Friday, September 30, 2011

never fear

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous. ISAIAH 41:10 

 He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.  ISAIAH 40:11

[looked up pictures of Jesus online and this is what I found . . . I couldn't just put one picture on here.] enjoy.

ps | like the new design? yeah, I know -- it's simple. but all I want is an online journal anyways.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


remember when you played outside all day? 

remember when you never worried about what was going to happen the next day? 

remember when you sat on your front porch licking a red popsicle, not caring a bit if there was a mess on your mouth and all over your shirt? 

remember when you wrote little stories & poems that didn't make any sense, but you thought that they were the best in the whole world? 

remember when you were excited to get your school done by lunch, and now you're lucky if you get it done at all? 

remember when you didn't care what people thought about you? 

Sometimes I just want to go back, to when I was 6 years old. Just for a day. But, I'd better appreciate this time now -- before I have a load of kids to take care of or a million other things to worry about. 

None of these pictures are mine. If they are yours and you do not wish them on here, please comment telling me so. 

Sunday, September 25, 2011


hello, blue skies. please stay forever and never leave. ever.

hello, autumn. you are quite nice but I'm tired of rain. please leave. thank-you.

hello firewood. please burn up quickly so summer can come again.

hello barn. I love the way you smell.

hello flower. you smell good too.

hello cows. you don't smell quite as good, sorry.

hello corn. I love the way you sound.

ps - you're fun to play in too.

goodbye sun. visit me again soon please, if you wish.

hello tomorrow. what will you bring? school. running. dear school, please don't be too hard. dear running, please be nice.

love, kendra

Monday, September 19, 2011

how life is being industrious.

and just when I thought it was going to be nice to get into the routine of things. Speaking at co-ops, babysitting, hanging out with neighbors, working on the farm, not to mention high school alone fill up all my time.

Dad leaves for Saudi Arabia tomorrow. I won't go into the details, since it's not really supposed to be published all over the internet. I'll miss him. He'll be gone a month. And for those of you who argue, my dad is the best dad out there.

 the one on the far right with the loonngg hair is me

I put on my first makeup this week. I can't believe I just said that. No, I've never worn makeup before. I'm one of those strange girls. And I only had it put on because the our neighbor begged and begged to give me a 'makeover'. So I let her. Wasn't much really, and I washed it off as soon as I could get the chance.

Petra, on the other hand, l-o-v-ed getting a makeover. My dear Petch, why must you turn to the dark side?

Pictures that your brother took of yourself running. Always lovely . . .

I kidsat this week for our 'old' neighbors, the Boazes. Thomas was a charm as always and we hiked around our old farm. I hadn't been there for about a month, so it was awfully strange. The corn is growing tall and the leaves are already falling. (linking up picture below here)

We had quite a time exploring and even found a large spider.

Attractive, is it not?

Going back to our old farm made me wish we lived there again. Everything seemed so simple then.

When I got tired of school, I could go on a bike ride. I have no where to ride now, but hey -- we have 13 horses on this farm and two large pine trees. What 14 year old girl could be happier?

as for the co-op, it was a little intimidating for Samuel and I to stand in front of fifty people and talk about missions for 30 minutes, but we survived. At least now I know I don't have a serious case for stage fright or anything of the sort.

school isn't so hard. I'm learning many other things besides 'school school'. Example --- making 12 loaves of bread & teaching younger siblings.

my spare time has been filled with blog designing. I love each and every moment of it, I've always wanted to serve others in a way like this, but it's becoming a bit overwhelming. Perhaps I shall make each person pay five dollars per design, and the money go to our family for missions or something of the sort? still pondering that. Speaking of blog designing, how do you like the new design? Giving all my costumers a new look made me have to do mine. Also, what do you think about changing the name of this blog? setting up a poll for that.

I think we've found a church, we're still searching though. I really like this one we've been going to, they meet in a school gym & it's pretty simple. We've already gone to the youth group several times and got to know some of the kids. Some of them which are already looking to be pretty good friends. =)

this weekend is also going to be filled with busy-ness. Except for two days of it, all the girls are going to our grandparents to have some residue time and chill out. Can't wait for that, then we have some friends coming over Friday, and Ellen (she's the one who teaches me horse back riding) might stay a couple of days. Sure, she's seventeen -- but still!

and now this endless post must come to an end. I'm looking forward to a nice couple of days at my grandparents. with nothing to do. That sounds captivating. 

how do you make gifs

Saturday, September 17, 2011

how my sisters overpopulate my room

I have a problem. Actually my three younger sisters do -- Anna, Heidi, & Petra -- leave their stuff out. Everywhere. And I have a problem with it. It looks messy. I can't stand mess.

I can't stand clothes thrown everywhere and baby dolls on the floor. Or hoop skirts and all of Anna's fashion pieces and boxes of total junk lying around.

This is how Anna and Heidi's bed looks. I won't even show you how it looks underneath. It drives me insane. I'm dying in here. mom, can I sleep with Samuel? Plu-ease? His room might smell like sweat, but hey, it's better than pink lip sticky stuff on the floor.

This is how my bed looks. Sure, there's algebra splattered out but at least I was working on that. And I cleaned it up when I was finished.

The only good thing in the room  is was the narnia poster, but that had to be taken down due to Anna. She thought it looked junky (hey, what about that pink fluff in your closet? isn't that more junky?). So I, being the kind and perfect sister that I am, took it down joyfully. 

 not exactly what happened. haha, but I did take it down. You should've seen Anna's face. "Kendra? You're actually taking that down? Really? Aww, thanks so much!"

Of course they're overpopulating everything else with their 'precious things'. Sorta. The last picture is the owner's stuff. 

But ya know, they are working on cleaning. Slow process though. 

We're getting there.

listening to || house of mirrors // tenth avenue north

ps: Anna wants me to delete this. o__O no way.