tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90722262321728157922012-01-14T05:50:34.319-08:00Desiring to wait and hope together by loving, laughing and embracing those we may desire to exclude.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-68646417603805466062011-11-10T18:00:00.000-08:002011-11-10T18:00:47.361-08:00

Opportunities to be seen scared me to death and still do. A stage full of people led to a day full of butterflies and lost appetites, a senior speech called for procrastination and only a little effort, what if they knew who I really was, how talented I was and passionate about all the intellectual yada yada, what would happen then? And now somehow I have started to realize this part of me I

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Last week was one of those sort of off weeks…you know, the one where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and you think, “Oh, tomorrow I’ll get out on the right side” and then it never happens. You're just rolling on throughout the week, slightly off but not able to put your finger on it… In the middle of those sorts of weeks I am always really thankful for kind people who seem to be a little

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-61495777315649086782011-10-05T13:46:00.000-07:002011-10-05T13:46:02.855-07:00

Why does it take so long to still my soul? Is it the sirens providing surround sound Or does the internal noise drown out The permission to rest Reflection inches its way to the surface Itching for a scratch Space, to be My soul stills for a moment Only to be afraid of The sense of worthlessness It may feel if its not in Constant motion I crave to be trapped Somewhere familiar Without a car

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It comes in the rain, dripping off green leaves Hope Finds Its WayTo Me It comes in the fields, corn threatening to burst Into FullYellowEars Its comes from a cozy nights restHisArms NextToMine From the tears streaming down my face Mourning The Loss Of Her friendship From her brilliant white dress AsShe Whispers "I do" From a cup of iced tea OfferingCompassion In Her Eyes Hope Finds Its Way To Me

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-79399682430073655412011-05-03T16:58:00.001-07:002011-05-03T16:58:50.927-07:00

http://ncronline.org/news/peace/over-50-arrested-protesting-nuclear-weapons-plant?sms_ss=facebook&at_xt=4dc0696d18c95f5b%2C0

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-23582006362668337062011-04-22T12:44:00.000-07:002011-04-22T13:06:51.790-07:00

During Lent, I have been gathered up with many in facing the struggle of sin--that which keeps my a part from God and others--and have been walking towards the cross where Christ died for this very sin. Somehow during the midst of the contemplating and walking, I have lost focus and started to turn inward to find my salvation. Of this, I am so ashamed. And yet--it is this very shame, Christ died

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-66054384439530488012011-03-16T11:32:00.000-07:002011-03-16T11:43:04.295-07:00

I confess, I so much enjoy the Lenten season because it seems that it calls us to be who we are supposed to be. But the biggest reason why I love Lent, is because I know what to do.Although I have spent lots of time and money investing in learning how to be Christian and how to follow God, I adore Lent because I know what to do. We are suppose to fast and break the fast on Sunday. We are suppose

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-44553441994486068802011-02-21T09:43:00.000-08:002011-02-21T09:49:31.897-08:00

Over the course of the last couple of years, I have blurred my days together and decided Sunday is sort of like any other day but typically I go to church or feel guilty if I do not go to church. Sometimes I feel I really should clean a room, get groceries, pay bills or sweep the floor. I decided that these things could be restful to me because they felt productive or cleansing in some sort of

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-39573090495300653062011-02-03T10:43:00.000-08:002011-02-03T10:55:43.226-08:00

I was sitting at my desk today reading something my dad wrote about life, faith and selfishness and I was gently reminded of my own tendency towards self-edification, self-provision, self-sustaining, self-comforting and self-decision-making (not a word, I know). It seems as much as a I value my community and those I love, when it comes down to it sometimes, it's all about me and myself. What

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-81848094239798309892011-01-21T08:32:00.000-08:002011-01-21T08:41:44.366-08:00

Had an opportunity to catch up with some of my other lady preacher friends in reading an author with witty humor, sense of intrigue and most importantly someone who is able to capture what it means to be human. I have been looking for someone to look up to in establishing my preaching voice and learning how to write and speak well. She is my person, I've decided. I'm sure I will find some other

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-57590256152644885862010-11-24T11:47:00.000-08:002010-11-24T11:51:50.305-08:00

Had the opportunity today to share some food with some families who need it here at Rosedale this morning. In addition, I was able to see four residents go and pick out some work clothes for their reward at the end of a 12-week job class. And finally spoke with one young lady who is working to figure out how to her husband back from Mexico so they can be together. I am thankful for these

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-59434185548439278612010-11-23T12:58:00.000-08:002010-11-23T12:59:32.451-08:00

We are getting ready to celebrate tonight... it may be a bit chaotic but I hope I have eyes to see the good and beauty amidst the chaos. And I hope I have the patience to care well for our young people who will be really excited :)

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-57792801866885071062010-11-16T09:58:00.000-08:002010-11-16T10:02:02.471-08:00

Dave and I ran our first race together this last Saturday. I came in 10th in my age bracket and Dave came in 22nd with a 30:49. We were pretty proud of ourselves for running without training too much. And breakfast always tastes better after a brisk run :) It always does...

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-50429932197532522882010-11-16T08:32:00.000-08:002010-11-16T08:33:43.860-08:00

I was at program yesterday and I was incredibly happy. There were a group of volunteers and people who surrounded our young people and who genuinely love them. There were a sea of people as the precious souls entered and to those people- these kids are the highlight of their day. They are the reason for the volunteers to give of themselves. It was and is God's salvation. God's kingdom come on

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-61113747738605836182010-11-10T12:40:00.000-08:002010-11-10T12:58:21.651-08:00

It has been said, life and marriage specifically could be seen as some as a grand adventure. Donald Miller writes that some people are surprised to find out their spouses are not Jesus and are human just like them and that this surprise leads to much discouragement. So, I have been thinking that I want to celebrate Dave and Diane's marriage adventure. An adventure it will be and has been indeed.

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-1836365408342931142010-11-10T12:38:00.000-08:002010-11-10T12:40:20.871-08:00

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-80004591945473510372010-11-10T12:32:00.001-08:002010-11-10T12:36:12.482-08:00

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-28637731887005130442010-09-28T12:53:00.000-07:002010-09-28T13:28:02.648-07:00

In 18 days I will be married. It is the most craziest thought that all of my life, I have wondered if I would marry, who I would marry if I did marry, when I would find the friend and partner who would choose to journey with me. Not only have I found this incredible friend, but he is truly the best gift ever. Now supposedly, if you are reading this and you have been married for some time you may

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-72861063006098418302010-09-21T09:25:00.000-07:002010-09-21T09:26:34.663-07:00

"Hope is a white word.... we need more than hope" (on a movie depicting race relations in South Africa) Thoughts? I am pondering still

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-33556210687906332862010-08-31T11:56:00.000-07:002010-08-31T12:01:12.841-07:00

To make justice...Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment or being drawn toward. Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relations with one's friends and enemies. Love creates righteousness, or justice here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-76720198366138601222010-08-24T11:02:00.000-07:002010-08-24T11:04:49.470-07:00

Yep.. it's decided. I will run on my wedding day with a bunch of other runners. For I am a runner and I love running and I love David J. Spaite and so we should get married and these things should go together. Decided. Done. No matter what anyone else thinks... It's a deal :)

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-38121969652173579532010-08-17T11:56:00.000-07:002010-08-17T12:22:02.279-07:00

So last night I stayed up most of the night filing paper work for the job I work at the Rosedale Ridge apartments in Kansas City, Kansas. It was a good thing to do and I am pretty excited that after today and maybe a bit of next week my files should be in much more of a working order.It's so interesting because I have known I have been super busy and working really hard, but it is very incredible

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-24253595879074576532010-04-07T07:57:00.000-07:002010-04-07T08:07:02.991-07:00

It's funny because I often tend to think all of the sudden some sort of constant will appear in my life. This constant in my mind will be a job, a relationship, a life-habit. I crave this consistency because it reminds me things are ok and life is "normal". More and more though, I am realizing, I am not sure this ever happens. Employers and friends rarely interact in exactly the same way or

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-12606102346069977332010-04-06T10:46:00.000-07:002010-04-06T10:47:50.607-07:00

no other way to say it... it is incredibly beautiful outside. ahhh....

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-71972771444622478452010-03-26T13:57:00.000-07:002010-03-26T14:09:08.782-07:00

today is a day i have been working for in my first 9 months in a new place and at a new job. it's no secret that any new job is never usually a walk in the park and mine has been no different. these first nine months have been full of hard work, exhaustion, doubt, fear, building relationships, repairing relationships, paperwork (which I loath), long lonely days of pressure and no team, building a

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-63820050026543484702010-02-22T08:15:00.000-08:002010-02-22T08:39:10.083-08:00

Being someone who is passionate about reconciliation is a core part of who I am. I am intentional about it, concerned about it and willing to fight for it. It's much more challenging to lives this out in relationships with the people I love and the people who they love than it is in my work place. The reason is these people have the potential to wound me the deepest and therefore, there is much

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-16789196907019194642010-02-19T08:45:00.000-08:002010-02-19T08:51:39.604-08:00

My sister called me last night on Dave's phone since I had left my phone at home. She said my grandma was in the hospital. We are not sure what is wrong exactly, but she will hopefully get better. She may not. But want I experienced after the phone call was quite amazing. I realized that I had no regrets with my Grandma. Everytime I have wanted to tell her how much she means to me, I have called

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-2440886032137777422010-02-17T10:16:00.000-08:002010-02-17T10:19:54.661-08:00

a season intended to be full of discipline, full of waiting and full of grace. it's one of my favorites. not sure how god will reveal good news to us this season. but i am full of anticipation.

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-62851031132267056822010-02-16T07:45:00.000-08:002010-02-16T07:51:40.208-08:00

Just watched such a fun movie with Laura on a Monday night. It was so fun to do something I loved at the beginning of the week! I really enjoyed the movie, it was very well done and well I just liked it. But my favorite scene by far was when the guy offended the girl by trying to assert his manhood and defend his "woman". She asked him to leave and then came over to his place later to apologize.

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-45145344315974906202010-02-15T10:23:00.000-08:002010-02-16T07:30:52.291-08:00

This Sunday I had the opportunity to preach at Trinity Church. I really appreciated this opportunity and really thought it was kind of Pastor Josh and Mindy to allow me to do so. The Sunday before Lent, and all... I think the thing that strikes me most when I preach is the disconnect from the Gospel and Good News I hear and how this works itself out in my life. I was reminded that the Good News

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-44878077303227251572010-02-12T12:43:00.001-08:002010-02-12T12:44:10.401-08:00

i have flowers in my office and they smell like love....it kind of makes me blush. but they do. i have some more thoughts roaming around up there. but the bottom line is, i think love has a smell.

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-22414625043607023242010-02-11T19:43:00.000-08:002010-02-11T19:48:28.839-08:00

"Whatever's in front of me help me to sing, Hallelujah" Bethany Dillion sings this awesome song which I just listened to via pandora. What an awesome posture towards life and what an incredible faith. The deepest desire of my heart is to have a faith like this. A faith like Ruth's or Debra's who the face of great hardship and grief look to their God for their strength and their salvation. I'm

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-41041829401033932402010-02-09T13:07:00.000-08:002010-02-09T13:08:34.210-08:00

On Haiti Heart-breaking, sad tears roll Down my winter-dry cheeks Leaving a trail Trying to conceive Of mass destruction People crying in the streets But my mind stops short My heart runs from pain Unable to bear the thought Of a mother separated From her son While birthing another Of people dying From shock Aftershock Of women giving birth On camera While the world watches In awe

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-48278442404966931312010-02-09T13:00:00.000-08:002010-02-09T13:04:34.416-08:00

so it happened. dave used my poem i had written in a sermonette he preached on sunday at his church. this is a big deal and a great day for the two of us. for, it seems i have been recognized by the man i love as a writer. to some, this may seem trivial. but for me, it is a big deal.if you love writing and identify as a writer, you understand how important someone reading and validating your

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-89626415903972872382009-10-27T11:20:00.000-07:002009-10-27T11:27:37.062-07:00

My worst fears have come true, I've been lost in transition...wondering again about who we are and who are suppose to be. About six months ago, I finally did it. "It" being graduating from seminary. And as confusing as it is to me, my life is not at some sort of euphoric high and I don't all of the sudden live in a dream world. The truth about me is a work a fairly normal social work job, I'm

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-78015279533859470672009-02-23T09:54:00.000-08:002009-02-23T10:01:43.188-08:00

Yesterday, I had an opportunity to preach at Trinity, my home church. There are many things that were nice but one of the nicest things was that it felt like home. This is a new stage in my journey, to commit to a church and to be a part of it for better or worse. In commitment their is much freedom. I am so thankful. Also, Dave, my amazing boyfriend came to be a part of my preaching. What a gift

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-34755558319682231022009-02-03T11:43:00.000-08:002009-02-03T11:45:39.541-08:00

Yesterday, I got really excited for the first day of school and found a fun outfit, etc. All my positive energies were good but not maximized because my class was canceled. But, I think the momentum moved me in the right direction.Class started today. I was interested. What we talked about mattered.It has begun. And somehow that takes away some of my fear of beginning. Funny how that works.

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-14302239348611687592009-01-29T11:47:00.000-08:002009-01-29T12:20:26.958-08:00

Friends,It's been a minute. Absent from blog world, that's me. But, I missed you. So I will join back in. What a blessing to have an opportunity to write and share these thoughts. More and more acutely I realize, I am a writer. Somehow life makes more sense to me when I put my pen to the page or lazily type away. Not sure why this is. But it is. So I'll make a step towards reconciling with myself

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-16037242914474589982008-11-01T17:06:00.000-07:002008-11-01T17:10:29.409-07:00

Our language matters to how we think or teach. There are no more "poor disenfranchised black kids" in the kingdom, there are children of God. As I find my identity first and foremost as a beloved daughter, sister and friend, so to the youth we do life with are beloved daughters and sons. (to be continued... but this is my thought of the week) 

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-47006559534021360782008-10-22T06:32:00.000-07:002008-10-22T07:01:36.347-07:00

On Monday night I had the amazing opportunity of eating dinner with Ro, Johinese and Aaron (although he spent most of the time in his room crying because he didn't get the blue plate.. it's rough being 7). My neighbors from my apartment on Troost gladly welcomed me into their home. Why was I welcomed? It still amazes me. I called Ro on Sunday and asked if I could come over. She said I could, most

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-16205089917609475082008-09-24T10:37:00.000-07:002008-09-24T10:39:01.880-07:00

" Sarayu spoke, 'Mackenzie, you cannot produce trust just like you cannot "do" humility. It either is or is not. Trust is the fruit of relationship in which you know you are loved. Because you do not know that I love you, you cannot trust me." ~The Shack, pg. 26. 

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-75146991803998456112008-09-19T08:04:00.000-07:002008-09-19T08:26:49.680-07:00

I've been accused about being "overly zealous" and "overly passionate" about social justice by my seminary professors after preaching a sermon on welcoming homosexuals into our churches. Some of my classmates know me as the one who will respond to any statement which oppresses a particular people group. My professors know I will argue for the voiceless to have a voice and ask questions about the

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-75976108179738994742008-09-14T19:44:00.000-07:002008-09-14T20:01:29.127-07:00

Last night I was at home, enjoying the house to myself...kind of relishing in the fact that I was alone and happy. So, I popped in a movie Jen and Lindsey said I would love. The newish roommates were right... they have learned a thing or two about me over the last three months. I both appreciate this and get nervous about being a known a little (do you ever feel this way?). Anyways, Into the Wild

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-4276466704716723682008-09-09T21:16:00.001-07:002008-09-09T21:34:05.131-07:00

Running, on a cold day, in a cemetery- may sound pretty creepy to some. To me, its quite wonderful. I love cemetery's and I am really thankful for cooler weather to run in. There is this beautiful cemetery over on Troost next to the "Y" I enjoy working out at.  "Why I love cemetery's and running," may be a subject for another day... but there I was, on Monday, loving every minute. My mind was

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-57966343040038470802008-09-06T20:45:00.000-07:002008-09-06T21:17:33.158-07:00

I was able to go to the new East Hills site for the Kansas City Urban Youth center last night... what a wonderful couple of hours it was. There were beautiful children and dedicated adults, hotdogs and sticky hands, loud laughs and a couple curse words uttered in anger. In the midst of these paradoxes, Hope was found. I was sitting a round table, introducing myself for the first time to Rajae,

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-8040195471408325322008-09-04T21:23:00.000-07:002008-09-04T21:36:12.753-07:00

So, tonight I had an awesome night and got really excited about class and the things I learned and the ways I was affirmed in continuing to learn how to serve the church well. I was impressed by my classmates and got jazzed about theology and other such things. Also, I had an intense conversation with my dad about politics. I am so glad to have a parent who will talk to me about these things. And

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-49888543983722423192008-09-03T13:40:00.000-07:002008-09-03T13:41:36.156-07:00

Ok, so for those of you who want to take a nap after reading my blog. I promise to write shorter, more concise posts once in awhile.. Maybe.

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-901996462831594602008-09-03T13:18:00.000-07:002008-09-03T13:19:29.327-07:00

Ok, so it's the end of August and I am getting ready to start school; my final year of seminary. Just the thought of starting school feels overwhelming. I don't know why. I know I can do it. I have done it before…. Or is that just it. Is it that I don't know what is next? The beginning again is really the beginning of an end for me. Whoah, everything within me wants to get online and look up

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-87118261902176567412008-08-25T17:53:00.000-07:002008-08-25T17:58:43.437-07:00

I want to write and blog and contribute to this blog-world thing. It might be messy and I fear misunderstanding... but I must share. For my community and my creator as given me a voice. More to come my friends. More to come. 

Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818581065697309312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072226232172815792.post-26048783434038545282007-10-29T21:12:00.000-07:002007-10-29T21:15:46.499-07:00

A Marathon EpiphanyAs some of you know that I ran the Kansas City Marathon on October 20, 2007 and I am so thankful for this opportunity. Typically, I pursue any athletic endeavors with an individualistic mindset. What can “I” achieve or accomplish? I won’t lie and say I didn’t fight these inclinations before, during and after this race as well but something different happened. My friends and

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Yes, its true. I want to be like Mindy, Megan, Jake, Montague and well... especially Mindy. Why? Because she has a blog and I want one too.... hope its ok with her that I copy. But I wanna be like Mindy, ok? :)

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