<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738824</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2024 01:13:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Searching for....</title><description>thoughts from a family who is searching, groping, longing to live well in the shadow of jesus</description><link>http://kimbalandkellen.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kkurtz)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738824.post-113926775036534888</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2006 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-23T14:23:33.283-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>By: Kellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself recently wondering what I am doing here.  On a daily basis I see injustice around me, holding signs, asking for change and lined up outside the rescue mission.  It is a hard neigborhood to live in.  Hard, because I sometimes don&#39;t want to walk alone outside at night? Yes.  Hard, because I rarely know how to respond to the need around me?  Yes.  Hard, becasue some nights the sirons are many?  Yes.  Yet, if I sit and am honest of why it is difficult for me it seems even more clear and even more unbearable...I could be in a line somewhere, holding a sign, begging for money.  Somewhere along the way of life someone handed me a &quot;hand up.&quot;  Grace seemed to find me in the right moments, in the right time and places.  Life moves forward and there are days when I remember to be grace to those on the street, and those in my home.  If I am honest, often I forget.  I get wrapped up in my world and needs that I don&#39;t see how my excess can meet a need today.  From the clothes in my closet to the cans of food we will probably not touch this year.  Excess seems to always be in my life.  I long to live a simple life, one free to give.  My hunch is that such a life is learned through practice.  Why is it that I find it hard to do?  Materialism in a capitalist society, greed, selffishness...Lord Jesus root out whatever it may be!</description><link>http://kimbalandkellen.blogspot.com/2006/02/by-kellen-i-have-found-myself-recently.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kkurtz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738824.post-113683349985340960</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-09T11:09:19.430-08:00</atom:updated><title>My First Project</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2089/1600/3BayModel03.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2089/320/3BayModel03.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;By Kimbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My first semester of Architecture school was the beginning of one of the most challenging goals I have ever attempted. And although this photo my not look like much, it was part of my final project and the accumulation of about 9 weeks of work and hundreds of hours spent in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;I say that only express that going back to school was much harder than we expected. Kellen and I had to make a lot of adjustments.  From all-nighters to the new challenges of having a puppy we both had to refocus and readjust to living in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://kimbalandkellen.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-project.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kkurtz)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>