tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61854137465378583742024-02-20T10:00:36.274-06:0012 per diemKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.comBlogger646125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-3176058001715602192018-01-12T14:58:00.001-06:002018-01-12T14:58:21.540-06:00Revelation 7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguidXmxMWA9jm2gsjY1bGn0ZqY5h1gaQqGqa7Cs_M5mcWvt0HUN4xhEGzBg9_qumDELePbvlC6SvbAVevzmldwX37x3uRtCqekQxODB07YodPpqonPNqksa7P4O1BkoQFUHu_Mi4-bAw/s1600/everytribe.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguidXmxMWA9jm2gsjY1bGn0ZqY5h1gaQqGqa7Cs_M5mcWvt0HUN4xhEGzBg9_qumDELePbvlC6SvbAVevzmldwX37x3uRtCqekQxODB07YodPpqonPNqksa7P4O1BkoQFUHu_Mi4-bAw/s320/everytribe.jpg" width="319" /></a>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-20046972000547057322015-12-09T07:02:00.002-06:002015-12-09T07:02:57.262-06:00Advent 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's a little coloring page for a verse for the first week of Advent.<br />
Right click to download. Print horizontally on letter paper.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-52547479109243550662014-11-07T11:07:00.002-06:002014-11-10T16:55:14.751-06:00Time to color and eat cake!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Molly,<br />
Happy 4th birthday! Thanks for sharing your Cheeze-Its™ with me one rainy summer day. Hope you share these with your friends and have fun coloring. Please promise me that you will one day try another color other than purple (though it is grand, in all its forms!).<br />
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Have Mommy click on each of these images and print at 100% size horizontally on letter paper. Luke can show her how to do it. :)<br />
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<br />Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-13725195770483186052014-10-13T09:15:00.001-05:002014-10-13T09:15:31.162-05:00a view of history<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">...history is like a giant piece of fabric with very intricate and complex patterns. During the limited span of our lifetimes we see only a tiny fraction of the pattern. Furthermore, as has been observed by others, we see the pattern from the underside. The underside of the weaving usually makes no sense. Even the upper side makes little sense if we view just a tiny piece. Only God sees the upper side, and only He sees the entire fabric with its complete pattern. </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Therefore, we must trust him to work out all the details of history to his glory, knowing that his glory and our good are bound up together. — J. Bridges, <i>Trusting God</i></span>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-49193881528264146682014-08-13T10:36:00.002-05:002014-08-13T10:36:57.474-05:00Centenary.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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All I know about World War 1 comes from a sad blend of Downton Abbey and <a href="http://www.jacquelinewinspear.com/">Maisie Dobbs</a> books. This year many folks at the BBC and elsewhere are reporting comprehensively on the centenary of the beginning of the war. The bits I've read and listened to have been both fascinating and informative. For instance, <a href="http://www.historyextra.com/podcast/first-world-war/global-first-world-war">HistoryExtra</a> reported last week an interview with a man, David Olusoga, who has ties to it from his northern British mother and his Nigerian father, and how the ethnic battles and inequalities of the war were rarely mentioned. Another interesting take is how many of the places impacted by the first World War that went against the British and Co. are still hot spots today, so much so that the interviewee and his team chose to not try to film there because of the danger in which it would put him and the crew.<br />
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Fascinating, sad, and relevant to today. It really wasn't that long ago at all. So much interestingness on BBC History Extra. Check out their site http://www.historyextra.com.<br />
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If anyone thinks that Christians regard unchastity as the supreme vice, he is quite wrong. The sins of the flesh are bad, but they are the least bad of all sins. All the worst pleasures are purely spiritual: the pleasure of putting other people in the wrong, of bossing and patronising and spoiling sport, and back-biting, the pleasures of power, of hatred. For there are two things inside me, competing with the human self which I must try to become. They are the Animal self, and the Diabolical self. The Diabolical self is the worse of the two. That is why a cold, self-righteous prig who goes regularly to church may be far nearer to hell than a prostitute. But, of course, it is better to be neither.</div>
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From <i><a href="http://links.biblegateway.mkt4731.com/ctt?kn=16&ms=NDY3MDQ2MjQS1&r=NjQ5NjUyMDk3ODES1&b=0&j=NTAxNDc3ODM1S0&mt=1&rt=0" name="147c9596dfab848c_biblegateway_christianbook_com" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">Mere Christianity</a></i><br />Compiled in <i><a href="http://links.biblegateway.mkt4731.com/ctt?kn=19&ms=NDY3MDQ2MjQS1&r=NjQ5NjUyMDk3ODES1&b=0&j=NTAxNDc3ODM1S0&mt=1&rt=0" name="147c9596dfab848c_biblegateway_christianboo_1" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">A Year with C.S. Lewis</a></i></div>
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<small><i>Mere Christianity</i>. Copyright © 1952, C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. Copyright renewed © 1980, C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers. <i>A Year With C.S. Lewis: Daily Readings from His Classic Works</i>. Copyright © 2003 by C. S. Lewis Pte. Ltd. All rights reserved. Used with permission of HarperCollins Publishers.</small></div>
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<br />Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-16400568335267257502014-07-10T07:00:00.000-05:002014-07-10T07:00:00.024-05:00The story of you. Me. Everyone.Yes, it is. From <a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/the-story-of-you">Desiring God</a>.<br />
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This is the story of your salvation. This story includes your conversion, but extends through time-twisting dimensions, immeasurable privileges, and lavish gifts beyond anything our brains can contain.<br />
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Scripture’s first words capture creation’s first moments: “In the beginning, God. . .” (Genesis 1:1). And before the beginning — God. Before anything at all, before the first light shot through to introduce history’s first tick of the clock, God was enjoying eternal, trinitarian relationship with himself.<br />
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Then at some “point,” the Father, the Son, and the Spirit decided to make history — literally. This point happened “before the foundation of the world” (Ephesians 1:4). And there you are, at the beginning. God knew you before there was a “before,” at a time when the Father loved the Son, also “before the foundation of the world” (John 17:24). You begin as part of a trinitarian plan, not yet as a created reality, but with the people whom the Father gave to the Son from out of a world he had not yet made (John 17:6). During this pre-creation era, God directed his will at you. You were chosen.<br />
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But history had to happen first, in time. Your story continues when God formed Adam, his first jar of clay, from the dust of the ground (Genesis. 2:7). And you were there in Eden too. Before you were born, God anointed Adam to represent you specifically, and the rest of humanity with you (Romans 5:18–19). But our first king Adam failed, so you and the entire nation of humanity failed with him. That first sin heard ‘round the world kickstarted the long, checkered story of the Old Testament people — murder, floods, slavery, plagues, wars, and exiles.<br />
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And while that wild rush of redemptive history was unfolding, God knew you. With Jeremiah we say God knew us before he formed us in the womb (Jeremiah 1:5). God knew you in eternity before anything was made, and he knew you in history, before your arrival here on earth. And through the sometimes sordid story of God’s Old Testament people, all the authors of the Old Testament told the greater Story about the Redeemer who would some day fulfill every ancient promise (Luke 24:27; 44–48).<br />
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Then it happened. After thousands of years of waiting, the Father sent his Son down to his people, to walk around in history (John 5:36). The Son was to be the last Adam (1 Corinthians 15:45–47), the final King. Long ago, when the first Adam sinned, God told the serpent that his head would be bruised (Genesis 3:15). Later, as the last Adam’s cross punctured into the top of the “Place of a Skull” (John 19:17), history’s oldest redemptive promise came true.<br />
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But suffering on the cross was part of a bigger task Christ needed to accomplish (1 Corinthians 15:17–19). Even more was needed for your full redemption. Sin’s death grip on us demanded everything of Christ — his incarnation, life, death, resurrection, and ascension. Christ needed not only to suffer, but to be glorified. And as difficult as it is for us to understand on this side of heaven, Scripture tells us that just as we were there in Eden with Adam, we were there in Israel with Christ — crucified with Christ (Romans 6:6), buried with Christ (Romans 6:4), raised with Christ (Romans 6:5), and as he ascended into heaven, seated with Christ in the heavenly places (Ephesians 2:6). You were there.<br />
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Then came the day when God personally knit you together in your mother’s womb (Psalm 139:13). You show up in redemptive history for the first time, your arrival planned and anticipated for ages. And at some point in your life history, you were brought out from under God’s wrath and united to Christ under God’s grace; from being represented by the first Adam to represented by the last Adam, Christ. Throughout the story of the world and the story of you, God has gathered his cloud of witnesses together (Hebrews 12:1), whether a child’s time on earth lasts for one minute or one century.<br />
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And here you are, somewhere along the course of your Christian life. At some point in either your earthly or heavenly future — a few minutes from now, a few years off, or after a few more centuries have come and gone — the Son will come back to this alien land, this first earth (Revelation 21:1). He will gather together you and everyone else whom the Father has given to his Son (Mark 13:27), and you will finally be home. If you are in Christ, in one sense, you are already there.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-47209319998135711632014-07-04T14:48:00.000-05:002014-07-04T14:48:00.623-05:00Joy is Foreverfrom her writings on <a href="http://www.rabbitroom.com/2014/03/love-begets/">The Rabbit Room</a>:<br />
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Anxiety is the devil. Fear is a taste of hell because it cuts us off from the ever-offered rest of God’s love. And fear cannot do one damn thing to avert the thing feared. Sorrow, on the other hand, is a kind friend, and when it comes, grace comes, too, and all the tender mercies of God. All fear is the fear of loss and death; all love comes with a price tag of pain; all true sorrow has its counterpoint of joy. And it’s real. We’re living it in the most vivid way. And if we’re running along the beach laughing at one moment and weeping over the grief that is coming the next, well then, this is life abundant, the full package. And the joy is more real than the grief because the joy is forever and the pain is for but the passing shadow of this life.</blockquote>
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It's going to get better. It is.<br />
All this pain (that feels now like everything there is in all the world to feel) is going to roll up into a blink.<br />
You will flip back through these pages and know how the story ends. You will smile because beauty chased you down in this present darkness. You will see how it found a way to surprise you when you least expected it.<br />
You will look back at these terrible mountains you're climbing, the ones that take up all your hope and strength. You'll catch them in the corner of your eye while walking long and far from this despair.<br />
Looking over your left shoulder, you will stop, sit in the grass, and trace the tops of this year with your finger. You will whisper, "Even still, I made it through."<br />
Look how far you've come already. Look how much you've learned. You're growing through this. Your grief is not wasted. None of this is. In these fires you are deepening. You are being refined. The dross is being burned off. You are learning what love really means.<br />
You are coming into the ranks of the holy worn, those blessed, ravaged few who have weathered mighty loss and found what remains.<br />
Yes, you are dying, but there is life enough to sustain this death.<br />
Yes, you are weak, but there is grace enough to sustain this weakness.<br />
Yes, you are devastated, but there is strength enough to sustain this devastation.<br />
There is stability enough for your anger and your confusion. In this breaking, you are upheld. In the terror that comes at the end of finding your own end, you are yet safe.<br />
And there is a second gift, besides. There is something good for you to do next. Tomorrow when you wake, there will be someone in this world who needs your love.<br />
Love will be an option, and you may choose it trembling. You may choose it second. You may choose it after hating first, and weeping, and lashing out.<br />
But when you do choose love, your heart will grow from that choice.<br />
Friend, this battle rages on and on and on, and it is full of blood, and earth, and sorrow, and fallings down. Let me kiss your wounds. I will cry over them tears of seeing.<br />
I have been broken, too. See my scars.<br />
Love, it is dark for you now. It is dark. But your enemies would have you quit fighting. They would tell you it is hopeless.<br />
It is not hopeless. There is a way. There is a path that you can't see yet, just around the corner. It will open up to you like a yellow clearing in a black woods.<br />
Tomorrow there will be one good thing for you to do, and then another good thing the next. Your hands will find good work. Step by step, it will fall like bread from ravens.<br />
And then again, so very soon it will all be over. These days will be a sweet old song sung in a golden room, and your eyes will be clear, and your heart will be warm.<br />
Hold fast, dear heart. Hold fast.<br />
Listen while I whisper over you your true name. I remember who you are. I've seen you, royal one. You have the countenance of a child of a King.<br />
Sleep now then tonight, because your body is tired and weak from the day.<br />
Sleep knowing that I have prayed for you. And when I wake up in the night, I will pray for you again.<br />
Remember that you are seen. Remember that you are known. Remember that you are loved.<br />
Hold fast, dear heart. Hold fast. You are very nearly home.</blockquote>
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My longing has started early this year.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-35378673184912842692014-04-29T16:15:00.000-05:002014-04-29T16:15:32.504-05:00slow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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might as well have fun.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-3124765500029764172014-04-28T18:23:00.000-05:002014-04-28T18:23:38.529-05:00I do what I must<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Work excruciatingly slow? Well, podcast up...and practice doing stuff you love. Then watch yourself amalgamate the two. My practice sheets during the BHP's gory stuff are hilarious...<br />
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Found this year:<br />The British History Podcast, or <a href="http://thebritishhistorypodcast.com/">BHP</a><br />
The History of English Podcast, or <a href="http://historyofenglishpodcast.com/">HEP</a><br />
<a href="http://www.radiolab.org/series/podcasts/">Radiolab</a><br />
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What are you listening to?Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-24054032867800111132014-04-24T10:51:00.000-05:002014-04-24T10:51:52.356-05:00lettering of late<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Weddings are fun when you have a good bride. And free rein.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-56639680487919771302014-04-17T11:03:00.000-05:002014-04-17T11:03:03.403-05:00Tim and Tullian today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-47111500677398886562014-04-10T19:43:00.000-05:002014-04-10T19:43:09.294-05:00starry juxtapositionI read these two bits of writing within a couple days of each other, via Twitter. One from an <a href="http://www.ndwilson.com/">author</a> whose works have been on my to-read list for months, and another <a href="http://anitamathias.com/2010/05/24/star-breather-god-breathes-stars-psalm-337/">one</a> I just happened across.<br />
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<br />Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-500825371483403312014-03-04T12:16:00.003-06:002014-03-04T12:16:33.349-06:00Dust.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I came across <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Perelandra-Space-Trilogy-Book-2/dp/074323491X">these</a> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Death-Living-Life-Meant-Spent-ebook/dp/B00A0VP98M/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1393956896&sr=1-1&keywords=death+by+living">two</a> excerpts within a few hours of each other. I only read authors with two initial first names.Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-1098447443219201622014-02-27T16:57:00.001-06:002014-02-28T08:45:24.015-06:00Wayne<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Go see my friend <a href="http://www.brezinkadesign.com/index_flyer.html">Wayne's</a> amazing repertoire of collage work, hand-lettering, and painting. <br />
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My twin and I were lucky enough to attend a <a href="http://brezinkaillustration.blogspot.com/2013/08/inaugural-collage-workshop-june-22nd.html">collage workshop</a> with him one sweaty June weekend in Nashville last year, and it was wonderful. He has created art for a whole slew of big name clients as well as very smart little clients who love his inimitable style, including the LA Times, the New York Times, Boston Globe, Chicago Tribune, Washington Post, Country Music Hall of Fame, Warner Brothers, Columbia Records, EMI and Sony. It has been my pleasure to work with him in an office environment as well as to make huge messes with him in a studio environment. He is also one of the sweetest and genuine folks I've ever met, with an insane love for coffee. And if he sees this post and okays it, I might put up some of his work here, but for now try him on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/brezinkadesign">Facebook</a>, hit up <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/search/pins/?q=wayne%20brezinka">Pinterest</a>, or check <a href="http://brezinkaillustration.blogspot.com/">his blog.</a><br />
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<br />Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-29186491635756438422014-02-21T10:27:00.002-06:002014-02-21T10:27:52.346-06:00E D<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-65336589839844549922014-01-27T06:00:00.000-06:002014-01-27T06:00:04.505-06:00Happy Birthday, Mr Mozart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/szMu8si_YYQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185413746537858374.post-40354313488586504112014-01-20T09:25:00.001-06:002014-01-20T09:25:20.042-06:00<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.940000534057617px;">"No man by nature and left to himself has ever sought God...If you and I can claim as Christian people that we are seeking God, there is only one explanation for it, and that is that God has first sought us...Show me a man who can say honestly that he is seeking after God, and I will show you a man who has been quickened by God's Spirit, whom God has sought." </span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.940000534057617px;"><u>Romans - The Righteousness Judgment Of God</u></span>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12768439145520137267noreply@blogger.com0