<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:49.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning with Fear</title><subtitle type='html'>"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is insight."  
                   Proverbs 9:10</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-3485146963366865647</id><published>2009-04-04T11:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:25:34.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My House</title><summary type='text'>I realized the other day that I'm going to be one of those crazy controlling moms who won't let her kids have too many things.  I just hate picking up so many books and toys all the time.  OK, so maybe more realistic than not allowing my kids to have too many toys is having a clean up time like twice a day to help with the clutter.  I mean, really.  I've learned a lot from my job as a "nanny" for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/3485146963366865647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=3485146963366865647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/3485146963366865647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/3485146963366865647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-8560757494436331375</id><published>2008-07-27T17:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:36:28.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Begins (tomorrow!)</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow’s the day.  I’ve been wanting to go to India for about four years, and tomorrow is the day I get to go.  Crazy!I’m getting more and more excited and nervous.  I really have no idea as to what to expect.  I realize that having no expectations can be a good thing when embarking on such an adventure, but it’s kind of nerve-wracking to have no idea of what my life will look like for the next</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/8560757494436331375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=8560757494436331375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/8560757494436331375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/8560757494436331375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-begins-tomorrow.html' title='The Dream Begins (tomorrow!)'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-564064995708403866</id><published>2008-07-13T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:01:45.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><summary type='text'>I have two dream lives.  The one life I dream of is overseas,  serving along side my husband on the mission field.  There will be no matching dishes, expensive artwork on the walls, no fancy cars or comfy leather couches.  Instead we will live with the poor and eat strange foods.  We will trust God and fully depend on Him in order to pay our bills.  People will drive us crazy.  There will be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/564064995708403866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=564064995708403866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/564064995708403866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/564064995708403866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-2285131222278491442</id><published>2008-06-27T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:44:16.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's good</title><summary type='text'>You know, I think that I pray pretty expectingly, yet every time God answers a prayer, I'm blown away and amazed. Maybe that's actually a blessing; I can be blown away by God a whole lot when it comes to answered prayers.So I'm going to India soon. One month from tomorrow, to be exact. The trip is costing nearly $3000 for me to go for three weeks, and there have definitely been times when I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/2285131222278491442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=2285131222278491442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/2285131222278491442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/2285131222278491442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-good.html' title='He&apos;s good'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-5080477950552138266</id><published>2008-06-03T18:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:14:54.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Scene?</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever wonder what others say/think about you?  I do.   I think about how people talk about others, and it makes me wonder what they say about me when I'm not around.  Like today at work, when two of the girls were laughing and talking and hitting on the cook and making dirty references.  I stayed out of it.  I kept working; they left the tables to me.  The cook made a comment that I was the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/5080477950552138266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=5080477950552138266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/5080477950552138266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/5080477950552138266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/06/behind-scene.html' title='Behind the Scene?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-1875370931823069732</id><published>2008-05-31T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:08:36.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Service with a Smile</title><summary type='text'>I am a server.  As a waitress, it is my job to serve others.  I go to work everyday praying that I'd be joyful, praying that I'd be a loving servant.  I'm realizing that it may be more important for me to love my co-workers by serving them than it is my customers who are paying for the service though.  This job is teaching me to listen.  I asked them if they wanted ketchup, but did they say "yes"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/1875370931823069732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=1875370931823069732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/1875370931823069732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/1875370931823069732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/05/service-with-smile.html' title='Service with a Smile'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-3690721950227218481</id><published>2008-05-25T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:50:09.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I truly have the best of friends</title><summary type='text'>My friends are great.This weekend, twelve of my friends from school came to my house. Friday night we had a bon fire, then Saturday we went to Cedar Point all day.  It was such a blast! We actually stayed together all day (I was surprised it worked, but it made the time fly when we could just spend time together), and we just enjoyed the day.  It was a beautiful day, with beautiful, fun friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/3690721950227218481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=3690721950227218481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/3690721950227218481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/3690721950227218481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-truly-have-best-of-friends.html' title='I truly have the best of friends'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-8077422098851080062</id><published>2008-05-21T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:45:12.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was great.As much as the housing situation sucks, it allowed me to go to State College for the weekend which also meant that I got to see Caedmon's Call in New Jersey and spend time with awesome friends.  So good.  Jordan, Ryan and I went to Ben and Steph's house on Sat. night, then to church with them on Sun. before going to the concert and "down the shore" on Sun. night. Excellent.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/8077422098851080062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=8077422098851080062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/8077422098851080062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/8077422098851080062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-2651766154942811632</id><published>2008-05-16T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:07:05.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Available for Use</title><summary type='text'>I went to Panama a few years ago on a Brio Missions Trip.  One of the biggest things I took away from that trip was that God is ready to use us if we're just willing to tell Him, "I'm available."  I am available, and I've told Him that. I want to be used by Him; I'm open to whatever that means (as scary as that is). So what about leading the freshmen girls Bible study next year?  When I decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/2651766154942811632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=2651766154942811632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/2651766154942811632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/2651766154942811632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/05/available-for-use.html' title='Available for Use'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916170990725654961.post-2989196502929769832</id><published>2008-05-14T00:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:51:37.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Don't Know</title><summary type='text'>I just don't know. I've thought about blogging a lot lately, but then decided against it. Here I am. I have to admit that I've enjoyed reading a few blogs over the past few weeks, and people say it's a great way to stay in touch. Tonight I decided to do it because I just need to write. And I suppose I'd appreciate a little input as well... I'm super excited to be going this summer, but there's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/feeds/2989196502929769832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3916170990725654961&amp;postID=2989196502929769832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/2989196502929769832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916170990725654961/posts/default/2989196502929769832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beginningwithfear.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-dont-know.html' title='I Just Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905801862393760580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JB1SqMOZRlA/S2JXQs8HXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/wKMooRy47wU/S220/DSC00274.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
