<?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-9063707616415546336</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:39:52.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>intricate details of a passionate heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-638573228368192387</id><published>2008-11-13T22:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:50:31.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Blog Location</title><summary type='text'>Hey y'all. Good news/bad news. which do you want first?Bad news: You have to change your blogroll to my new domain.Good news: Wordpress layout is WAY better, and I suggest you get one if you're currently using blogger.comSo, all my posts have been transferred over and I'm starting to blog at this site:www.kpace.wordpress.comThanks for understanding. much love,-k</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/638573228368192387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=638573228368192387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/638573228368192387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/638573228368192387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-read-this.html' title='Change Blog Location'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7181468958183237541</id><published>2008-11-10T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:33:17.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>body aches</title><summary type='text'>Romans 12:3-5, "Because of the privilege and authority God has given me, I give each of you this warning: Don’t think you are better than you really are. Be honest in your evaluation of yourselves, measuring yourselves by the faith God has given us. Just as our bodies have many parts and each part has a special function, so it is with Christ’s body. We are many parts of one body, and we all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7181468958183237541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7181468958183237541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7181468958183237541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7181468958183237541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/body-aches.html' title='body aches'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-9139339626565390950</id><published>2008-11-10T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:15:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soles 4 Souls</title><summary type='text'>"over 300 million people around the world don’t have shoes and are forced to walk around unsafe and in potentially life-threatening conditions."What? So today is the official launch of 50000shoes.com. There is a mass blog campaign trying to get the word out about Soles 4 Souls, and this is it.Who? Soles 4 Souls is a charity-based organization based out of Nashville, Tennessee, and the main goal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/9139339626565390950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=9139339626565390950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/9139339626565390950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/9139339626565390950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/soles-4-souls.html' title='Soles 4 Souls'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8786621026460335392</id><published>2008-11-09T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:39:39.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for the beautiful, dead leaves.</title><summary type='text'>John F. Kennedy once said, "As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them."I was talking to my granddaddy today about gratitude and how it is one of the most unpracticed virtues of today. When I'm at work, if someone says "thank you", and I can tell that they mean it sincerely, it pushes me continue to give everything I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8786621026460335392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8786621026460335392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8786621026460335392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8786621026460335392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-beautiful-dead-leaves.html' title='thank you for the beautiful, dead leaves.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-4116671930066738281</id><published>2008-11-07T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:12:11.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a penny for my thoughts and poems</title><summary type='text'>Scars of past hurt have forced me to succumb to the serenity and solemness of solitude and actually enjoy the pleasantries of its company.Envisioning that round silver circle of commitment backs me into a corner- gasping for breath and frantically searching for an exit.I have to get out before I am in too deep, but looking below I realize I can no longer see my toes and the ground is inching its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/4116671930066738281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=4116671930066738281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4116671930066738281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4116671930066738281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/penny-for-my-thoughts-and-poems.html' title='a penny for my thoughts and poems'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8307689725077298680</id><published>2008-11-06T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:46:10.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A grey-haired me</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine sent this to me via text today saying that he felt like he'd be thrown 50 years into into the future watching me dance.I'll say that I would definitely have to agree with him. Neither menopause or arthritis is gonna keep me from breakin' it down.I felt that it was worth sharing, so here's the link.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2OkSmxnHew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8307689725077298680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8307689725077298680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8307689725077298680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8307689725077298680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/grey-haired-me.html' title='A grey-haired me'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7837499505692819299</id><published>2008-11-02T00:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:30:23.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract Art</title><summary type='text'>**This is something I found that I had written during my trip to Cambodia. I wrote a lot. Some I will share, some I won't. But this is one that I will. :)**"There is nothing simple about creation. There are only simple minds that lack the appreciation and ability to acknowledge God manifesting his glory through sunsets and waterfalls."Why does it take a handshake with poverty to awaken our hearts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7837499505692819299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7837499505692819299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7837499505692819299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7837499505692819299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/abstract-art.html' title='Abstract Art'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7019732364680417709</id><published>2008-11-01T17:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:02:49.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In my fallenness, God, give me eyes to see the good in others.</title><summary type='text'>**I know this is long, but it's from my heart of hearts....Just read it**For everyone that knows me well, you know that I'm not the angry type. It takes a lot to get me fired up. Maybe I'm a little sensitive at times, but I'm a woman, and I'll be happy to admit that it's part of our nature.Last night, I had a conversation that made me angry. I was literally yelling on the phone. (Mind you, I'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7019732364680417709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7019732364680417709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7019732364680417709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7019732364680417709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-my-fallenness-god-give-me-eyes-to.html' title='In my fallenness, God, give me eyes to see the good in others.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-2293814752254080763</id><published>2008-10-29T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:24:23.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My sneakers don't fit like they should</title><summary type='text'>It's probably too late to be writing this post, for I'm likely to make many errors due to my delirious state, nevertheless, I feel like writing so here goes it.I'm going to be uber transparent with everyone right now. I believe vulnerability is key to building relationships, so I'm choosing tonight to be open. I have been feeling so unprepared and inadequate. I just sat with a friend today over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/2293814752254080763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=2293814752254080763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2293814752254080763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2293814752254080763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sneakers-dont-fit-like-they-should.html' title='My sneakers don&apos;t fit like they should'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5115124481104248774</id><published>2008-10-23T11:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:20:46.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret of living</title><summary type='text'>"We exist in order to enjoy making much of Him....... Christ is glorious so that rich or poor, sick or sound, we might be satisfied in Him." - John Piper  This quote just really spoke to me. So many times we really play the "why me?" game. We're so prideful to believe that as Christians, we deserve some type of elevated life above the unsaved. It's not about us. It's about Him. Whether or not we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5115124481104248774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5115124481104248774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5115124481104248774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5115124481104248774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-of-living.html' title='The secret of living'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SQCV54OxzPI/AAAAAAAAA-w/i0PFq02zGjA/s72-c/secret+of+living.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7125872760260556647</id><published>2008-10-19T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:41:02.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequency Change</title><summary type='text'>Today I am content. I am freezing like an ice cube upstairs in the office, but I'm content.As I was sitting here listening to a Francis Chan sermon from last week (check him out at www.cornerstonechurch.com), he was talking about being so enamored by his relationship with Jesus. He wasn't bragging by any means, but just saying how in love he was with God. I started questioning if that was me.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7125872760260556647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7125872760260556647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7125872760260556647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7125872760260556647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/frequency-change.html' title='Frequency Change'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8330964874479915260</id><published>2008-10-18T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:33:42.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass danced.</title><summary type='text'>I just took a look at my feeds, and it seems that I currently have 42 posts. With about 10 weeks to go in the year, that means I averaged writing once a week. Once. A Week. That's just not acceptable. Surely I have more inspiration than that, but I've begun to accept the terrible truth that my life may just not be that exciting right now......Psyche.God is doing too many good things for my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8330964874479915260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8330964874479915260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8330964874479915260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8330964874479915260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/grass-danced.html' title='The grass danced.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-3122185190559424581</id><published>2008-10-15T15:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:20:52.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be nice to everybody....</title><summary type='text'>So lets just talk a minute. God is so good. I mean, SO good. Romans 8:28, a well-known verse, says "And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose."Yesterday, I told a friend, "I'd rather have nothing and have God provide everything than have everything and never see the hand of Jehovah Jireh work in my life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/3122185190559424581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=3122185190559424581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3122185190559424581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3122185190559424581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-nice-to-everybody.html' title='Be nice to everybody....'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-3114591526400540608</id><published>2008-10-12T13:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:47:58.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretch out your arms and follow me.</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to express what my eyes have seen since my trip to Cambodia. There are many vivid images that are going to remain in my mind for years to come, but it's because of these images that I'm becoming more of who God created me to be. I knew I was called to missions earlier this year. Imagine, going 4 years of college and not knowing what exactly you wanted to do, and all of the sudden it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/3114591526400540608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=3114591526400540608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3114591526400540608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3114591526400540608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/stretch-out-your-arms-and-follow-me.html' title='Stretch out your arms and follow me.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5711803403841137289</id><published>2008-10-06T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:36:21.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abounding with Him</title><summary type='text'>I realize that I want to be one of those people that inspires others because God's character radiates from my life and contracts a disease of spiritual affection to Christ. I want it to emit from the very pores of my flesh. Let love and joy be genuinely evident in my life, so much like a powerful, gushing waterfall- neverending and limitless. Although the source of the flow is unseen, we know it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5711803403841137289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5711803403841137289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5711803403841137289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5711803403841137289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/abounding-with-him.html' title='Abounding with Him'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7265084002223469782</id><published>2008-10-01T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:06:33.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christian.</title><summary type='text'>You ever heard the saying, "You learn something new every daÿ"? Well, I learn something new every hour. I've learned 5 Khmer phrases, been to the Killing Fields, Toun Sleng prison museum, the Russian Market, 2 malls, seen a guy with a barf bag on the plane stand right in front of me throwing up, smelled the odor of poverty, seen desperation at its worst, encountered more amputees than I've ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7265084002223469782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7265084002223469782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7265084002223469782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7265084002223469782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/10/christian.html' title='A Christian.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-1184374073169272696</id><published>2008-09-27T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:51:11.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 4 W's and the H, Burn away.... Love, K.</title><summary type='text'>The last few times my Granddaddy and I have talked, he's told me not to worry. You know when someone gives you advice and you're thinking, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm not dealing with that, but thanks for your time well spent telling me about it..." then you actually take a good look at your life and realize how right they really were? Zing. Today during my walk/prayer time I found myself praying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/1184374073169272696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=1184374073169272696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1184374073169272696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1184374073169272696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-4-ws-and-h-burn-away-love-k.html' title='Dear 4 W&apos;s and the H, Burn away.... Love, K.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8810856492702921115</id><published>2008-09-22T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:55:38.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Thinking</title><summary type='text'>In response to a friend's great idea, I have his permission (thanks, love) to create a post similar to a recent one of his own. Apparently, I am to choose a phrase at the beginning and complete the thought. My phrase is "I like it when..."I like it when........My heart breaks for someone else because I feel connected to their soul. I can help someone solve a problem- It gives me a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8810856492702921115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8810856492702921115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8810856492702921115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8810856492702921115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/09/blissful-thinking.html' title='Blissful Thinking'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-140505627170594727</id><published>2008-09-15T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:32:25.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammatically incorrectly correct</title><summary type='text'>In watching the news on the latest crash and burn from Lehman Brothers and the Bank of America/Merrill Lynch acquisition on Fox News,  my grandmother says...."Cain't nobody buy out Jesus. He is the only secure thing we have."That's right, Grammy. You tell 'em. He is the only stable thing we have. Isn't that a funny thought? No amount of money can purchase Jesus. Nothing can kill him. Nothing can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/140505627170594727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=140505627170594727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/140505627170594727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/140505627170594727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/09/grammatically-incorrectly-correct.html' title='Grammatically incorrectly correct'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-1279567892844396009</id><published>2008-09-13T02:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T04:03:56.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm positive I'll be mocked for this.</title><summary type='text'>There is a big part of adventure that I now believe is sticky to the touch and should be avoided. In walking with some of my friends tonight during what we were calling "ghost-hunting", I stepped into it with very innocent intentions. What seems to be innocent always has a way of sneaking in a little harm on the side. Our mind has commonly been called a battlefield, but even in knowing that this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/1279567892844396009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=1279567892844396009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1279567892844396009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1279567892844396009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-positive-ill-be-mocked-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m positive I&apos;ll be mocked for this.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-2774125751067837133</id><published>2008-08-31T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:52:44.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a pocketful of people</title><summary type='text'>Funny how God just sort of brings people in and out of your life. I read something today about relationships helping with a healing process.... and so I started pondering why people are consistently inconsistent. For a girl like me, consistency is a big deal. Even if you know me well, you may not know that consistency it is on my top 5 most important qualities in a person, and especially a friend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/2774125751067837133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=2774125751067837133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2774125751067837133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2774125751067837133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/08/pocketful-of-people.html' title='a pocketful of people'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-3441038896894034875</id><published>2008-08-25T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:05:08.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on the cross, Hands in the air.</title><summary type='text'>So, recently I blogged about the current status of my life. Oh how God can  use some things to make you recognize that your present state, no matter how depressing it really is, does not dictate your actions. We choose how we react to things. We can react with our sinful nature (excuses, depression, despair) or our HOPE, which is Christ.In church Sunday, Pastor was talking about baggage. It was a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/3441038896894034875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=3441038896894034875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3441038896894034875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3441038896894034875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/08/eyes-on-cross-hands-in-air.html' title='Eyes on the cross, Hands in the air.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-1794540315259340950</id><published>2008-08-24T00:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:10:54.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the downcast shadow of my transparency</title><summary type='text'>Ever experience those unexplainable moments where you just can't put your finger on what you're feeling because a flood of multiple emotions is raging down on you? Yep. Say hello to my life as of late. Crazy as it sounds, I don't have a lot going on around me, but there is so much going on inside of me. current status of my.....Thoughts: jaded. boggled.Emotions: overwhelmed.Body: tired.Feelings: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/1794540315259340950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=1794540315259340950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1794540315259340950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1794540315259340950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/08/downcast-shadow-of-my-transparency.html' title='the downcast shadow of my transparency'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-4482378748678094978</id><published>2008-08-21T00:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:55:04.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we walk away calmly &amp; they are dumbfounded.</title><summary type='text'>James 2:18 "How can you show me your faith if you don’t have good deeds? I will show you my faith by my good deeds.”I've read James countless times before, but this scripture just jumped out at me today. I will show you my faith by my good deeds. This means that we are displaying our Christianity in our actions. *duh* This is a scary thought. We're conveying our faith based on how we act. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/4482378748678094978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=4482378748678094978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4482378748678094978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4482378748678094978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-walk-away-calmly-they-are.html' title='we walk away calmly &amp; they are dumbfounded.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5633267479656985220</id><published>2008-08-19T19:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:39:51.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you think you act like a grown-up, huh?</title><summary type='text'>So, I've decided I want to be a little more committed to my blogging. I realize that the writing will probably be therapeutic for me, regardless of the complexity or profoundness of the content. My thoughts need to be expressed in some way, because I understand that I talk a lot and people just can't listen as long as I want to talk. (God, please bless my future husband with genuine interest to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5633267479656985220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5633267479656985220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5633267479656985220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5633267479656985220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-think-you-act-like-grown-up-huh.html' title='you think you act like a grown-up, huh?'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-154998378565422447</id><published>2008-08-19T00:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:43:26.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>restlessness stinks.</title><summary type='text'>When we're in school, we wish we werent. When we're out, we wish we were with everyone. We love the social life. We hate the drama. I'll miss the moments I skip class in the  morning to go to breakfast. I'll miss never going to chapel. I'll never regret going to class in my pj's with my hair tucked under a hat to disguise the late nite I had before. I miss the whistles and cheers of my closest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/154998378565422447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=154998378565422447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/154998378565422447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/154998378565422447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/08/restlessness-stinks.html' title='restlessness stinks.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5184740352497488749</id><published>2008-07-26T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:28:32.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simple brilliance</title><summary type='text'>Today, I may have thought about my future more than any other day. It's funny because when family comes in town, they want to know everything.  "So what's next?"     "Where are you living?"     "When are you going to get married?" (really? I mean, c'mon I'm not even dating anyone!!!)             ...........                                                ............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5184740352497488749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5184740352497488749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5184740352497488749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5184740352497488749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/simple-brilliance.html' title='simple brilliance'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SIvxkJnOJGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Obqq5qIihTY/s72-c/me+and+grandaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-3803559013534060230</id><published>2008-07-21T17:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:56:11.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a love storm.</title><summary type='text'>My heart pounds in my chest and a smile bubbles up from deep inside. i feel as if I could very well be in love with someone I've never met.A child. An orphan. A widow. Desperation. Resentment. Hurt.Hope. Desire. Chance.they are the words I see when looking at pictures of the eyes of children that need love. need Jesus.they need someone to teach them that Jesus is real. so that means i need to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/3803559013534060230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=3803559013534060230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3803559013534060230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3803559013534060230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-storm.html' title='a love storm.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-9221316145263531253</id><published>2008-07-21T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:02:44.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all who come</title><summary type='text'>Lips of angels open wide to sing of You, the Great OneNations gather to see the radiance of your beautyWe lift our gaze to the sacrifice on the cross and sayIt was your grace that gave me lifeYour blood was shed as my priceSalvation as a purchased freedomPaid by my Savior for all who comeFreedom flowed out over every handReaching to touch the hem of your garmentOnce held in bondage we are no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/9221316145263531253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=9221316145263531253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/9221316145263531253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/9221316145263531253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-all-who-come.html' title='For all who come'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-2242685377912628512</id><published>2008-07-20T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:50:12.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take seconds, please.</title><summary type='text'>"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much." -Mother TeresaAfter sifting through loads of quotes made by this incredibly awe-inspiring woman, I sat here and laughed at this statement.  When she made it,  I have no idea if she ever intended this to be humorous, however, it struck me funny when I read it because it applied to my current </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/2242685377912628512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=2242685377912628512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2242685377912628512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2242685377912628512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-take-seconds-please.html' title='I&apos;ll take seconds, please.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5539656591507699773</id><published>2008-07-14T00:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:47:02.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i want the words to say it right.</title><summary type='text'>Today I sat with a friend, struggling to find a way to perfectly articulate just what I wanted to say. It was a battle to sit and listen to a detailed description of a trying situation, know the solution and then come up with the most convincing way to help them carry it out. Some decisions require a bold commitment. You must firmly walk to the right or to the left. There's no turning back. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5539656591507699773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5539656591507699773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5539656591507699773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5539656591507699773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-words-to-say-it-right.html' title='i want the words to say it right.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-4135205895024476551</id><published>2008-07-09T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:49:21.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>steady, child.... take my hand.</title><summary type='text'>"The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the Lord holds them by the hand." Psalm 37:23My desire is to please your heartto make you feel the warmth of my deep love for youtake my hand.never let it go.hold tight and steady my footing.I balance my way across life's tightrope string.It bends.It sways.It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/4135205895024476551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=4135205895024476551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4135205895024476551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4135205895024476551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/steady-child-take-my-hand.html' title='steady, child.... take my hand.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8464899770126230907</id><published>2008-07-09T12:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:52:39.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7.9.2008- a reminesce of the fire.</title><summary type='text'>More than ever before I am done with my past. I have let go of it and completely committed my life to Christ.  I am focusing on chasing after what lies ahead, just like Paul encouraged us to do. Funny how just when things get going for you and you begin to feel so confident about things, a little something from your past seems to pop up. It's a challenge. It helps you grow. Stretches you. Refines</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8464899770126230907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8464899770126230907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8464899770126230907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8464899770126230907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/792008-reminesce-of-fire.html' title='7.9.2008- a reminesce of the fire.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5001603445552999374</id><published>2008-07-03T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:07:10.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He says that I am because I am and He defines me.</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking lately of the possibility that our biggest insecurities could be a result of the enemy's way of distracting us from what could exist as our most violent threat against the Kingdom. Don't be confused. What I'm saying is that when we address each individual flaw or insecurity that we may have, most of the time it is just a dumb issue of self-perception rather than an issue that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5001603445552999374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5001603445552999374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5001603445552999374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5001603445552999374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-says-that-i-am-because-i-am-and-he.html' title='He says that I am because I am and He defines me.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-1679043929871943970</id><published>2008-06-25T01:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:57:28.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>invisibly yours.</title><summary type='text'>to ponder what you are and who you will become is a common thread in your cloak.trusting only in what i see with my limited understanding and perception,my strenuous course of digging seems to remain defiant.hitting dead end again, i slave in an aimless attempt at discovering depth.do you even know?the invisible self is only visible to himself,but what good is he to those who want to see life?you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/1679043929871943970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=1679043929871943970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1679043929871943970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1679043929871943970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/invisibly-yours.html' title='invisibly yours.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-5075553175289320777</id><published>2008-06-25T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:46:29.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a midnight whisper to my father</title><summary type='text'>My prayer is that in my life Your will would be done. Your perfect plan for my life would come to pass. Let my eyes be a light to others. Shine brightly through my life, and teach me to be more like You. When I whisper Your name, Jesus, come and be the God of my life. Let me do great things for your Kingdom. I want to make you so proud. I long to help others see how wonderful You truly are, but I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/5075553175289320777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=5075553175289320777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5075553175289320777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/5075553175289320777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/midnight-whisper-to-my-father.html' title='a midnight whisper to my father'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-2807281316662249872</id><published>2008-06-25T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:40:26.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>put your head through the clouds and find light.</title><summary type='text'>written 05.06.2008I think sometimes when you are receiving the most clarity from God it can instantly be squandered by a stupid decision. Funny how when we are living/striving to follow the will of God how one mistake can completely distort your train of thought. I'm not trying to cheapen grace or Christ's sacrifice for our forgiveness, but I know that although forgiveness of sin exists, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/2807281316662249872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=2807281316662249872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2807281316662249872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2807281316662249872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/put-your-head-through-clouds-and-find.html' title='put your head through the clouds and find light.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8781036181055517396</id><published>2008-06-25T01:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:06:10.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grab hold of Him and breathe deeply.</title><summary type='text'>There are times where we will fear the very will of God. Times when our hesitancy smothers the very breath  that gasps to breathe for the Father. It is in those moments of fear where our love for Christ must surpass the love of self. To know His purpose and to allow ourselves to be overcome by the shallow emotion of self-doubt towards our destiny (and, in turn, permitting our selfishness for our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8781036181055517396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8781036181055517396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8781036181055517396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8781036181055517396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/grab-hold-of-him-and-breathe-deeply.html' title='grab hold of Him and breathe deeply.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-4939503388478063096</id><published>2008-06-25T00:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:59:51.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the ambiguity of love in its distorted state.</title><summary type='text'>My heart is breaking. I can't sleep. I can't think clearly. I'm kept awake by the thought of children suffering around the world for whatever reason: hunger, sickness, prostitution, depression, forced military soldiers.   I'm reading about sex trafficking in Southeast Asia, where hundreds of thousands of little girls are being emotionally and physically scarred, bruised, battered and broken just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/4939503388478063096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=4939503388478063096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4939503388478063096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4939503388478063096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/ambiguity-of-love-in-its-distorted.html' title='the ambiguity of love in its distorted state.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7705021317367538142</id><published>2008-06-25T00:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:58:55.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He had it. I want it.</title><summary type='text'>As I was reading about Paul in Colossians today, something hit me like never before. Paul was the man. I mean, seriously, he was the freaking bomb. Make fun of my saying that all you want, but this guy got something right. A man who once murdered Christians and then became transformed because of a face to face experience with God the Father himself. He then took on the burden of the Father to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7705021317367538142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7705021317367538142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7705021317367538142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7705021317367538142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-had-it-i-want-it.html' title='He had it. I want it.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-3793630016786580888</id><published>2008-06-25T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:58:06.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>move in the right direction</title><summary type='text'>With graduation right around the corner, I realize that it's a time for new beginnings. A time to be refreshed. To move on to another part of my life. What I have begun to realize lately is that we fear to move forward into new beginnings. We fear the unknown, and we are terrified to let go of something without knowing what is ahead.  Both Christians and non-Christians are control freaks. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/3793630016786580888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=3793630016786580888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3793630016786580888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3793630016786580888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/move-in-right-direction.html' title='move in the right direction'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-8105505169516718561</id><published>2008-06-25T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:11:43.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let. us. be. violent. in. our. waiting.</title><summary type='text'>It's occurred to me that waiting is a time of warfare. A time of perseverance. A time to kill, literally. To kill off your flesh, the enemy and all of his attacks coming against your life. When God tells you to wait for something- an answer- anything. When you don't know what to do in a situation, but you know you're supposed to wait, then I believe you are at one of the most vulnerable points in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/8105505169516718561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=8105505169516718561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8105505169516718561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/8105505169516718561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-us-be-violent-in-our-waiting.html' title='let. us. be. violent. in. our. waiting.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-6188381031324858841</id><published>2008-06-25T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:56:11.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing a Living God</title><summary type='text'>It's so weird that I haven't taken time to write another note. It's not that God hasn't been doing incredible things in my life, because He has, but it's just that I haven't taken the time for it.  This isn't going to be like my other ones. You know, where I get crazy deep sometimes. So much where you are thinking, "is she serious right now?" But... I'm just going to share a thought.  Something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/6188381031324858841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=6188381031324858841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/6188381031324858841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/6188381031324858841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/knowing-living-god.html' title='Knowing a Living God'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-6143964437708593674</id><published>2008-06-25T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:55:17.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He calls me beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it funny how girls just strive to be called beautiful by their boyfriends? Wives want to be beautiful forever for their husbands, and they want them to recognize them for it. It's self-assurance. It's love. It's an act of true love. When they see you as something that no one else does. You are truly beautiful to them.  We make ourselves pretty/handsome every day. We get up, take showers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/6143964437708593674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=6143964437708593674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/6143964437708593674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/6143964437708593674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-calls-me-beautiful.html' title='He calls me beautiful'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-6759406022938570270</id><published>2008-06-25T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:54:14.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another dream, another nightmare</title><summary type='text'>i hate having bad dreams. no... i despise it. they were not created of God, nor did God ever intend for us to have them. some dreams can be seen as dreams of warning that make us feel uncomfortable, yet they are designed for us to take notice for the future. other dreams just make you feel horrible. they are haunting.   it's like the enemy knows just what to make you think late at night. in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/6759406022938570270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=6759406022938570270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/6759406022938570270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/6759406022938570270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-dream-another-nightmare.html' title='another dream, another nightmare'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-947109253065016277</id><published>2008-06-25T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:53:18.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could only write Him a love song....</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing so much of what you learn if you just open your ears and eyes to the Father. I've been thinking about why I have to learn the same lesson over and over again. It stinks, really. You say, "God, I thought you taught me this times before.... why again?"   In searching for my answer, I have realized that the topic of the lesson I have been learning is all about my weakness. I distrust </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/947109253065016277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=947109253065016277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/947109253065016277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/947109253065016277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-could-only-write-him-love-song.html' title='If I could only write Him a love song....'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-1113783924326629410</id><published>2008-06-25T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:52:28.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing your generation to reflect the spirit of Christ</title><summary type='text'>In one way or another there is something that we can each pick out about our own family that we view in a negative light. We are taught that we should not dwell on the past, and that we should move forward in everything we do. Philippians 3:13-14 says that we should forget what is behind and press towards the goal. Many people take this scripture out of context, basically using it to describe how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/1113783924326629410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=1113783924326629410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1113783924326629410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/1113783924326629410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/changing-your-generation-to-reflect.html' title='Changing your generation to reflect the spirit of Christ'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-4149708675504928268</id><published>2008-06-25T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:50:39.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebbles on the Path</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been on the right road to somewhere, and you know you're on the right road but you're not sure where it's taking you exactly or when you're going to be at the end? It's frustrating.  It's amazing how much we can trust God, knowing He is doing incredible things in our lives, but then we get anxious about the outcome. Wondering...."when is this coming?" "is this REALLY the right way?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/4149708675504928268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=4149708675504928268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4149708675504928268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/4149708675504928268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/pebbles-on-path.html' title='Pebbles on the Path'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-3828279648039650425</id><published>2008-06-25T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:49:09.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Faith....teach me.</title><summary type='text'>I have had this odd misconception that faith is the same as trust, however, it's not. Strangely enough, they do go hand in hand, along with hope, but they are not the same.   "Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see." Hebrews 11:1 (NLT). I believe that faith is the foundation of everything we believe in. It is how we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/3828279648039650425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=3828279648039650425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3828279648039650425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/3828279648039650425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-faithteach-me.html' title='Dear Faith....teach me.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-2668732688128389298</id><published>2008-06-25T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:47:25.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget Me, God.</title><summary type='text'>In this time in my life where everything seems to have come to a screeching halt, a sharp turn and a dead end, I have to put my trust in the Lord. Cliche's... I hate them. Unfortunately, that has become one of the most popular of the Christian world today. It's so true though. God is the authority over all of our lives. The creator of the Universe. Author of our stories with the pen in hand just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/2668732688128389298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=2668732688128389298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2668732688128389298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2668732688128389298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-forget-me-god.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget Me, God.'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-354922853991987751</id><published>2008-06-25T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:44:11.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing Christ as He Prepares the Way</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever thought about your unbelief? Probably not. You know he is the way to salvation. The only way that we inherit the kingdom. Believing in him is the only way to be cleansed of your sins of unrighteousness and be renewed by the sacrifice of his blood. Believing IN Him is not the problem we face. It's believing his word.  We always say, "There is a reason for everything we go through." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/354922853991987751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=354922853991987751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/354922853991987751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/354922853991987751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/believing-christ-as-he-prepares-way.html' title='Believing Christ as He Prepares the Way'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-2189720406471770920</id><published>2008-06-25T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:41:29.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, God, Why? Or... What?</title><summary type='text'>We ask this question all the time. Why does this happen? Why me? Why right now? I am learning that although this question remains constant in every Christian's life, we must ask a more important question: God, what are you trying to show me?  In Isaiah 38, King Hezekiah was a faithful king, but he became very ill. God healed him, restored his health completely and gave him 15 years of life after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/2189720406471770920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=2189720406471770920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2189720406471770920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/2189720406471770920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-ask-this-question-all-time.html' title='Why, God, Why? Or... What?'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063707616415546336.post-7770245718240234221</id><published>2008-06-25T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:37:13.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>revive my sheltered heart</title><summary type='text'>Sitting, waiting, wondering. Has my heart stopped beating? Faster, Faster. I beat my chest. I breathe deeply... and sigh.  All feelings that were once a rushing flood have now dried up and gone away. Never did I ask for this lifeless, apathetic heart! Too afraid of breaking, so it stopped but will it ever start? Just to feel it skip again. Just to feel it shudder. I'd rather have it love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/feeds/7770245718240234221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063707616415546336&amp;postID=7770245718240234221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7770245718240234221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063707616415546336/posts/default/7770245718240234221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenpace.blogspot.com/2008/06/revive-my-sheltered-heart.html' title='revive my sheltered heart'/><author><name>kristen elisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17520341211564401343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bo9vNKB9uA/SPtOmbhofoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/tKOmxedtD_0/S220/hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
