sound of singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18678" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; "Listen to me, my people;&lt;br /&gt;      hear me, my nation:&lt;br /&gt;      The law will go out from me;&lt;br /&gt;      my justice will become a light to the nations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18679" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; My righteousness draws near speedily,&lt;br /&gt;      my salvation is on the way,&lt;br /&gt;      and my arm will bring justice to the nations.&lt;br /&gt;      The islands will look to me&lt;br /&gt;      and wait in hope for my arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18680" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Lift up your eyes to the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;      look at the earth beneath;&lt;br /&gt;      the heavens will vanish like smoke,&lt;br /&gt;      the earth will wear out like a garment&lt;br /&gt;      and its inhabitants die like flies.&lt;br /&gt;      But my salvation will last forever,&lt;br /&gt;      my righteousness will never fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18681" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; "Hear me, you who know what is right,&lt;br /&gt;      you people who have my law in your hearts:&lt;br /&gt;      Do not fear the reproach of men&lt;br /&gt;      or be terrified by their insults. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18682" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; For the moth will eat them up like a garment;&lt;br /&gt;      the worm will devour them like wool.&lt;br /&gt;      But my righteousness will last forever,&lt;br /&gt;      my salvation through all generations." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18683" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Awake, awake! Clothe yourself with strength,&lt;br /&gt;      O arm of the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;      awake, as in days gone by,&lt;br /&gt;      as in generations of old.&lt;br /&gt;      Was it not you who cut Rahab to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;      who pierced that monster through? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18684" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Was it not you who dried up the sea,&lt;br /&gt;      the waters of the great deep,&lt;br /&gt;      who made a road in the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;      so that the redeemed might cross over? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18685" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; The ransomed of the LORD will return.&lt;br /&gt;      They will enter Zion with singing;&lt;br /&gt;      everlasting joy will crown their heads.&lt;br /&gt;      Gladness and joy will overtake them,&lt;br /&gt;      and sorrow and sighing will flee away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18686" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; "I, even I, am he who comforts you.&lt;br /&gt;      Who are you that you fear mortal men,&lt;br /&gt;      the sons of men, who are but grass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18687" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; that you forget the LORD your Maker,&lt;br /&gt;      who stretched out the heavens&lt;br /&gt;      and laid the foundations of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;      that you live in constant terror every day&lt;br /&gt;      because of the wrath of the oppressor,&lt;br /&gt;      who is bent on destruction?&lt;br /&gt;      For where is the wrath of the oppressor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18688" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; The cowering prisoners will soon be set free;&lt;br /&gt;      they will not die in their dungeon,&lt;br /&gt;      nor will they lack bread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18689" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; For I am the LORD your God,&lt;br /&gt;      who churns up the sea so that its waves roar—&lt;br /&gt;      the LORD Almighty is his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18690" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; I have put my words in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;      and covered you with the shadow of my hand—&lt;br /&gt;      I who set the heavens in place,&lt;br /&gt;      who laid the foundations of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;      and who say to Zion, 'You are my people.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6453829471383983746?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6453829471383983746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6453829471383983746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6453829471383983746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6453829471383983746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-those-i-love-suffering.html' title='For those I love who are hurting.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3971957415670249421</id><published>2008-08-25T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:16:57.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/08/24/2344811.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really loved that song, and even cried when he told his story on the new hillsong dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3971957415670249421?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3971957415670249421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3971957415670249421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3971957415670249421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3971957415670249421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7954957064860272701</id><published>2008-08-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:03:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've left everything to God"</title><content type='html'>I just love the words that end this documentary. nothing is impossible with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3S8hvSb8QF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3S8hvSb8QF4&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;br /&gt;I can't think of much else but leaving for Kenya at the moment. The more I go through life in Sydney, and the more I know of the tragic injustice around the globe, the more I know I want to devote the rest of my time on earth to helping suffering people through the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am caught up in a culture of absolute material worship, and it pains me to not only watch it around me but more so to see it creep into my own life so often. Beauty, creativity, art &amp;amp; music can &amp;amp; should be celebrated as gifts from God, not attributes of 'coolness' - somehow our culture has become so consumed with the things that makes us 'cool' or 'uncool' and it hurts so many hearts, divides so many friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the day that what is 'cool' will be to be clothed with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-29513" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;Here there is no Greek or Jew, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, but Christ is all, and is in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-29514" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. &lt;span id="en-NIV-29515" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colossians 3:11-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7954957064860272701?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7954957064860272701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7954957064860272701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7954957064860272701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7954957064860272701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-left-everything-to-god.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve left everything to God&quot;'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4637778116100600388</id><published>2008-08-19T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:42:21.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some olympic spirit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9ApRjtwwTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9ApRjtwwTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4637778116100600388?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4637778116100600388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4637778116100600388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4637778116100600388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4637778116100600388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-olympic-spirit_19.html' title='Some olympic spirit...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-5589163482296751810</id><published>2008-08-17T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:27:06.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rest on thee.</title><content type='html'>we rest on Thee, our shield and our defender!&lt;br /&gt;we go not forth alone against the foe;&lt;br /&gt;strong in Thy strength,&lt;br /&gt;safe in Thy keeping tender,&lt;br /&gt;we rest on Thee, and in Thy name we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, in Thy name, o captain of salvation!&lt;br /&gt;in Thy dear name, all other names above;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus our righteousness, our sure foundation,&lt;br /&gt;our Prince of glory and our King of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go in faith, our own great weakness feeling,&lt;br /&gt;and needing more each day Thy grace to know:&lt;br /&gt;yet from our hearts a song of triumph pealing,&lt;br /&gt;we rest on Thee, and in Thy name we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rest on Thee, our shield and our defender!&lt;br /&gt;Thine is the battle, Thine shall be the praise;&lt;br /&gt;when passing through&lt;br /&gt;the gates of pearly splendour,&lt;br /&gt;victors, we rest with Thee, through endless days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hymn - Edith Gilling 1872-97)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-5589163482296751810?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/5589163482296751810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=5589163482296751810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5589163482296751810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/5589163482296751810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-rest-on-thee.html' title='I rest on thee.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6659319231666871624</id><published>2008-08-05T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:18:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I turned down an internship position without even knowing if I was going to Kenya...&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour ago I got a call from a job I have applied for asking me to come in tomorrow for an interview (because without a job I can't afford Kenya)...&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes ago I received an email saying my application to Kenya had been approved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much on my knees in awe right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6659319231666871624?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6659319231666871624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6659319231666871624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6659319231666871624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6659319231666871624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7226372131293429210</id><published>2008-08-04T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:40:01.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No worries I'm going to...</title><content type='html'>I've been struggling at the moment with understanding my feelings, yes, that sounds incredibly emo - but I don't mean it in that sad, sorry for myself kind of way, I'm actually amazingly joyful at the moment. I just don't know whether certain feelings I have are from God or not... does that make sense? Like I've had a lot of decisions to make lately (story of my life it seems...) and they've been decisions where no clear answer can be seen, not even a smidgen of an answer - although I do get feelings about them, like something in my heart which causes me to leap into a decision with a passionate, unstoppable and excited yes! or causes me to feel icky, like there is something missing that I haven't figured out yet, but something that just doesn't feel right, leading me to a hesitant, frightened no. The reason these feelings confuse me is because I've never been someone to take those things that seriously in the past, I'm not an 'emotional' person, and I'm not hugely 'charismatic' either. So how do you deal with that? I don't really know, and I guess it's not overly important, because in the end whatever decision I make was Gods plan all along anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Worries I'm Going to... by Bradley Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Wait Wait Wait Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Hold up&lt;br /&gt;STOP&lt;br /&gt;...The press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today without that 5 million pound boulder of stress on my chest and now I feel blessed and can rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  to rest these weary extremities that have been inflicted with infirmities unseen  or experienced by them before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what does the future have in store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to let today be today, I'm going to wake up this morning with a smile on my face, look in the mirror brush my teeth and not wrack my brain wondering weather shes going to call me or not because when a girl says "lets just be friends," what she really means is "I'm never going to talk to you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept it&lt;br /&gt;Move on&lt;br /&gt;I just did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I'm going to put on my play clothes, go in the front yard and climb that pecan tree like I did last week, but this time I'm not going to get halfway up it and start debating weather morality is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social adaptation&lt;br /&gt;A product of Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Or put there, by God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to climb the thing and have fun like I did when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I'm going to go to vertebrate zoology class and listen to my boring lifeless instructer talk about how there are 50 different species of minnow in Arkansas alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll smile&lt;br /&gt;Nod&lt;br /&gt;SHOW INTEREST&lt;br /&gt;Act interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because that really is interesting if you think about it.  Think about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that I'll go home and have lunch. The same ol' boring lunch again! Two more fricken' frozen monterey jack bean and cheese burritos with a glass of distilled water and an Orange. But I'll give thanks that I do have food to eat because so many peple don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that Ill go to work and paint But I'm not going to paint that boring eggshell white on that old ladys wall like she requested...no, I'm not going to do it. I'm going to pretend I'm a juvenile Leonardo Da Vinci and paint a stick figure masterpiece of a young couple frolicking in a field of flowers with little butterflies and gophers popping up here and there. (I'm sure the old lady will appreciate it later in life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I'm going to have dinner with my Paw Paw and when he cries to me about how his arthritis is bad his own daughter rejects him he's sad, I'll put my arm around him and listen watch his old weary eyes glisten as he experiences my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I'll go home, sit on the floor and start singing songs to the one that gave me this joy that I'm feeling, but it's more then just some fleeting feeling, it's eternal truth in which I am reeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at night I lay my head to rest without the slightest bit of fright or fret knowing I made the day the best I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that God truly is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7226372131293429210?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7226372131293429210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7226372131293429210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7226372131293429210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7226372131293429210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-worries-im-going-to.html' title='No worries I&apos;m going to...'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-6371855724189001526</id><published>2008-08-02T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:42:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect.</title><content type='html'>I am intensely in love with sigur ros's music. Their concert tonight was unlike any other I've ever been to. I actually got quite emotional, music has not done that to me in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;God is so good &amp;amp; generous for creating music, what a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqQdBQCe7_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqQdBQCe7_s&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-6371855724189001526?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/6371855724189001526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=6371855724189001526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6371855724189001526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/6371855724189001526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect.html' title='Perfect.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-8072651630478207567</id><published>2008-07-30T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:23:48.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsor me to give up technology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I'm doing the 40 hour famine this year - I really wanted my scripture class to do it as a group, but looks like we're not allowed, so to encourage the girls to still do it, I feel I need to lead the way. But I'm not only doing it for that, I just feel the cause that this years famine is going towards is such an important one, child trafficking in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video gives you a little taste of what's going on, and why I'm doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kXiz0w-jBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kXiz0w-jBk&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;br /&gt;I'm going to give up technology for 40 hours rather than food, I figure technology will actually be harder for me than food. TV, phone, computer, ipod etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to sponsor me click "&lt;a href="https://famine.worldvision.com.au/famine.cgi?a=SPONSOR_&amp;amp;pn=671002061"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;" - thanks in advance :)&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/6121083648484467672-8072651630478207567?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/8072651630478207567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=8072651630478207567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8072651630478207567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/8072651630478207567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/sponsor-me-to-give-up-technology.html' title='Sponsor me to give up technology.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7100813849431759068</id><published>2008-07-27T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:51:04.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;19My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, 20for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires. 21Therefore, get rid of all moral filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you. James 1:19-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I failed at this instruction, and it was a trait that felt ugly. I am thankful that God is bigger than all of this, at peace because God is in control of all this and joyful knowing that he is faithful, unchanging and graciously forgiving. Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7100813849431759068?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7100813849431759068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7100813849431759068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7100813849431759068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7100813849431759068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-for-change.html' title='Time for change.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-3163744613438994809</id><published>2008-07-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:33:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmates hit the floor.</title><content type='html'>There's this prison in the Philippines where the inmates learn and perform dances all the time, I love seeing these supposedly hardcore prisoner men just really get into a good ol' dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5N4aDnhfepI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5N4aDnhfepI&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This song has been in my head for at least the last three weeks now. grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-3163744613438994809?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/3163744613438994809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=3163744613438994809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3163744613438994809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/3163744613438994809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/hammer-time.html' title='Inmates hit the floor.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-202254979447977124</id><published>2008-07-25T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:23:52.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed.</title><content type='html'>I realised today that in five months time I might be on my way here for six weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SIncVvsydpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U64l37Rslhg/s1600-h/Kibera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SIncVvsydpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U64l37Rslhg/s400/Kibera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226951108679857810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kibera, Kenya - one of the largest slums in the world, second largest in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling relatively fragile about it all now, it's all of a sudden (quite dramatically) changed from a logistical thought of flights and medical shots etc to an emotional, frightening and exciting reality. Big decisions to make this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-202254979447977124?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/202254979447977124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=202254979447977124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/202254979447977124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/202254979447977124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SIncVvsydpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U64l37Rslhg/s72-c/Kibera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4205089229653115369</id><published>2008-07-21T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:48:43.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey take two.</title><content type='html'>I've made a fair few decision since I last wrote about the beginnings of my looking into overseas mission for next year. God has cleared up a lot of things for me and although the 'wise' choices are not necessarily the ones I wanted... God knows best. Through a lot of praying and chatting with people I feel quite clearly that I need to stay in Sydney next year, partly because I don't feel I am mature enough to leave for a year, but mainly because I feel it is important that I stay committed to the church plant that I agreed to be involved with setting up a good number of months ago now. It launches in Feb next year and this whole time I had been longing to serve overseas when God had provided me with such an amazing opportunity to serve him right here in Sydney first. It will not only give me time to learn and grow up, but I also feel a very strong conviction that I need to be a, for lack of a better word, 'missionary' right here in my home city, and not only just when the church starts next year, but it needs to start immediately, right now. I've been convicted of this for a while but have been horrible weak at actioning my conviction, but God keeps ramming it home for me, every book I have read and sermon I have listen to over the past 3 weeks have all been saying the same thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I applied for a six week youth program trip in Kenya which will be in December/January with Africa Inland Mission. I am still quite sure I need my sheltered perspective of the world broadened, and my heart deepened &amp;amp; I am in a blessed position where I have so much to give (not meant in an ego trip kind of way, in a time, money, education, heart kind of way) - so I am not about to give up on going anywhere at all just yet, so I am praying that this Africa trip will work out, if God wills it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4205089229653115369?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4205089229653115369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4205089229653115369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4205089229653115369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4205089229653115369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-take-two.html' title='Journey take two.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-2649711464903541578</id><published>2008-07-21T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:20:59.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He takes - to satisfy our soul.</title><content type='html'>Here is the first piece of text I read while away that impacted me quite powerfully, it is a section of John Piper's poetry written about Job, at the time when Job lost his children and reminds me that, in Piper's words, 'God governs all things for his good purposes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now come, broken, to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where Christ embraced all human loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And let us bow before the throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of God, who gives and takes his own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And promises - whatever toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He takes - to satisfy our soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come, learn the lesson of the rod:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The treasure that we have in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is not poor nor much enticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who loses everything but Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Misery of Job and The Mercy of God by John Piper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I read this it made me think of the song 'Blessed be the Name' - which was a song I enjoyed singing (..for the first 20 times) but never fully understood until now, it was written about Job, and although Job praised God throughout all his grief... somehow I doubt he would have been able to sing that song in such a boppy, joyous way, as it is written... I now kind of find that song hard to sing - but that I guess is beside the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-2649711464903541578?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/2649711464903541578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=2649711464903541578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2649711464903541578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/2649711464903541578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-takes-to-satisfy-our-soul.html' title='He takes - to satisfy our soul.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4823450000305119440</id><published>2008-07-20T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:01:29.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some holiday lessons.</title><content type='html'>I've been absent from this blog for a few weeks, so sadly I lost my momentum, but I'm back home and back into university life so I'm positive the posts will now triple as I continue to procrastinate. I have been away for the past few weeks and I have an intense amount of things I would like to say here, things I really want to remember if I had only written them down when they happened, so I'll do my best to recount some of the big lessons God has been so graciously teaching me over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*God is the one that changes hearts, not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like such a simple thing to be reminded of but it really hit home for me when I lead on a crusader HSC study camp two weeks ago now. It was staggering how many kids came into the camp with so many barriers up against Christianity and by the end of the week had pretty much all of those barriers stripped down, and yet, the majority still did not want a relationship with their maker. My first reaction to this was to get frustrated because I wanted them to know the love of Jesus so badly, and still do, but what God taught me is that I mustn't think like that, God is the one who softens hearts and opens eyes, I am merely just a piece of the puzzle, used to hopefully explain and live out the gospel as faithfully as possible and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was feeling somewhat frustrated that people could understand and believe in Christianity and yet still reject it, God lead me to John 6: 65, where Jesus says, 'This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted him by the father.'&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord has chosen for those kids to come into his kingdom, they will, and it will be in Gods good timing, not my own - but I think the harder thing to grasp it that fact that if God has decided for some of those hearts to remain stone, he will do so - it's in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leading on study camp I spent a week with my family in Port Douglas, I have only just arrived home this afternoon and am fading quickly so I can't stay awake to keep typing any longer (as uni kicks back up this week, sad) BUT the great thing about the week was that I was able to get good reading done! So naturally that means I have many things that have stood out to me from various books and sermons that I was able to hear over the past week and will hopefully blog sometime this week so that I don't forget them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4823450000305119440?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4823450000305119440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4823450000305119440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4823450000305119440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4823450000305119440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-holiday-lessons.html' title='Some holiday lessons.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7538725425432604409</id><published>2008-06-26T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:15:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Christianity?</title><content type='html'>I know I post fairly frequently on the whole US election campaigns, but I just find it all so fascinating. I found this video today of Obama, addressing faith &amp; religion, recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jg8lCLumByw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jg8lCLumByw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7538725425432604409?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7538725425432604409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7538725425432604409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7538725425432604409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7538725425432604409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/06/whose-christianity.html' title='Whose Christianity?'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7455800367520288457</id><published>2008-06-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:43:39.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance your way around the world.</title><content type='html'>I know I only just posted a video, but after getting down about the state of this messy world, there are plenty of things that we can find joy in too. Of course for me that's hope in Jesus Christ, but there are many little joys just in human nature (which, in turn, reflect Gods beautiful character) which make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video does just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know everyone around the world likes to be silly from time to time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7455800367520288457?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7455800367520288457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7455800367520288457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7455800367520288457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7455800367520288457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-your-way-around-world.html' title='Dance your way around the world.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1588272601864599156</id><published>2008-06-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:16:37.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65lk-1JqxFA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65lk-1JqxFA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.takepart.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.takepart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1588272601864599156?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1588272601864599156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1588272601864599156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1588272601864599156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1588272601864599156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-part.html' title='Take part.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4214738576228625556</id><published>2008-06-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:28:38.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of a journey.</title><content type='html'>A little while back I decided to begin moving towards seeing what doors God would open if began to plan to undertake a short term (anywhere from 3months to a year) overseas mission trip sometime next year (since I finish up my degree in Nov this year, hurray). So far it's been an absolute roller coaster ride, so I thought it would be good to document my journey with it all. It will be priceless for me to look back and see the process I went through, where it leads, what prayers are answered, what doors are closed and all of that. It's probably the biggest journey I'll have undertaken in my life so far, and it started the day God put the desire on my heart, not the day I will set foot on the plane to where ever I go... so here begins my journey towards short term overseas mission in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now I've mainly focused on meeting up with various people who have already been on similar trips, just generally seeking advice, guidance and prayer partners. I picked three Christian mission organisations of which I felt encouraged by their work and felt on the same page with their statements of belief and vision, I picked CMS, OMF and Interserve. So far I have met with Interserve, and that meeting was truly the biggest blessing in my journey so far. It was only last Thursday, and ever since, I have continued to go through all the emotions possible. I can't even begin to explain what is going through my mind and heart right now. I think what prompted me most to begin writing it down is because at this time, it is all just so laid out in Gods hands and I can not see even a glimpse of what he has in store. In a big way that's frightening as heck, but in another, it's beautiful and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to consider, think about &amp;amp; grapple with, decisions to make, steps to move forward and it's hugely overwhelming. The best thing about all of that is that God is not going to let me take this all lightly, it's not a game, it's not a holiday and it's most certainly not for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more I could write now, I have not gone into much detail at all, but my mind is so full that I just can't tonight... but I at least wanted to begin it. I hope that it can not only be a tool for me to document it all, but also, I hope it can be an encouragement to those who read this - and if you feel so inclined, it can help you to know how to pray for me, that with this trip I would strive to align my will with Gods so that I can be his hands and feet, faithful to his word and solely dependent on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I will end up &amp;amp; when it will take place, is just as unknown to me as it is to you. That's kind of cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4214738576228625556?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4214738576228625556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4214738576228625556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4214738576228625556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/4214738576228625556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning-of-journey.html' title='Beginning of a journey.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-7797252308289756177</id><published>2008-06-20T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:05:38.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty and left out.</title><content type='html'>So because I have a quality father, I have been brought up not to hate many things, or even use the word... "because hate, is a very strong word" says dad, and for that lesson, I am thankful. BUT something I do hate, is how kids treat each other in high school. It makes my stomach turn and my heart tighten. I know that I was probably terrible when I was at school too... I mean I copped my fair share of bullying in primary school, so I knew how it felt, but high school came, with me somehow ending up in the so called 'rebellious' group (...'group' another word I dislike) and I'm almost positive I ignored, mistreated and looked down on people whether I remember doing it or not. It just seems over the past few months certain things keep reminding me of how horrible kids are to each other at school, how depressed kids get over loneliness and not being good enough, all because they don't have the right hair cut, or say the right things, or play the right sport, or like the right bands etc... it's all absolute ridiculousness. I hate the way guys beat each other up with their fists and girls with their words. It breaks, and shapes people. And it's sad. Really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters stories of left out kids where she teaches, put together with &lt;a href="http://www.americanteenthemovie.com/"&gt;this film&lt;/a&gt; I saw tonight for the Sydney Film Festival, are what make me feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-7797252308289756177?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/7797252308289756177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=7797252308289756177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7797252308289756177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/7797252308289756177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirty-and-left-out.html' title='dirty and left out.'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-1082571822190812664</id><published>2008-06-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T03:24:51.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama has faith?</title><content type='html'>Just an interesting article I read today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080611/ap_on_el_pr/obama_religion"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of warming to the idea of Obama becoming president of the US, I even thought it might be a really wonderful thing in history... but I did not even know that he supported abortion rights and gay marriage, amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shows how clever Obama's campaign has been, I think I like him, but I don't even know the specifics of what he stands for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-1082571822190812664?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/1082571822190812664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=1082571822190812664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1082571822190812664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121083648484467672/posts/default/1082571822190812664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/2008/06/obama-has-faith.html' title='Obama has faith?'/><author><name>kets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02973874430701341317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m02So_Hv1tI/SbRf1ava08I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-eh-ITkL-pA/S220/weddingsmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121083648484467672.post-4492086437176373764</id><published>2008-06-11T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:12:02.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little Gods.</title><content type='html'>Even though I am aware of this kind of false interpretation of scripture, and what some would call 'brainwashing' mentality which goes on mainly in parts of the US... it still hurts my heart when I see it happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DP-s3AV9Kzs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121083648484467672-4492086437176373764?l=withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withmyfeetonthedash.blogspot.com/feeds/4492086437176373764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121083648484467672&amp;postID=4492086437176373764' title='0 Comments'/><link 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