tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26072867722120440182024-03-13T20:10:43.104-07:00Facing Glorytaking time to see the glory of GodLindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-53431828191009438682012-05-30T20:35:00.001-07:002012-05-30T20:35:57.211-07:00Photo Book<object width="425" height="425" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0AbNHDdi3aNGkOhg%26uid%3D004044717846%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1338435328000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&size=0&ob=0&fc=0&ss=0&sb=0&ft=0"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0AbNHDdi3aNGkOhg%26uid%3D004044717846%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1338435328000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&size=0&ob=0&fc=0&ss=0&sb=0&ft=0" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"></embed></object><p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbNHDdi3aNGj2g&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115">Click here to view this photo book larger</a><div style="margin-top: 10px; width: 425px; text-align: center;">Shutterfly offers exclusive <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books" style="color: #6666cc;">photobook layouts</a> so you can make your book just the way you want.</div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=photobook&c2=blogger" /></p>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-23989035834415690912011-09-23T09:56:00.001-07:002011-09-23T09:56:08.126-07:00Photo Book<object width="425" height="425" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0AbNHDdi3aNGkOLA%26uid%3D004044717846%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1316796957000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&size=0&ob=0&fc=0&ss=0&sb=0&ft=0"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0AbNHDdi3aNGkOLA%26uid%3D004044717846%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1316796957000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&size=0&ob=0&fc=0&ss=0&sb=0&ft=0" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"></embed></object><p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbNHDdi3aNGjjw&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115">Click here to view this photo book larger</a><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=photobook&c2=blogger" /></p>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-80669629164935596242010-12-13T19:23:00.000-08:002010-12-13T19:24:05.086-08:00What a lovely lady...<script type="text/javascript" src="http://video.foxnews.com/v/embed.js?id=4456330&w=466&h=263"></script><noscript>Watch the latest video at <a href="http://video.foxnews.com">video.foxnews.com</a></noscript>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-29990020024160301442010-11-30T12:46:00.001-08:002010-11-30T12:51:03.586-08:00How 'bout them cowgirls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TPVivBHGPkI/AAAAAAAADEk/ECTvlj_-cYY/s1600/bri%2Band%2Blindsay.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TPVivBHGPkI/AAAAAAAADEk/ECTvlj_-cYY/s400/bri%2Band%2Blindsay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545447076068212290" /></a><br />This is a photo from Bri and Scott's wedding a couple of years ago. Let me tell you it was a ton of fun. I wanted to share this photo because it just symbolizes so much for me. <br /><br />-Lovely friendship<br />-Fun yellow dresses<br />-Cowboy boots<br />-Dancing to George Straight<br /><br />If there is one thing in life I love it is dancing. There is just something about spinning around and letting your hair down that makes your steps a little lighter as you walk off the floor. I'm convinced that if everyone had some good, clean fun on the dance floor every so often, no one would need antidepressants. <br /><br />I'm off to write one more paper. Have a good afternoon friends.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-44250129483890092902010-11-20T19:02:00.000-08:002010-11-20T19:26:38.550-08:00Freedom???Freedom.<br />–noun<br />1. the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint: <span style="font-style:italic;">He won his freedom after a retrial.</span><br />2. exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc.<br />3. the power to determine action without restraint.<br /><br />The power to determine action. Just think, we have the power to determine action. What does that even mean?<br />John 8:36 says, <br /><blockquote>if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed </blockquote><br />Free indeed! But what is the freedom that comes from Christ? Is it life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness? Is it a lack of discipline? Is it never paying a cent for anything? What kind of freedom does Christ bring?<br />Once again, Oswald has me thinking. He writes...<br /><blockquote>If there is even a trace of individual self-satisfaction left in us, it always says, “I can’t surrender,” or “I can’t be free.” But the spiritual part of our being never says “I can’t”; it simply soaks up everything around it. Our spirit hungers for more and more. It is the way we are built. We are designed with a great capacity for God, but sin, our own individuality, and wrong thinking keep us from getting to Him. God delivers us from sin— we have to deliver ourselves from our individuality. This means offering our natural life to God and sacrificing it to Him, so He may transform it into spiritual life through our obedience.</blockquote><br />Maybe the "I can'ts" aren't from God. I think God may put some I won'ts in our minds. I won't do this, or I won't do that. But faith, faith is believing in the impossible. <br />Once again, I am not going to pretend to sort this all out. I'll let you wrestle with the idea a freedom as man has done for the last few thousand years. I'll leave you with some photos of what freedom looks like to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiPvWr6EOI/AAAAAAAADEE/-kMpYvHaFww/s1600/100_2363.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiPvWr6EOI/AAAAAAAADEE/-kMpYvHaFww/s400/100_2363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541837385185759458" /></a><blockquote> Free to learn.</blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiP8GkWQ3I/AAAAAAAADEU/EJkz7aGy8Fo/s1600/LU3M8804.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiP8GkWQ3I/AAAAAAAADEU/EJkz7aGy8Fo/s400/LU3M8804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541837604197385074" /></a><blockquote>Free to laugh.</blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiP88vAyWI/AAAAAAAADEc/l45xX_p-KGg/s1600/Matthew%2B001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiP88vAyWI/AAAAAAAADEc/l45xX_p-KGg/s400/Matthew%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541837618737629538" /></a><blockquote>Free to dance.</blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiPwJ5bF5I/AAAAAAAADEM/hjHueuyCBbY/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TOiPwJ5bF5I/AAAAAAAADEM/hjHueuyCBbY/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541837398932658066" /></a><blockquote>Free to fall in love.</blockquote>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-70216761268154667582010-09-18T07:29:00.000-07:002010-09-18T07:31:07.541-07:00Ken, not KennethAs a small child, I always wondered what Ken was thinking. What should I make his voice sound when he was talking to Barbie while riding in their pink Corvette? Well, now I know.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VM8rW6uvnVI?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VM8rW6uvnVI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-70319717694633208912010-09-07T16:00:00.000-07:002010-09-07T16:14:29.990-07:00Priceless PercolatorThere is something therapeutic about a morning cup of coffee. I commuted in a little early this morning so that I would have time to stop at my favorite coffee spot. Life has been a little hectic and there just hasn't been much time for the coffee shop. But when I stopped in this morning and the guy that's always working there took my order, it just started my morning off right. If you are a watcher of Gilmore Girls, you know about Luke's Diner. If you don't share my love for Stars Hollow, you can wait for the next blog, because you just won't appreciate this one.<br /><br />I watched the last and final episode today when I arrived home from work. Let's just say that it wasn't complete without a serving of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Blue Bell Ice Cream. It was glorious. I loved the whole episode, but here is my favorite scene...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9qHtAQ9XoA?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9qHtAQ9XoA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Smell the coffee<br />Feel the warmth of the mug<br />Enjoy the familiarity of the morning<br /><br />This clip communicates just why I love morning coffee so much. As simple as it is, I feel like life runs a little deeper with a cup of brewed goodness in my hands. <br /><br />So, take time to stop into your favorite coffee shop. It just might 'perc' up your day.<br /><br />p.s. Thank you Katherine for my very own percolator. :-)Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-58748580361015446952010-09-06T12:15:00.000-07:002010-09-06T13:47:13.422-07:00sadie, sadie, married lady<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIU_XM-moOI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/fuHZR1axq1E/s1600/IMG_3264-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIU_XM-moOI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/fuHZR1axq1E/s400/IMG_3264-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513882986638385378" /></a><br />I have been missing my blog. It sounds silly even to me. What is it about typing my thoughts and hitting 'publish post' that is such a fun experience? I think it just forces me to take the time to think positive, to reflect and see the beautiful connections that God is working out in my life. It is really no different than a journal or a scrapbook, but this requires no mess and I can easily add pictures!<br /><br />So today, I would like to share some wedding pictures. Here are some of my favorites in random order...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVALJc3DoI/AAAAAAAAC3w/8gP7s4vQT5Y/s1600/IMG_3169-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVALJc3DoI/AAAAAAAAC3w/8gP7s4vQT5Y/s400/IMG_3169-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513883879044746882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVAKkbm8yI/AAAAAAAAC3o/MoOdCM4kmqo/s1600/IMG_3106-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVAKkbm8yI/AAAAAAAAC3o/MoOdCM4kmqo/s400/IMG_3106-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513883869107385122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVAJ9k1l9I/AAAAAAAAC3g/KHth0XXXubk/s1600/IMG_3114-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVAJ9k1l9I/AAAAAAAAC3g/KHth0XXXubk/s400/IMG_3114-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513883858677110738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVAJi2c1hI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/QApP9SGd7pc/s1600/IMG_3258.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVAJi2c1hI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/QApP9SGd7pc/s400/IMG_3258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513883851503228434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA5CqYeCI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/PTvGUDTvK2g/s1600/IMG_3206-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA5CqYeCI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/PTvGUDTvK2g/s400/IMG_3206-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513884667496396834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA4wYdGuI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/wO4zxhl-pZY/s1600/IMG_3237-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA4wYdGuI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/wO4zxhl-pZY/s400/IMG_3237-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513884662589364962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA4H-PmAI/AAAAAAAAC4I/-4DTF72gQyA/s1600/IMG_3240-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA4H-PmAI/AAAAAAAAC4I/-4DTF72gQyA/s400/IMG_3240-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513884651742009346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVF3UACHII/AAAAAAAAC44/pZwhjbQrUl0/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVF3UACHII/AAAAAAAAC44/pZwhjbQrUl0/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513890135349009538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA3_7llsI/AAAAAAAAC4A/zfErK7djkAk/s1600/IMG_3230-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA3_7llsI/AAAAAAAAC4A/zfErK7djkAk/s400/IMG_3230-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513884649583384258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVCJ25sF9I/AAAAAAAAC4o/t9aDeHe__Q4/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVCJ25sF9I/AAAAAAAAC4o/t9aDeHe__Q4/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513886055908775890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVCJWgr5KI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HQY0B_VvXe8/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVCJWgr5KI/AAAAAAAAC4g/HQY0B_VvXe8/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513886047213970594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA3qSjuVI/AAAAAAAAC34/22xVuQT-4Ss/s1600/IMG_3250-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVA3qSjuVI/AAAAAAAAC34/22xVuQT-4Ss/s400/IMG_3250-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513884643774150994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVCKVA-GZI/AAAAAAAAC4w/GKuHVlsUPV8/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TIVCKVA-GZI/AAAAAAAAC4w/GKuHVlsUPV8/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513886063992379794" /></a><br />So far Kenneth and I have had three and a half months of wedded bliss. If I've learned one thing these last three months it's that my Kenneth is good at keeping things in perspective. I'll be honest, I can get frustrated by a minor hiccup in my day. With Kenneth and God's help, I'm learning to let go of the little frustrations and enjoy the good things in life.<br /><br />I'm<br />Learning to work hard.<br />Learning to finish what I start.<br />Learning to love.<br />Learning to look past the road blocks.<br />Learning to drive a tractor.<br /><br />Learning.<br /><br />Happy Labor Day friends.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-27735632928951406922010-07-02T11:16:00.000-07:002010-07-02T11:16:59.658-07:00Toby learns to catch<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TC4tGhULfrI/AAAAAAAACsQ/_llxNk4CRBA/s1600/P6270005.jpg'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/TC4tGhULfrI/AAAAAAAACsQ/_llxNk4CRBA/s400/P6270005.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-6103343221546204502009-12-29T15:48:00.000-08:002010-01-03T07:02:55.967-08:00deeply goodSome things in life are shallow.<br />Some deep.<br />Some things in life are good.<br />Some evil.<br />I suppose I spend a lot of my days trying to sort things out into these categories. Every once in a while I come across something that is deep and good. Both. And it's lovely.<br /><br />Today I found something that was both.<br /><br />Patty Griffin has a new song. If you'd like to listen, <a href="http://www.myspace.com/pattygriffin">click here</a>. The song entitled "Move Up" is well just good and deep.<br /><br />And then there are some things that are harder to sort out. I'm reading a book about the life of John Newton. He was the man who was a reformed slave trader. The same man who wrote the popular hymn, "Amazing Grace." It is a song that speaks a spiritual language touching most every soul. But right now I'm in the middle of the book and I just can't put Mr. Newton into one of my categories. How can good come from someone who was once so evil? How? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SzqVrRL8JKI/AAAAAAAACPE/PfG_pwZHvHw/s1600-h/infidel"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SzqVrRL8JKI/AAAAAAAACPE/PfG_pwZHvHw/s400/infidel" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809672074208418" /></a><br />How?<br />Paul answers my question with a beautiful word...<br /><blockquote>In him we have <span style="font-weight:bold;">redemption</span> through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding. Ephesians 1:7-8</blockquote><br />Redemption allows goodness and mercy to cover even the most horrific sinner. <br />Redemption is real friends.<br />Redemption allows love to come after heartache.<br />Redemption allows life to come after death.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/S0Cw4j7o77I/AAAAAAAACPM/Kr_hYlTCXHk/s1600-h/dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/S0Cw4j7o77I/AAAAAAAACPM/Kr_hYlTCXHk/s400/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422528437118627762" /></a><br />P.S. To keep up with my friends who read, I ordered my wedding dress today! Don't worry, this is not a picture of the dress I chose.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-77515777117309201262009-12-13T15:07:00.000-08:002009-12-13T17:19:34.899-08:00Trade as One<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32vhX213iDo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32vhX213iDo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br />Today at the Austin Stone where I've been able to fellowship with the body of Christ here in Austin, we saw this video. I've thought about this stuff before. Why do I feel the need to buy so much stuff? Don't know. <br /><br />If you need a Christmas shopping idea, the items you order on the Trade as One website by Wednesday night are guaranteed to be shipped free and will arrive before Christmas.<br /><br /><a href="http://tradeasone.com/">www.tradeasone.com </a><br /><br />Merry Christmas. Can you believe God is so accessible? Can you believe that the very God that created the universe, sent His Son to live among us? Beautiful!<blockquote><br />The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only,who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14</blockquote>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-37238673861371979362009-12-11T05:29:00.000-08:002009-12-11T05:49:50.546-08:00Fa So La Me Me Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SyJLLorn7QI/AAAAAAAACO4/b08Ap4a0wTk/s1600-h/engagement1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SyJLLorn7QI/AAAAAAAACO4/b08Ap4a0wTk/s400/engagement1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413972365323791618" /></a><br />Hi friends! I'm so excited to take a moment to share some life this morning! I've missed posting while I've been here in Austin working on my first Physical Therapy rotation. So much has happened! Namely, I am now engaged to a wonderful man named Kenneth Kennedy! The picture above was taken right after we got engaged on the steps of the Capital. I'll save the engagement story for another post. Now, I'm so excited to share yet another lesson from <a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/my-utmost-for-his-highest/12/11/devotion.aspx?year=2009">Mr. Oswald Chambers.</a><br /><br />Does individuality honor God? I've been thinking about this more lately since the engagement. What about my dreams, my plans, my friendships, my family. Me...me...me. I sound like I'm warming up for a production of The Sound of Music. Did God design us to be concerned with our own ambitions in the context of a healthy marriage. Or does He challenge us repeatedly in scripture to cast all our cares on Him and He will direct our paths?<br /><br />Mr. Chambers shares, "Individuality counterfeits spirituality, just as lust counterfeits love. God designed human nature for Himself, but individuality corrupts that human nature for its own purposes." But what does this actually mean? How do I lay my 'individuality' in exchange for more authentic spiritual growth that honors my Creator?<br /><br /><blockquote>The characteristics of individuality are independence and self-will. We hinder our spiritual growth more than any other way by continually asserting our individuality. If you say, "I can’t believe," it is because your individuality is blocking the way; individuality can never believe. But our spirit cannot help believing. Watch yourself closely when the Spirit of God is at work in you. He pushes you to the limits of your individuality where a choice must be made. The choice is either to say, "I will not surrender," or to surrender, breaking the hard shell of individuality, which allows the spiritual life to emerge.</blockquote><br /><br />Today I leave you with no concrete answers. I honestly don't know what this means for everyday life. I suppose it is a matter of considering others before I consider my own needs and desires. Something to ponder. Miss you friends. Drop me a line when you get a chance.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-43700403295587518202009-09-29T05:22:00.000-07:002009-09-29T05:26:55.442-07:00Knitting in the roundGood morning friends. Here is a photo of my latest project. Surprisingly enough, I've figured out that knitting can help me stay focused for hours of studying. It helps me with the memorizing process.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SsH8HiJGvXI/AAAAAAAACH8/MRIFFyvRkAE/s1600-h/Photo_25.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SsH8HiJGvXI/AAAAAAAACH8/MRIFFyvRkAE/s400/Photo_25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386863835666103666" /></a>Anywho, I also thought I'd share an exerpt from <a href="http://www.rbc.org/utmost/index.php">My Utmost for His Highest</a> this morning.<br /><blockquote>If a man or woman is called of God, it doesn’t matter how difficult the circumstances may be. God orchestrates every force at work for His purpose in the end. If you will agree with God’s purpose, He will bring not only your conscious level but also all the deeper levels of your life, which you yourself cannot reach, into perfect harmony.</blockquote>Now that is comforting. Watch for God's orchestration today.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-48393568216563774062009-09-28T09:17:00.000-07:002009-09-28T09:21:56.394-07:00Happy Banned Books WeekThis week happens to be banned books week. Reading a bit about it made me think about the tension between intellectual freedom and propriety for children and young adult literature. Nevertheless, I thought the top 20 list of classics that have been challeged or banned was astounding.<br /><br /><blockquote>1. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald<br />2. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger<br />3. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck<br />4. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee<br />5. The Color Purple by Alice Walker<br />6. Ulysses by James Joyce<br />7. Beloved by Toni Morrison<br />8. The Lord of the Flies by William Golding<br />9. 1984 by George Orwell<br />10. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner<br />11. Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov<br />12. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck<br />13. Charlotte's Web by E. B. White<br />14. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce<br />15. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller<br />16. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley<br />17. Animal Farm by George Orwell<br />18. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway<br />19. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner<br />20. A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway</blockquote><br />Maybe some of your favorites appear here. Aren't you glad they weren't banned so you could learn to think in a new way. Hmmm, thoughts are powerful.<br /><br />Have a lovely week friends. I'm going to get back to studying for midterms. If you'd like to read more, you can check out the <a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/issuesadvocacy/banned/bannedbooksweek/index.cfm">American Library Association Website.</a>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-57416207274027624652009-09-18T04:52:00.000-07:002009-09-18T05:10:27.360-07:00This I Believe...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SrN4nhAW5iI/AAAAAAAACHc/Q2dgRkANcTU/s1600-h/Albert-Einstein.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SrN4nhAW5iI/AAAAAAAACHc/Q2dgRkANcTU/s400/Albert-Einstein.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382778599907976738" /></a><br />Good morning friends. This morning on my commute into the big city, I heard a really wonderful essay from an NPR series entitled, "This I believe." I think it really struck a cord with me because I am spending most of my waking hours in the education system. <br /><br />Kristie Bradford, a professor at Lonestar College shares;<br /><blockquote>Albert Einstein once said 'Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is <strong>limited to all we now know and understand</strong>, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.' I, too, believe that imagination is more important than knowledge. As a geology professor, I am often under pressure to measure the success of my students by a very limited yard stick: how much knowledge they have obtained under my tutelage. Imagination and creativity are difficult to assess and therefore it is rarely attempted. <br />If the purpose of a college education is to produce, thinking, imaginative, problem solving individuals for our future workforce, I believe that we are missing opportunities by emphasizing knowledge over imagination and creativity.</blockquote><br />I thought she shared an interesting point in that, so often we become frustrated with the yardstick that is designed to make us 'educated.' What if the majority of my attentions went to putting the knowledge I'm handed everyday into some form of creative output. Instead of knowing, what if I looked at studying as doing, creating, imagining. What if I become a Physical Therapist who can dream and labor to see people do things that just don't seem possible with knowledge alone. <br />So many thoughts.<br />I'll leave you with one of my favorites...<br /><blockquote>As it is written: "I have made you a father of many nations." He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed—the <strong>God who gives life </strong>to the dead and <strong>calls things that are not</strong> as though they were. Romans 4:17</blockquote><br />God used a very old man to be the father of many nations. Abraham was a 'thing that was not,' but God saw Abraham for what he could be. Would anyone like to believe that the impossibities are possible? Let's learn from Albert and Abraham today. <br />I suppose God has the best imagination of us all. <br /><br />For the entire essay: <a href="http://app1.kuhf.org/houston_public_radio-this_i_believe.php">NPR This I Believe</a>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-7173966121969376642009-08-28T14:48:00.000-07:002009-08-28T14:54:37.020-07:00Let Him be your lightHere's a YouTube video my sister shared with me today. Let your heart feel the love and life He has for you...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><blockquote>Lifehouse Everything Lyrics<br /><br />Find Me Here<br />Speak To Me<br />I want to feel you<br />I need to hear you<br />You are the light<br />That's leading me<br />To the place where I find peace again.<br /><br />You are the strength, that keeps me walking.<br />You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.<br />You are the light to my soul.<br />You are my purpose...you're everything.<br /><br />How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?<br />Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?<br /><br />You calm the storms, and you give me rest.<br />You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.<br />You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.<br />Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?<br /><br />How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?<br />Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?<br />And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?<br />Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?<br /><br />Cause you're all I want, You're all I need<br />You're everything,everything<br />You're all I want your all I need<br />You're everything, everything.<br />You're all I want you're all I need.<br />You're everything, everything<br />You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything. </blockquote><br /><br />Rest in Him. Pursue Him. Fight to be with Him.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-51157568319497293522009-08-27T08:05:00.000-07:002009-08-27T08:24:14.863-07:00art therapySometimes all you need is a little art therapy. One Sunday afternoon, some friends piled into the gameroom with all of the art supplies a childhood of creativity can accumulate. We were a little overzealous with the materials, but we sorted through...found our medium of choice and got to work. There is something about making something that you don't have to make. Finishing something you don't have to finish. I can't put my finger on it, but it's a good feeling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SpaixszNYRI/AAAAAAAACC0/Ze7Xn-gfNO0/s1600-h/1paint.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SpaixszNYRI/AAAAAAAACC0/Ze7Xn-gfNO0/s400/1paint.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374662180036501778" /></a><br />This afternoon brought back memories of high school art class when we would feed off of each other in our creativity. It's easy to lose your momentum alone. It's easy to start getting logical and tell yourself that you're wasting time. But when we were all together, everyone was so interested in seeing the finished product that I couldn't help but finish. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SpaiyzbXtyI/AAAAAAAACDE/HSz88TI7_g0/s1600-h/kristen.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SpaiyzbXtyI/AAAAAAAACDE/HSz88TI7_g0/s400/kristen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374662198995433250" /></a><br />So after this little adventure, I would encourage you to be creative. Maybe in a small way with a box of crayolas and a Disney coloring book. Or maybe you will get inspired to quit your day job and apply to art school like Pam Beesley. Either way, take a step in the 'don't have to' direction.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SpaiyBq7wrI/AAAAAAAACC8/y7LkrXVgwAA/s1600-h/1nicole.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SpaiyBq7wrI/AAAAAAAACC8/y7LkrXVgwAA/s400/1nicole.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374662185638937266" /></a>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-90374256778612331792009-08-17T13:13:00.000-07:002009-08-17T13:32:38.105-07:00a time to loveDays usually begin with questions. Who will be there? Do I have what I need to make such and such work? Did I study enough? Am I taking situation 'y' too seriously? Am I taking it seriously enough? Why does she act like that? Where is my traveling coffee mug? And there is one more question...<br /><object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&publisherID=59121" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=3819825001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fmusic.aol.com%2Fvideo%2Fwinter-song-with-ingrid-michaelson%2Fsara-bareilles%2Fsony%3A3819825001&playerID=10172910001&domain=embed&" /><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&publisherID=59121" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=3819825001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fmusic.aol.com%2Fvideo%2Fwinter-song-with-ingrid-michaelson%2Fsara-bareilles%2Fsony%3A3819825001&playerID=10172910001&domain=embed&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object><br /><br />Is love alive? <br /><br /><blockquote>1 john 4.7-12<br />Dear friends, let us love one another, because love is from God, and everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God... God's love was revealed among us in this way: God sent His One and Only Son into the world so that we might live through Him. Love consists in this: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son ... If we love one another, God remains in us and His love is perfected in us.</blockquote>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-71798951879732566782009-07-13T18:30:00.000-07:002009-07-13T18:49:47.652-07:00a button huntHi friends...this is going to be short and sweet. These days I've been on a button hunt. I've been trying to make heads or tails of these silly contraptions. <br /><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LKesl10fXNNnZgh1ys5U1g?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SldXu-bjXoI/AAAAAAAAB5M/ulptR43MoOc/s400/100_5692.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lclombard/ElectroMachines02?feat=embedwebsite">Electro Machines</a></td></tr></table><br />No, I have not recently started working for NASA. These are machines for electrotherapy. It's really a cool concept, but I didn't know I would have to become an expert in electrotherapeutic currents this summer. Do I sound smart? Don't be fooled. There is a big part of me that would rather be on this kind of button hunt...<a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2009/07/button-love.html">Link!</a> No worries. Soon I will be able to do both. School doesn't last forever right? Everyone graduates sooner or later.<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LESUcgaJmchJHjWNRwgIMg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SldYec0gSGI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/5xksqAKgaMo/s400/100_5709.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lclombard/ElectroMachines02?feat=embedwebsite">Electro Machines</a></td></tr></table><br />Despite the 'Intensity' I really am loving life right now. Somehow the balance of responsibilities and life always seems to come. That's something I love about life with the Lord. He's the provider...ready with enough...more than enough.<br /><table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r1QX2BRRLS-T9UFHCU9Bag?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SldYgj3HGyI/AAAAAAAAB6c/k6TuBw5NzK8/s400/100_5710.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lclombard/ElectroMachines02?feat=embedwebsite">Electro Machines</a></td></tr></table><br />This is one of those verses that I still don't fully understand, but I've proved it true over and over in my life. My work never measures up, but somehow I live in peace. Peace that only the Lord's presence can bring. <br /><blockquote> L<span style="font-variant: small-caps;">ORD</span>, You will establish peace for us,<br /> for You have also done all our work for us.<br />Isaiah 26:12</blockquote>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-78360426299741656782009-06-27T07:14:00.000-07:002009-06-27T09:04:20.280-07:00pushing through the dirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SkYyV3rvxTI/AAAAAAAABzs/YDrhdKn9zTI/s1600-h/100_5497.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SkYyV3rvxTI/AAAAAAAABzs/YDrhdKn9zTI/s400/100_5497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352020558482490674" border="0" /></a><br />Good morning friends. Have you ever just felt dusty? Let's get real, have you ever been tripping through a muddy pit? Ever had one of those days where you feel like you are climbing and working and trying to get somewhere only to realize you are on an escalator that's on warp speed. You're going no where but spending a whole lot of energy doing it? It's not a fun realization. I think about this a lot. Where do I need to be, what can I spend my time doing that will really matter? Is it worth the effort to study, invest in relationships, keep things clean(I'm just being honest), drive 100 miles a day, accumulate debt? What am I really up to? What does God think about what I'm up to?<br /><br />David Crowder, the scruffy modern-day musician, belts out some lyrics that put a little structure to my musings.<br /><br /><blockquote>I am<span style="font-weight: bold;"> full of earth</span><br />You are <span style="font-weight: bold;">heaven’s worth</span><br />I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity<br />You are everything that is bright and clean<br />The antonym of me<br />You are divinity<br />But a certain sign of grace is this<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">From a broken earth flowers come up</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Pushing through the dirt</span><br /><br />You are everything that is bright and clean<br />And You’re covering me with Your majesty<br />And the truest sign of grace was this<br />From wounded hands redemption fell down<br />Liberating man<br /><br />I am full of earth and dirt and You<br />(exerpts from the song Wholly Yours)<br /></blockquote><br />There's a comfort and peace that comes from knowing what my Maker is up to. Maybe it is not so much about what I'm up to everyday. Maybe what He has already done overshadows my worries. Just think, if He can bring up flowers from dirt, He can bring beautiful, fruitful things from my life. I may be covered in Mud, but that's when the new growth can come. Hmm, maybe that means I can stop cleaning so much... Anyway, just look at this dirt here in a photo from my backyard. There's nothing special about the dirt. It's just dirt. But look what is growing from it. Is it just a hunter green bush, or is it something more?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SkYyWGf8fII/AAAAAAAABz0/MKbYsxQudQo/s1600-h/100_5647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SkYyWGf8fII/AAAAAAAABz0/MKbYsxQudQo/s400/100_5647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352020562459524226" border="0" /></a><br />Hang with me a minute...this is one of those concepts that makes me smile so big that tears start trickling out of my eyes for joy. Not only did God make a way to rescue me from the pit of despair I ran to over and over, but He made a beautiful way. Up from the dirt, the flowers spring up. Not only thorns or boring hunter green bushes but beautiful, awe inspiring flowers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SkYyWQg14mI/AAAAAAAABz8/HGbOgcqYNo0/s1600-h/100_5649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SkYyWQg14mI/AAAAAAAABz8/HGbOgcqYNo0/s400/100_5649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352020565147640418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />Isaiah another probably scruffy guy from ancient days shares some more insight...<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>"You will indeed go out with joy and be peacefully guided;<br />the mountains and the hills will break into singing before you,<br />and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.<br />Instead of the thornbush, a cypress will come up,<br />and instead of the brier, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">myrtle</span> will come up;<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[the pink flowers are called crape myrtles]</span><br />it will make a name for the LORD<br />as an everlasting sign that will not be destroyed.<br />Isaiah 55<br /></blockquote></div>So right in my backyard, I have a reminder of the reality that God has made a way to bring beautiful, awe-inspiring growth from plain old dirt. Enjoy the reality of the beauty God is sprouting up around you. Love you friends.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-21377004556944965512009-06-18T15:18:00.000-07:002009-06-18T15:19:31.195-07:00Just a little something<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JabYvSUDF8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JabYvSUDF8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />A friend sent me some good study music. Enjoy.Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-35198633873503004112009-06-10T05:06:00.001-07:002009-06-13T11:27:03.657-07:00Summer Sun Something's Begun<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345669204923305922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/Si-h0b4yz8I/AAAAAAAABuQ/NSRrwfI3i_Y/s400/tomatoes.jpg" border="0" />Hello friends. I've been a little quiet again. Don't worry I'm still loving life, enjoying the scenery and catching up on a little Gilmore Girls. I'm up to season 6 these days. If you know me, you know that I'm a little slow on keeping up with culture. I think that TV is much more fun to watch on DVD years later!<br /><br />I don't quite know where to start. Since the last post I enjoyed 3 wonderful weeks of a summer break from school. It's really amazing how much a little time off brings refreshment and renewed energy. I think I'm going to make it a life long policy to take a few weeks off every quarter. Do you think my future boss will buy that?! Hope so!<br /><br />Now my days have a more unchanging rhythm. They're less spontaneous than the childhood days of summer, but the structure brings a sort of comfort. Madeleine L'Engle has a little insight to add to this structure.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>"You mean you are comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it?"<br />"Yes," Mrs Whatsit said. "You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you."<br /></blockquote></div>I'm finding freedom everyday in the 'strict form' of my physical therapy curriculum. I'm finding freedom in<br />:::lovely phone calls<br />:::studying by the swimming pool<br />:::watering my bamboo plant faithfully<br />:::learning about eLecTRiciTy!<br /><br />There's something especially settling about getting up in the early morning and watching the sun come up on my journey in. There's just something about mornings.<br /><blockquote>Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,<br />that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.<br />Psalm 90:14</blockquote>I'm going to make a confession friends...if you pass me on the road I will probably be singing at the top of my lungs. I am a closet vocalist. Don't ask me to sing in public though, you would be sorry!<br /><br />Have a lovely Saturday friends. I sure like yall!<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/Si-h4-1i2hI/AAAAAAAABuY/Ec9TXAjx174/s1600-h/cat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345669283024394770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/Si-h4-1i2hI/AAAAAAAABuY/Ec9TXAjx174/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" /></a>P.S. These are a few random photos from the backyard. The same backyard I've been playing in for years. Home sweet home.<br /></div>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-10786683044287862462009-05-05T05:26:00.000-07:002009-05-05T05:55:52.912-07:00Peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SgAx3rzs69I/AAAAAAAABss/aggRdpRaqzk/s1600-h/lily2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SgAx3rzs69I/AAAAAAAABss/aggRdpRaqzk/s400/lily2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332316791528811474" border="0" /></a>Good morning friends.<br />I have a final today. Prayers are welcome. I'm not feeling worried or nervous. Why? It's not because I've studied for oodles of time or because I'm confident I know everything. I guess you'd say I'm at peace. Hmmm, I like that word. Peace.<br /><br />I think God likes this word...peace.<br /><table style="width: 682px; height: 20px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="vRefa"><br /></td> <td class="vDispa"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td class="vDispa">For a child will be born for us,<br /> a son will be given to us,<br /> and the government will be on His shoulders.<br /> He will be named<br /> Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,<br /> Eternal Father, Prince of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Peace</span>.</td></tr></tbody></table>Isaiahh 9:6<br /></blockquote><blockquote>And as they were saying these things, He Himself (Jesus) stood among them. He said to them, <span class="woj" style="">"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Peace </span>to you!"</span><br />Luke 24:36</blockquote><span class="lexTitleGk"> The Greek word for peace that Jesus uses in this verse is ,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> εἰρήνη</span></span>, pronounced ā-rā'-nā. There is a lot more to this concept of peace than I thought! Here's the definition that I found on this<a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/lang/lexicon/lexicon.cfm?Strongs=G1515&t=KJV"> site</a>...<br /><p class="lex2"><b></b></p><blockquote><p class="lex2"><b>Peace:::<br /></b></p><p class="lex2"><b>1)</b> a state of national tranquillity; exemption from the rage and havoc of war</p><p class="lex1"><b>2)</b> peace between individuals, i.e. harmony, concord</p><p class="lex1"><b>3)</b> security, safety, prosperity, felicity, (because peace and harmony make and keep things safe and prosperous)</p><p class="lex1"><b>4)</b> of the Messiah's peace</p><p class="lex2"> <b>a)</b> the way that leads to peace (salvation)</p><p class="lex1"><b>5)</b> of Christianity, the tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and content with its earthly lot, of whatsoever sort that is</p><p class="lex1"><b>6)</b> the blessed state of devout and upright men after death</p></blockquote><p class="lex1"></p><p class="lex1">Peace to you today friends. Enjoy the picture of the Lily from our backyard. Don't you just love springtime?<br /></p><br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/lindsaylombard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///Users/lindsaylombard/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-78417977771900297622009-04-28T18:29:00.001-07:002009-04-28T18:34:23.680-07:00Life Light Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SfeuNLq3yRI/AAAAAAAABqw/O_vEtaTM-1w/s1600-h/christy_splash2_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SfeuNLq3yRI/AAAAAAAABqw/O_vEtaTM-1w/s400/christy_splash2_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329920225510410514" border="0" /></a>This song blessed my heart on my trek into the city this morning.<br />Take a listen..... <a href="http://www.myspace.com/christynockels">*click*</a><br /><style>.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}</style><div id="'Title'" style=""><br /></div>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607286772212044018.post-81682799438857675122009-04-23T18:52:00.000-07:002009-04-23T19:47:11.187-07:00Free TodayI have this calendar on my mac that I never set up. It opens every time I restart my computer because I don't know how to remove it. It always says "Free Today" because I haven't entered my daily agenda. It's empty, "free". Honestly, it has irritated me every once in a while. I'm not free today, I have to work on project x & y while balancing the rest of the crazy schedule. But I just restarted my computer. I started to get a little ticked...then it hit me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SfEdHpkz83I/AAAAAAAABqo/LQ1v-8zafJg/s1600-h/100_5491.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WTKkeNimcLc/SfEdHpkz83I/AAAAAAAABqo/LQ1v-8zafJg/s400/100_5491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328071851412550514" border="0" /></a><blockquote><br />So if the Son sets you <b>free</b>, you will be <b>free</b> <b>indeed</b>. -John 8:36</blockquote><br />I'm free today. I'm free in this day with a busy schedule and projects piling up because I know my Maker. Free because I don't have to be in control. Free because I can love and laugh and stand up for truth. Free because nothing has a hold of me except the love of Christ. Think about the life-changing effects of love...real, selfless love, well there's nothing better. Why are there so many love songs? I rest my case. Sure, life's tough. Hearts get broken. Responsibilities weigh on us. But at the end of the day, the reality is I have a free soul and I am loved and there is nothing more I could ask for. <br /><br />So take on the crazy days, and remember... "if the Son sets you <b>free</b>, you will be <b>free</b> <b>indeed</b>." -John 8:36<br /><br />p.s. I just thought I'd throw in a few pen and ink drawings today.<br /><blockquote></blockquote>Lindsay Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17564085472685274253noreply@blogger.com3