<?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-8768853</id><updated>2011-08-16T23:12:06.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Circumspectly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-303192427262573034</id><published>2008-05-30T06:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:57:59.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Impossible Possible</title><summary type='text'>So, I am going back to work.Once upon a time, even the thought of having to do that struck terror in my heart.  I always said that my child would never go to a daycare and assumed I'd be able to stay home.  My vision for family life did not include my working.The reality of my situation, though--financially, mostly--slowly changed my mind over the course of many months.  My Ideal and my Real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/303192427262573034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/303192427262573034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/05/making-impossible-possible.html' title='Making the Impossible Possible'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-8293892868616946536</id><published>2008-05-12T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:23:37.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinching</title><summary type='text'>Maybe some of you more experienced moms can help me here.Um, how do you deal with a baby pinching you (and others)?  Obviously, I firmly say, "no pinching," and "ouch."  He'll then look right in my eyes, smiling as though what he did was funny.  Sometimes he will do it to himself, lightly, and say "ouch," as if to confirm that is correct.He's so impish, it's hard not to laugh when he does this, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/8293892868616946536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/8293892868616946536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/05/pinching.html' title='Pinching'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-99869643636161249</id><published>2008-05-05T18:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:03:30.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Metaphysical...or Not.</title><summary type='text'>The New York Times just dubbed Louise Hay, occult icon and publishing guru, the Queen of the New Age.The article is worth reading to get a synopsis of the savvy marketing done by occult businesspeople.  Occult publishing is definitely a business, and for Hay House publishers, it's to the tune of $100 million last year.  I think that sometimes people tend to envision crystal-laden, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/99869643636161249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/99869643636161249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-get-metaphysicalor-not.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Metaphysical...or Not.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-3910796971917192991</id><published>2008-05-04T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:18:49.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways My Kid Is Smarter Than I Am, #5672b</title><summary type='text'>Noah says "Amen."  Sometimes contextually, sometimes totally randomly.  He says it when he sees his little Bible Storybook, and he says it when we're at the table.  I think his grandmother had a hand in teaching him that word.  He folds his little hands and looks at you right in the eye and says, "Amen."Sometimes he yells it if you aren't paying enough attention.  "AMEN!  AMEN!"Or if he just ate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/3910796971917192991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/3910796971917192991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/05/ways-my-kid-is-smarter-than-i-am-5672b.html' title='Ways My Kid Is Smarter Than I Am, #5672b'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-4880203564914139539</id><published>2008-05-02T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:27:51.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Surf Wikipedia for Hours</title><summary type='text'>This was too good not to share.  I was doing some research for an article I am editing, and I came across something I'm willing to bet most of you have never seen.Remember Growing Pains, circa the late 1980s?  The Seaver Family, Kirk Cameron, Tracey Gold?Apparently, the show was a huge hit internationally as well as in the US.The show was not, however, called Growing Pains overseas.  Below is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/4880203564914139539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/4880203564914139539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-could-surf-wikipedia-for-hours.html' title='I Could Surf Wikipedia for Hours'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-4381388483493148784</id><published>2008-04-29T06:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:02:32.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Us, and Some Random Schtuff</title><summary type='text'>I wrote a while ago about our family's struggle with Noah's sleeping habits.  I am glad to report to you that things are so much better now.  Noah wasn't one of those kids who started falling asleep on his own after one night of just 15 minutes of crying or anything (!), but after a couple of weeks, he's sleeping through the night.  We were interrupted by a cold that, naturally, changed the game </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/4381388483493148784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/4381388483493148784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-us-and-some-random-schtuff.html' title='Update on Us, and Some Random Schtuff'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-1388980717126208732</id><published>2008-04-17T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:35:07.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA.  People, we've got to get together on this.</title><summary type='text'>Please, please, please.   For the love of Pete.To all those sweet folk out there who believe whatever happens to land in their inbox:If the message is preceded by Fwd: Fwd: Fwd:, it is probably not true.  Just believing me on that one will save you countless hours and a lot of dignity.If the claim sounds totally wild and you haven't heard it from any reputable news source yet, it's probably false</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1388980717126208732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1388980717126208732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/04/psa-people-weve-got-to-get-together-on.html' title='PSA.  People, we&apos;ve got to get together on this.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-1304443443289805627</id><published>2008-04-11T20:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:43:13.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tee vee</title><summary type='text'>Sometime in the first few months after Noah was born, we got cable TV.  I mostly blame the fact that as a new parent, you're in a stupor all the time; you can't muster the brain cells for reading much, but you can't stare at a blank wall either.  Okay, I read a lot of magazines.  But anyway.  Being a new (and breastfeeding) mother is kind of like being sick:  you are in repose on the couch a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1304443443289805627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1304443443289805627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/04/tee-vee.html' title='tee vee'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-4324794581092874800</id><published>2008-04-08T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:57:40.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a process...right?</title><summary type='text'>I've changed so much since Noah was born.  Some of it has been wonderful, the natural amendments that come with motherhood--but some of it has been a real surprise.I guess I thought I had everything figured out.  Not in an arrogant way, just in a I've-thought-this-out-and-can-back-it-up way.Now I realize that I have darn near nothing figured out.  There are a few things that are constant, that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/4324794581092874800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/4324794581092874800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-changed-so-much-since-noah-was-born.html' title='It&apos;s a process...right?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-8918623442163694766</id><published>2008-04-06T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:43:05.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd Dropped Off the Planet's Face?</title><summary type='text'>Still here.  Still breathing.I really have missed this.I'm in the middle of one of the toughest parts of parenting yet (and, of course, a controversial part, wouldn't you know it?):  sleep training.  Are you up for my saga?  I promise to give you the Reader's Digest version.The easiest thing to do with a newborn, in my not-vast experience, is nurse him to sleep.  It was a no-brainer.  Mom is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/8918623442163694766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/8918623442163694766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-id-dropped-off-planets-face.html' title='Thought I&apos;d Dropped Off the Planet&apos;s Face?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-1595442319415309626</id><published>2007-08-21T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:30:12.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah, I Just Used the Word 'Phoenix'</title><summary type='text'>Parenting turns your life upside down and your heart inside out.  There's a huge line of demarcation in my life:  BEFORE THE BIRTH and AFTER THE BIRTH.  I barely remember the former (okay, slight exaggeration).  I think I used to go get coffee and read, or something.  And shop.  And write.  And think about things other than what color and texture someone's poop is today and whether it's a sign of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1595442319415309626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1595442319415309626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-yeah-i-just-used-word-phoenix.html' title='Oh Yeah, I Just Used the Word &apos;Phoenix&apos;'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-1022468810928267513</id><published>2007-06-28T09:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:48:44.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am ready to come back</title><summary type='text'>After a long absence, I think I am ready to start posting again.It's been a crazy five months--heck, a crazy year!--and I've been going through a bit of a tough time since Noah's birth. For a long time I felt emotionally paralyzed and unable to communicate, especially in writing (even if I'd had the time, which I didn't).I knew even while I was going through it that I was experiencing postpartum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1022468810928267513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1022468810928267513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-i-am-ready-to-come-back.html' title='I think I am ready to come back'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-1719768071724355957</id><published>2007-02-25T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:15:29.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Amazing, Admirable Character</title><summary type='text'>I've been remembering with gratitude lately that the Lord is fully aware of how hard it is to be a new mom.  This passage came to mind:Isaiah 40:1-5, 9-11Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.  Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the LORD's hand double for all her sins.  The voice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1719768071724355957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1719768071724355957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2007/02/gods-amazing-admirable-character.html' title='God&apos;s Amazing, Admirable Character'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-1346224401230810326</id><published>2007-02-09T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:56:37.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Sanity Still Intact Three Weeks after Birth of Son</title><summary type='text'>I just thought it sounded like a good headline.  Or how about "Woman Miraculously Survives Same Event That Every Other Mother in the World Has Survived"?  Nah, too wordy.Noah is asleep on my lap in a sling (I'm not happy with it, but am too poor to get another one right now), so I have the luxury of two-hand typing!  What joy!First, I'll update you on my daily routine.  My life right now consists</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1346224401230810326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/1346224401230810326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2007/02/womans-sanity-still-intact-three-weeks.html' title='Woman&apos;s Sanity Still Intact Three Weeks after Birth of Son'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-8090637348459706260</id><published>2007-01-28T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:58:22.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah Has Arrived!</title><summary type='text'>Noah Daniel arrived at 10:43 PM Saturday, January 20!  He weighed in at 7.5 pounds and measured 20.75 inches.  As you see, he's completely precious.  He's already firmly established his character in the "sweet and snuggly" category.  I can't believe anything can smell and look so perfect.I have been completely exhausted this week.  I just had my longest stretch of sleep in 7 days--three hours in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/8090637348459706260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/8090637348459706260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2007/01/noah-has-arrived.html' title='Noah Has Arrived!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-116875002252115610</id><published>2007-01-13T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:06:46.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-Overdue Update (AKA:  Yes, I am alive!)</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to everyone who has written or called--you guys are the best. I really appreciate just knowing that if I dropped off the face of the earth, someone would care! I didn't intend to do that, exactly, but...anyway.Noah Daniel is doing well, and is still in the womb! I am 38 weeks today, and Ryan and I can't wait to SEE our little man in person. As I was telling Shannon the other day, I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/116875002252115610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/116875002252115610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-overdue-update-aka-yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Long-Overdue Update (AKA:  Yes, I am alive!)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-116120085079933471</id><published>2006-10-18T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:49:24.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The first thing that pops into my mind...</title><summary type='text'>...do you really want to know this stuff?Apparently, Jenn does, because she tagged me with her Four Word Meme.  I have to tell you what comes to my mind with these four words she's given me:  encumbered, lofty, exaggerate, and bowel.  Yep, bowel.  Encumbered:  Is it just me, or when you hear or read certain words, do little pictures come into your mind that kind of illustrate that word?  When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/116120085079933471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/116120085079933471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-thing-that-pops-into-my-mind.html' title='The first thing that pops into my mind...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115938619980765194</id><published>2006-09-27T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:31:00.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News from BHC!</title><summary type='text'>Our church has podcast sermons you can subscribe to!  If there were a way to transmit a joyful shriek across this medium, that's what you'd be hearing from me right now.  (Okay, so there's probably a way to do that, but I'll spare you my joyful shriek.  THIS time.)Blessed Hope Chapel PodcastsJoe Schimmel's sermons were used by the Lord to change our lives in so many ways.  I am really excited for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115938619980765194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115938619980765194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/09/breaking-news-from-bhc.html' title='Breaking News from BHC!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115936260516674369</id><published>2006-09-27T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:11:33.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opposite of Proverbs 31?</title><summary type='text'>I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about this a few days ago, and in my sleepy state I thought about delving more deeply into it later.  Like, not at 4 AM.  (Hope you didn't want me to do it right then, Lord!)We all are familiar with the Proverbs 31 Woman.  She's an ideal in some ways--we could discuss whether ALL of her attributes are attainable for one woman with some difference of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115936260516674369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115936260516674369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/09/opposite-of-proverbs-31.html' title='The Opposite of Proverbs 31?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115807479109990832</id><published>2006-09-12T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:26:31.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Baby Update!</title><summary type='text'>On Friday, Ryan, both sets of grandparents (yep, you read that right) and I went to the local high-risk OB for my 20 week appointment.  It's my OB/GYN's standard practice to send all patients there for a mid-pregnancy 3D ultrasound.  My reaction to this was, of course, sophisticated and nonplussed.  Let's see if I can remember what I said:"YEE-HAW, RYAN!!!!  I CAN'T BELIEVE WE GET ONE OF THEM </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115807479109990832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115807479109990832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/09/major-baby-update.html' title='Major Baby Update!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115705678001484530</id><published>2006-08-31T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:44:12.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Branching Out Again:  FOOD!</title><summary type='text'>I made Chicken Picadillo from a recipe I got from Cooking Light the other day.  More on that in a minute.*Shameless Plug for Cooking Light*If I could buy a magazine for every newlywed, it might be this one.  Especially newlyweds who, like me, had a rather limited repertoire of dishes at which he or she is an expert.  (Mine consisted of Pop Tarts, spaghetti--I was proud of that one--a mean batch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115705678001484530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115705678001484530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/branching-out-again-food.html' title='Branching Out Again:  FOOD!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115685899466264420</id><published>2006-08-29T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:48:33.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Can Make All the Difference</title><summary type='text'>How you say something can matter as much, or more, than what you say.Take, as a case in point, the couple who is trying to conceive.  One of my dearest friends, Katie, has started her blog, and one of her first posts, Where is Baby #2?, hits the nail on the head.It's so painful to want a baby and not have one. Period.  I don't care if you have five children or none, an ache is present in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115685899466264420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115685899466264420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-can-make-all-difference.html' title='It Can Make All the Difference'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115653663649161696</id><published>2006-08-25T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:10:36.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Posts of Interest</title><summary type='text'>I would hate for anyone to miss Rachel's incredible series at Home Works Best.  She reviews a book I've never read, Fascinating Womanhood by Helen Andelin.  A cautionary note was always struck in my heart when I read/heard about that book.  Rachel's posts are well worth checking out:Part OnePart TwoPart ThreeIn other news, everyone's favorite Molly and the talented Blest with Sons have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115653663649161696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115653663649161696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-posts-of-interest.html' title='Some Posts of Interest'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115625243348567592</id><published>2006-08-22T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:22:10.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Rant about Housing</title><summary type='text'>We interrupt our regularly scheduled baby updates and exegesis to bring you this tirade...er...bulletin.My father's an economist by education and was an Auditor for the General Accounting Office (now the Government Accountability Office, a much more accurate name) by trade, so you'll have to excuse me if I get a little amped about things like this.Markets go up and come down with regularity.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115625243348567592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115625243348567592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-rant-about-housing.html' title='Small Rant about Housing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115591416992557408</id><published>2006-08-18T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:14:32.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect for a Blogger...</title><summary type='text'>...especially a dorky one like me!  (I lifted this from Valerie, who, incidentally, had the same top "major" as I.)  Perfect for a blogger that English and Journalism tied, eh? You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!English92%</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115591416992557408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115591416992557408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-for-blogger.html' title='Perfect for a Blogger...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115590876380487165</id><published>2006-08-18T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:52:15.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Life and the Supremacy of Jesus</title><summary type='text'>It seems like a question you wouldn't need to ask:  what is eternal life?  I think if you asked anyone on the street to define it, they'd say something like, "Eternal life is life that goes on forever; it never ends."  And granted, that's the literal definition.  But from a Biblical standpoint, is that it?  Is there more to it?We know that the children of God, those who follow Jesus Christ, are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115590876380487165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115590876380487165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/eternal-life-and-supremacy-of-jesus.html' title='Eternal Life and the Supremacy of Jesus'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115521980166620756</id><published>2006-08-10T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:23:21.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well into the Second Trimester!</title><summary type='text'>Well folks, I'm almost 16 weeks. (resounding applause)We went to the doctor earlier this week and had another ultrasound; I thought you might like to thrill to the sight of Baby's Frith's spine, skull, arm, and hand.Check it out!BACK VIEW--See the spine?  Little tiny bones!SCRATCHING HEAD (A little more difficult to see.  This is a front view.)The morning sickness hasn't completely gone; evenings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115521980166620756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115521980166620756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-into-second-trimester.html' title='Well into the Second Trimester!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115436386545983269</id><published>2006-07-31T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:37:45.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>California Trip and Update, with Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Hello all!  I am currently in sunny California (okay, overcast California, but with the heat wave they've had lately, I'll take it).  I'm on a much-desired vacation while Ryan works a little bit this week.In baby-related news, I am happy to report that I have FINALLY emerged from an 8-week bout of almost constant nausea.  When you're in the thick of it, it feels like you'll never feel really well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115436386545983269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115436386545983269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/07/california-trip-and-update-with.html' title='California Trip and Update, with Pictures'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115324483584925040</id><published>2006-07-18T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:48:49.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme from Kim (that almost rhymes...)</title><summary type='text'>Don't worry; this isn't going to be a blog where I only post memes.  But how can I refuse Kim's tag?  She's a dear friend I'm so glad to have back in the blogosphere.  Blogworld.  Blogdom.  Whatever.5 Things in my Refrigerator:Um, I have been a sick pregnant woman for a few months now.  Do you want to know the answer to this question?1. Noodles (which I heat up and eat with ketchup)2. Fruit, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115324483584925040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115324483584925040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/07/meme-from-kim-that-almost-rhymes.html' title='A Meme from Kim (that almost rhymes...)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115221946901154075</id><published>2006-07-06T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:57:49.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you stand another baby update?</title><summary type='text'>Here are the latest pictures of the wee Baby Frith.  :)  Please do not sue me in a court of law if your drool ruins your keyboard!  I can't help how adorable the baby is!  Okay, so at this stage the head looks like a triangle.  True.  But it's a CUTE triangle.His/her knees were up and feet were crossed; arms were moving; heart rate was 171.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115221946901154075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115221946901154075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/07/can-you-stand-another-baby-update.html' title='Can you stand another baby update?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115162591140664145</id><published>2006-06-29T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:06:39.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Primer</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been feeling nauseated, tired, listless, and dizzy--all the time.  I know what's going on.I believe there is a point to this, and I write that even as I count the minutes until 8PM so I can go to sleep (my only refuge from the sickness).Look at the facts:  I am wholly separated from what was my normal life.  Every moment of the day is, in one way or another, consumed with pregnancy.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115162591140664145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115162591140664145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/primer.html' title='A Primer'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115135517761735454</id><published>2006-06-26T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:52:57.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby News</title><summary type='text'>We went to the doctor today and were overjoyed to see Baby Frith's little self!  The baby wiggled quite a bit (must have been that Chinese I had for lunch).  Heartbeat increased to 178 this time.  My mother thinks this means it's a girl...what do you think?  Maybe a picture will help:Definitely my chin and nose, right?   ...Right?Praise the Lord!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115135517761735454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115135517761735454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-news.html' title='Baby News'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115040473871081912</id><published>2006-06-15T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:01:22.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Role in Jesus's Death</title><summary type='text'>This is one of those topics that seems a little absurd to me, but maybe I am just too much of a lightweight (wink, Kim!).  For some reason, in some circles there is a "Did God Kill Jesus?" controversy.Huh?  I find this an issue that is easily addressed with a few scriptures.  I see no reason, really, to make it too complicated.Quick background:  Kim at The Upward Call was reading a controversial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115040473871081912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115040473871081912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/gods-role-in-jesuss-death.html' title='God&apos;s Role in Jesus&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115031114076872933</id><published>2006-06-14T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:56:15.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Letter</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends of My Mommy,Here is my first picture...what do you think?  I'm so glad they caught my good side; I was quite unprepared for a photo today.  Mommy didn't warn me at all. The doctor said that my heart rate is 145.  Is that good?  I feel fine, so it must be a good number.  The doctor also said that "everything is looking perfect."  Mommy cried when she said that, and when she heard my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115031114076872933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115031114076872933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/special-letter.html' title='A Special Letter'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115021350025576902</id><published>2006-06-13T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:58:52.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Survey/Meme Thingy</title><summary type='text'>As part of her Seven Days of Blog, Blest with Sons created a fun survey for her readers.  I'd be interested in your answers, too.  Here are mine.Blog ReadingHow many do you read regularly?I try to stop by all of those on my blogroll fairly regularly; but truth be told, I frequent about 21 very regularly.How many are written by women? By men?Most are by women, but I do love some men's blogs.  Wow,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115021350025576902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115021350025576902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-surveymeme-thingy.html' title='Blogging Survey/Meme Thingy'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-115015333805608786</id><published>2006-06-12T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:02:18.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><summary type='text'>"Morning Sickness" is not aptly named.  I just want you all to know that!We have our first ultrasound on Wednesday--I'll be sure to update and let you all know how it goes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115015333805608786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/115015333805608786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114966665584080227</id><published>2006-06-07T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:38:17.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question about Homeschooling</title><summary type='text'>On online friend wrote to me, "I noticed you are for homeschooling.  I am debating between that and sending my boy to public school--yikes, I know.  Since you did some study on the topic, what did you find?  Any curriculum you liked in particular?  I guess this is a loaded question."It's really late/early right now, and I can't promise that my answer will be comprehensive, but I wanted to address</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114966665584080227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114966665584080227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/question-about-homeschooling.html' title='A Question about Homeschooling'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114960949516513386</id><published>2006-06-06T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:00:16.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Points of Interest</title><summary type='text'>You've got to read Sallie's post on childlessness at her new digs, A Gracious Home (formerly Two Talent Living).  Sallie's blog looks beautiful, and she says everything I would want to say and more about childlessness/infertility.  I could almost have written her post myself, word for word.Molly and the gang at Choosing Home have been initiating wonderful discussion about Mormonism--handled in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114960949516513386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114960949516513386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-points-of-interest.html' title='A Few Points of Interest'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114955392317465813</id><published>2006-06-05T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:32:03.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Offensive" Faith</title><summary type='text'>One of my best friends, Amy Jeffus, recently started a blog, and I think it's really impressive (not just because she gave me a shout-out.  Ahem.).  I have loved her passionately ever since I met her:  she's dogged in her pursuit of truth, kind in her way of communicating it, and always eager (not just willing) to learn.  She's a walking, talking, breathing Berean.  Okay, I am a little biased </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114955392317465813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114955392317465813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/offensive-faith.html' title='&quot;Offensive&quot; Faith'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114928036868127768</id><published>2006-06-02T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:32:48.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><summary type='text'>Everything is still going well.I am trying not to panic about little things--about anything--but it's hard.  One second I am elated, planning in my mind, dreaming; and then at almost the next moment, I am terrified, ashamed of imagining the worst, frozen, scared almost even to breathe.  I know it's irrational, but sometimes I'm scared that little things will cause the worst case scenario to occur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114928036868127768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114928036868127768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/06/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114889941258951094</id><published>2006-05-29T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T06:43:33.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who, me?  Overwhelmed?  Nah.</title><summary type='text'>Thank you all so, so much for your well-wishes and prayers.  Just when I start to feel lonely in my everyday life, you guys all remind me what a beautiful family I have all over the world!  Thanks for being excited with and for us.Quick pregnancy update:  everything's going really well.  I am a little over five weeks, and while I have many other symptoms, nausea hasn't thus far been one of them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114889941258951094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114889941258951094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-me-overwhelmed-nah.html' title='Who, me?  Overwhelmed?  Nah.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114864483812269718</id><published>2006-05-26T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:00:38.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Post Ever.  EVER.</title><summary type='text'>Do you guys remember this post?  The one about deferred dreams?  In it, I wrote:It's still the desire of my heart, and yes, I believe it's a godly one. And honestly, I do think He will grant it....I do think God will make me a mother, somehow, someday.I am happy to announce that Ryan and I are expecting a child on January 27, 2007.Actually, happy doesn't begin to describe it!  Let's see if I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114864483812269718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114864483812269718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-best-post-ever-ever.html' title='My Best Post Ever.  EVER.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114614527055078463</id><published>2006-04-27T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:49:14.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A God by Any Other Name...</title><summary type='text'>...ain't the same God. Mary J. Blige, a popular R&amp;B singer, believes that God wants her living in luxury and splendor.  Do you think what she's hearing from the God of the Bible?Mary J. Blige says she has found religion, but she makes no apologies for her earthly materialism. In fact, she says God has willed her to wear bling.'My God is a God who wants me to have things,' the singer tells May’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114614527055078463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114614527055078463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-by-any-other-name.html' title='A God by Any Other Name...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114555559870429255</id><published>2006-04-20T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:55:43.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering to Be Sweet</title><summary type='text'>I was really touched by this post from Crystal at Biblical Womanhood.  She writes,"During my quiet time this morning, after I had read God's Word and spent time in prayer, I was writing in my journal and contemplating what specific things I could do today to be a help meet to my husband....In thinking about practical ways I could be a blessing and help to ease Jesse's heavy burdens, the Lord put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114555559870429255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114555559870429255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/04/remembering-to-be-sweet.html' title='Remembering to Be Sweet'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114467688876274543</id><published>2006-04-10T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:48:26.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Gospel" of Judas:  Making Connections</title><summary type='text'>Guess what?A "new gospel" doesn't surface after hundreds or thousands of years without some plotting by the enemy.  He's not going to let an opportunity go to waste.I tend to see a great degree of behind-the-scenes spiritual engineering when these sorts of circumstances arise.  Hmmm, let's see:- Dan Brown writes The Da Vinci Code, which is just a modern primer for Neo-Gnosticism and New Age </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114467688876274543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114467688876274543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/04/gospel-of-judas-making-connections.html' title='The &quot;Gospel&quot; of Judas:  Making Connections'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114442106030079143</id><published>2006-04-07T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:51:00.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Search Strings and Other Friday Fun</title><summary type='text'>Not necessarily in that order.(Quick update:  things are going really well here, and I appreciate so much everyone's prayers for Helen, Ryan's mother.  The doctors believe they were able to get all of the cancer out when they removed her kidney, and she is recovering well.  Please continue to pray for the family and for her recovery.)I can't help but indulge in some humor after giggling over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114442106030079143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114442106030079143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/04/newest-search-strings-and-other-friday.html' title='Newest Search Strings and Other Friday Fun'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114382485698230581</id><published>2006-03-31T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:52:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts on Realism and "Ultraviolence" in Film</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a little more about horror/thriller films and how we got to the sadistic ultra-realism I wrote about below.  As usual, Satan introduced things little by little, so that people would be slowly deceived.Think about it:  wasn't Rock-N-Roll rebellion much the same?  Bill Haley invited teens to "rock around the clock," Elvis shook his pelvis, millions of girls screamed, and a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114382485698230581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114382485698230581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-thoughts-on-realism-and.html' title='More Thoughts on Realism and &quot;Ultraviolence&quot; in Film'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114346842621753225</id><published>2006-03-27T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:09:59.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nation's Sick Obsession with Horror</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I read this article about the recent re-emergence of gory horror movies in America.  Horror movies have been around since the invention of celluloid, but they are, if possible, getting worse.One of my first blog posts in November 2004 was called "Current Films."  I wrote:The movie industry is one of the enemy's primary indoctrination tools for the US and for people around the world who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114346842621753225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114346842621753225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/03/nations-sick-obsession-with-horror.html' title='The Nation&apos;s Sick Obsession with Horror'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114242943476110997</id><published>2006-03-15T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:31:13.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Announcements</title><summary type='text'>We've had a lot going on lately.  Why do the wonderful and exciting things seem to happen at the same time as the horrible?  Yet by God's mercy we will make it through all of them without giving in to either pride or despair.Please pray for my dear mother-in-law, Helen.  She was diagnosed with Stage II cancer in/near her kidney a few days ago; she gets the CATscan results today.  She undergoes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114242943476110997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114242943476110997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-announcements.html' title='Some Announcements'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114192628181020353</id><published>2006-03-09T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:34:14.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Weren't Looking for Me, You Might Find Me Anyway</title><summary type='text'>This is all explained here.Got some doozies for you guys this time.  In mock honor of the Oscars, let's have the Weird Ways to Get to Kristen's Blog Awards!  Winners are indicated in bold and have been determined most injudiciously by a panel of one.*trumpets and fanfare*First, in the "What Does That Have to Do with Anything?" category:1.  girl hug boy2.  song napoleon dynamite walking3.  flava </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114192628181020353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114192628181020353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-werent-looking-for-me-you-might.html' title='If You Weren&apos;t Looking for Me, You Might Find Me Anyway'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114122390084657636</id><published>2006-03-01T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:41:30.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Deferred Dreams without Losing Hope</title><summary type='text'>Or maybe it's Dealing with Deferred Hopes without Losing Your Dream.  Something like that.I've been thinking lately about how different my life is from what I expected it to be even five years ago. Ryan and I married and within just a few months were convicted about using the Pill.  That's another post, but although we would have told you at the time that we didn't know what God was going to do, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114122390084657636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114122390084657636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/03/dealing-with-deferred-dreams-without.html' title='Dealing with Deferred Dreams without Losing Hope'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114064523732038174</id><published>2006-02-22T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:55:56.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Opposition...and a Timely Warning</title><summary type='text'>One of my best friends wrote a comment yesterday that I wanted you guys to see.  I met Amy several years ago, and I've been constantly amazed by how much she desires to please God and to know Him more.  It was really painful to leave her when Ryan and I moved.Amy works with Middle School-aged kids at a large church.  She is such a wonderful teacher and influence over those preteen kids; they may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114064523732038174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114064523732038174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/truth-and-oppositionand-timely-warning.html' title='Truth and Opposition...and a Timely Warning'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114053329822495279</id><published>2006-02-21T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:48:18.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of the Church Meeting</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy lately--Ryan and I are house-hunting.  More news on that to come. For now, I wanted to bring up a subject close to my heart:  the church gathering pattern established in the New Testament.  Dave Black pointed out an article by Brent Davis about the idea of cultural relevance and the church.  It's a hot topic, and depending on what we're talking about.  I think Brent may be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114053329822495279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114053329822495279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/purpose-of-church-meeting.html' title='The Purpose of the Church Meeting'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-114009687732518532</id><published>2006-02-16T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:34:37.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing the Conversation</title><summary type='text'>Thanks for all the great comments about TV.  I find it really interesting that many of you have cut TV totally or partially out of your lives--and that some of you are not tempted by the same things I am when it comes to TV.  I think that is indicative of an area where we should encourage one another in holiness, but not play judge and jury over another family's decisions ("THEY have TV.  What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114009687732518532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/114009687732518532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/continuing-conversation.html' title='Continuing the Conversation'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113960935400043988</id><published>2006-02-10T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:09:14.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Have a TV-Bashing Party</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the title is a little facetious.  But a TV-bashing party sounds kinda fun to me!I really should have brought this series to your attention before.  Blest with Sons, a new find for me, has just concluded an amazing and introspective series that is positively brimming with Scripture and fun convicting thoughts.  (Don't you love conviction?  Hurts so good, if that's not too glib.) Her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113960935400043988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113960935400043988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-have-tv-bashing-party.html' title='Let&apos;s Have a TV-Bashing Party'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113951455084843105</id><published>2006-02-09T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:00:16.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Will Be So Proud!</title><summary type='text'>Get your position here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113951455084843105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113951455084843105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-dad-will-be-so-proud.html' title='My Dad Will Be So Proud!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113951171888631533</id><published>2006-02-09T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:04:55.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Weren't Looking for Me...</title><summary type='text'>...you still might find me.My buddy Ed has a hilarious series that he calls "How to Get Here."  As I am a fan of shamelessly stealing other people's ideas smart memes (I know, right?), and as I get a lot of bizarre search strings when I check my stats, I thought it might be a fun tradition to start here.  Beware: before you look at Ed's blog--particularly this series, latest edition 8 Feb--just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113951171888631533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113951171888631533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-werent-looking-for-me.html' title='If You Weren&apos;t Looking for Me...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113926251393016659</id><published>2006-02-06T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:06:14.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Sevens Meme</title><summary type='text'>Donna tagged me a long time ago, and since my day has been CRAZY (C-R-A-Z-Y), I think I need a leetle game.Seven Things to Do Before I Die:1.  Learn to sew.  Hey, I've only had my machine for three years now.2.  Learn to Knit, or Embroider, or something.  Kinda like number one.  Can you tell I have a longing for the feminine domestic arts?  I just...stink at them.  Except for cooking.  I can do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113926251393016659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113926251393016659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/seven-sevens-meme.html' title='Seven Sevens Meme'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113889525935392438</id><published>2006-02-02T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:47:39.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 4</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to piecemeal this psalm.  It's so wonderful--a great psalm on which to meditate (not that any of them are too shabby!).  I love how so many of the psalms are encouraging, comforting, convicting and instructive, all at the same time.  God is like that.Psalm 4For the director of music. With stringed instruments. A psalm of David.  1 Answer me when I call to you,        O my righteous God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113889525935392438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113889525935392438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/02/psalm-4.html' title='Psalm 4'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113872111318331379</id><published>2006-01-31T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:26:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now for Something Completely...Embarrassing</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I am doing this.MY PIG PICTURE.  Such as it is. (It's all Michelle's fault.)Pathetic!  Looks like some kind of devil pig!Is there an artist in the house?Draw your own pig! Show me up! (Not that it would be hard.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113872111318331379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113872111318331379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-now-for-something.html' title='And Now for Something Completely...Embarrassing'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113839318921811529</id><published>2006-01-27T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:19:49.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Margaret Sanger:  Enemy of the Family</title><summary type='text'>Amy provides an eloquent primer on the anti-family beliefs of Margaret Sanger, American birth control activist from the early 1900s.  According to Wikipedia:"In 1914, Sanger launched The Woman Rebel, a newspaper advocating birth control. She also separated from William Sanger. In 1916, Sanger opened a family planning and birth control clinic in the Brownsville neighborhood of Brooklyn, the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113839318921811529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113839318921811529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/margaret-sanger-enemy-of-family.html' title='Margaret Sanger:  Enemy of the Family'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113828388123542673</id><published>2006-01-26T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T08:58:01.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono Revisited</title><summary type='text'>I've got to tell you, I probably received the most hateful comments and e-mails to date for writing a post that didn't sing the praises of Bono.  But when I saw this incredible article linked from Ambra Nykol's blog, which I love, I really wanted to share it with you.  Ambra wrote:A recent editorial on Bono's message of "co-existence" (i.e. that Christians, Muslims, etc. can all live together in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113828388123542673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113828388123542673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/bono-revisited.html' title='Bono Revisited'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113819989400099565</id><published>2006-01-25T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:45:43.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tozer on Movies</title><summary type='text'>I thought this might be a good time to bring up an article by one of my favorite Christian thinkers, A.W. Tozer.  The Menace of the Religious Movie is his discourse on drama in Christendom.  This is--I'm sure I don't have to tell you--even more controversial today than when Tozer wrote it.  I don't quote him here to declare my total opposition to the use of any kind of drama, but I do think his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113819989400099565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113819989400099565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/tozer-on-movies.html' title='Tozer on Movies'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113812752957770922</id><published>2006-01-24T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:32:09.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Conversation Alert</title><summary type='text'>There's a great discussion going on over at Choosing Home Blog regarding Chad Allen's role in End of the Spear.The controversy is this:  a gay actor is playing Nate Saint in a film about an event that is very precious to many Christians--the martyrdom of several American missionaries to Ecuador in January, 1956.  Many Christians are upset at the selection of an openly gay activist for the part of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113812752957770922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113812752957770922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-conversation-alert.html' title='Good Conversation Alert'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113789406071234354</id><published>2006-01-21T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:44:38.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline: Body and Spirit</title><summary type='text'>Remember Pineapple Throat?  That was December 15.  I'd already been sick for several days when I wrote that post; I've been to the doctor three times since then and am still on antibiotics (and believe me, I am one of those people who doesn't take them unless absolutely necessary).  It's been a long time since a bug nabbed me this hard!The illness required me to stay home from work quite a bit, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113789406071234354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113789406071234354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/discipline-body-and-spirit.html' title='Discipline: Body and Spirit'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113770020961698635</id><published>2006-01-19T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:38:56.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativism's Ugly Offspring</title><summary type='text'>The success of "Sex and the City" didn't astound me.  Its adoring fan base wasn't surprising.  But the content of the show (which, no, I haven't watched but have read enough about to know I DON'T want to see it, thanks) is another in a long list of dividing lines that increase exponentially in our country every day.  It separates those with some sense of virtue and morality from those who, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113770020961698635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113770020961698635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2006/01/relativisms-ugly-offspring.html' title='Relativism&apos;s Ugly Offspring'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113518568960911849</id><published>2005-12-21T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:25:57.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting to Win What?</title><summary type='text'>My buddy Spunky (whose blog is so awesome, by the way!) has a really thought-provoking post up now about intelligent design and the battle being waged on campuses.  Spunk quotes a Washington Post article about a Republican judge who is trying to vanquish the whole Intelligent Design argument; she then asks, "Why do parents keep fighting these battles with the schools?"I'll let you read the rest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113518568960911849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113518568960911849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/12/fighting-to-win-what.html' title='Fighting to Win What?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113467671910248301</id><published>2005-12-15T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:35:00.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I always thought it should be.</title><summary type='text'>Uh, oh...does this post count as fluff, though?Your Blog Should Be GreenYour blog is smart and thoughtful - not a lot of fluff.You enjoy a good discussion, especially if it involves picking apart ideas.However, you tend to get easily annoyed by any thoughtless comments in your blog.What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113467671910248301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113467671910248301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-always-thought-it-should-be.html' title='I always thought it should be.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113463985633658906</id><published>2005-12-15T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T04:48:21.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AM Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I think this is the first time in my really, really VAST blogging career (yes, that's a joke) that I've plunked out some thoughts in the middle of the night.  I'm not at all the "night owl" type; if it tells you anything, I start getting cranky at 9 PM.  Anyway.  I'm in a random mood, so expect anything.First, though, the predictable whiny update:  I'm up so early because my throat is swollen and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113463985633658906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113463985633658906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-am-thoughts.html' title='3 AM Thoughts'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113396728149938155</id><published>2005-12-07T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:06:37.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy-yup at Saddleback!</title><summary type='text'>I saw this the other day at Slice of Laodicea (one of my favorite blogs):Come for the Worship, Stay for the Sounds of the IslandsNow, if you've been reading my thoughts for even part of the year I've been blogging, you know that Rick Warren ain't my favorite teacher.  I knew that Saddleback, the church Warren pastors, probably reflected Warren's approach to Christendom.  I wasn't quite prepared </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113396728149938155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113396728149938155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/12/giddy-yup-at-saddleback.html' title='Giddy-yup at Saddleback!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113356783683970748</id><published>2005-12-02T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:57:16.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Pictures</title><summary type='text'>We spent Thanksgiving at the home of Ryan's sweet cousin Jessica and her husband Kurt.  Here are a few of the pictures we took there (the first, though, is at the home of our friends Felicity and Chris, where we ate an early Thanksgiving meal before pigging out mere hours later at Jessica and Kurt's).Kristen and FelicityThe CUTEST Little Gal in the WORLD (Jess and Kurt's daughter, Malia)Ryan and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113356783683970748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113356783683970748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving-pictures.html' title='Thanksgiving Pictures'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113336455086113972</id><published>2005-11-30T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:29:10.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Psalm 2</title><summary type='text'>I'm doing a series on Psalms.  I don't think I am going to go through each one, one at a time; I intend to just reflect on and discuss what I feel the Spirit is highlighting to me as I read through them.  Rachel is going to join me, and you, of course, are welcome as well to blog through Psalms with us.Psalm 2 is a Messianic psalm; in my opinion, there's no mistaking that:Why do the nations rage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113336455086113972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113336455086113972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflections-on-psalm-2.html' title='Reflections on Psalm 2'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113297163921901134</id><published>2005-11-25T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:06:02.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice (2005) Review</title><summary type='text'>Rachel did a wonderful job summing up the new Pride and Prejudice that's now out in theatres.  I could have written her post myself...almost.Long story short, it must be understood before engaging in any conversation about (or reading anything about) this film that, more than likely, NOTHING will EVER compare to the 1995 BBC version.  While I do have some small quibbles with that series--which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113297163921901134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113297163921901134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/11/pride-and-prejudice-2005-review.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice (2005)&lt;/i&gt; Review'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113275535892496962</id><published>2005-11-23T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:20:02.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 1</title><summary type='text'>Rachel and I, in some form or fashion, are going to go through Psalms.  Not quite sure how long that's going to take! I'll probably take several at a time and focus on whatever the Spirit seems to be highlighting.  Psalm 1, though, deserves to be all by itself:Psalm 1 (ESV)Blessed is the man   who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,nor stands in the way of sinners,   nor sits in the seat of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113275535892496962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113275535892496962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/11/psalm-1.html' title='Psalm 1'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113232122077778445</id><published>2005-11-18T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T08:40:20.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Coming Out, Just Wading Through</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in a long time because my fingers feel frozen.It's not the temperature outside (although today is a CHILLY 28! O California, where art thou?).  It's my heart.  I've been going through something I can hardly describe, but I thought you guys, as my friends, deserve to know what's going on with me.  And maybe I can snag some prayers from you over this.I don't want to go into details</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113232122077778445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113232122077778445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-coming-out-just-wading-through.html' title='Not Coming Out, Just Wading Through'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113096576707051753</id><published>2005-11-02T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:09:27.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Love</title><summary type='text'>I'll admit it:  I am a little obsessive.  When I find something I like, my passion is deep and usually immediate, and it can find a source in anything from cereal (ahem), to people, to activities.Lately I've fallen in love again--this time with running.  I never thought I could run because I always was out of breath after running for just a few minutes.  I never knew you could train yourself to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113096576707051753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113096576707051753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-love.html' title='A New Love'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113024841049934673</id><published>2005-10-25T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:53:30.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way or the Highway?</title><summary type='text'>Molly, my good friend and sister in the Lord, wrote a comment I'd like to respond to.  She wrote (emphasis mine),"You said, 'Asking how far away from those commandments I can get betrays a fundamental gap in my understanding of the Good News itself.'Now I totally agree with this. Buuuut, I don't think that's what Christians like Lamott are doing. See, I think that if they thought GOD was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113024841049934673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113024841049934673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-way-or-highway.html' title='My Way or the Highway?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-113015948308705295</id><published>2005-10-24T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:19:40.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far Can I Go?</title><summary type='text'>Rachel posted some thoughts last week that sprang from her reading of Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott.  It's a wonderful, thoughtful post in which Rachel wonders aloud about Lamott's Christianity.  While she's careful about declaring Lamott to be a Christian or not, what she knows of Lamott's beliefs makes her think about what it means to call yourself a Christian.  Rachel writes (emphasis mine)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113015948308705295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/113015948308705295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-far-can-i-go.html' title='How Far Can I Go?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112972690725423080</id><published>2005-10-19T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:08:03.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking the Common Language</title><summary type='text'>Ed has a great post about sports as men's common language.  He notes how easy it is for him to talk man-to-man about sports...There are a lot of men who won't give me the time of day when it comes to 'any of that God stuff,' but if I want to discuss the race last Sunday or the best NFL defense ever (the 1985 Bears, if you must know), then these guys will act like my long-lost relatives. It's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112972690725423080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112972690725423080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/speaking-common-language.html' title='Speaking the Common Language'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112960368860429501</id><published>2005-10-17T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:50:43.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kristen Needs</title><summary type='text'>I apologize to those of you who hate memes.  I do hope that you realize I only meme the REALLY funny things, though.  Right?  ...Right?Anyway, Kirstin's was funny, and Rachel had me literally in tears with laughter.  And SHE got it from Thicket Dweller.  So blame them.  I'll let Rachel explain the meme:"Here's the drill: You google '[your name] needs', except of course that you replace [your name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112960368860429501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112960368860429501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-kristen-needs.html' title='What Kristen Needs'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112930046404628856</id><published>2005-10-14T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:38:42.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps This Is Appropriate</title><summary type='text'>My first blogging anniversary is coming up (close to yours, eh, Kim?), so I thought it timely when Carol tagged me for a meme you've probably seen around lately.My instructions:1. Go into your archives.2. Find your 23rd post.3. Post the fifth sentence (or closest to it)4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.5. Tag five other people to do the same thing.Here it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112930046404628856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112930046404628856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/perhaps-this-is-appropriate.html' title='Perhaps This Is Appropriate'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112921712597087752</id><published>2005-10-13T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:57:41.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating Your Flesh</title><summary type='text'>My new friend Ali (here's a great post of hers) got me thinking.  We were discussing a popular Christian book and its encouragement to the reader to accept themselves.  One study question asks the reader, "What areas of my personality, background, and appearance do I need to accept?"Well...is that really an issue?  Or is this book delivering a red herring?Let's ask Paul.  Here he is talking about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112921712597087752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112921712597087752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/hating-your-flesh.html' title='Hating Your Flesh'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112905313049107419</id><published>2005-10-11T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:52:10.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Not-So-Dark Secrets about Me (Okay, Some Are a Little Dark)</title><summary type='text'>I've prepared myself for the embarrassment to follow.  I saw this over at Rachel's.1. I like smooth jazz.  Ugh—even the term is embarrassing.  But it’s true:  I’ve liked Grover Washington, Jr., for a long time.  Michael McDonald stands forgiven in my sight for all the bad R&amp;B reprises.  (Michael, if you’re reading this, please go back to your Steely Dan backup roots!  Go back to “What a Fool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112905313049107419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112905313049107419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/ten-not-so-dark-secrets-about-me-okay.html' title='Ten Not-So-Dark Secrets about Me (Okay, Some Are a Little Dark)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112869338119595986</id><published>2005-10-07T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:56:21.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm Sick.</title><summary type='text'>I am sick.  It's not the I'm-barfing-and-about-to-die sick, just the tired-and-loopy-with-sore-throat sick.  It's the best kind of ill to be:  everything slows down, and you can't run around doing all the things you usually do; you just want to sit or lie down and read or watch Jane Austen movies.  Well, that is what I do, anyway.When I am sick like this, I usually make grand plans in my mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112869338119595986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112869338119595986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-im-sick.html' title='So, I&apos;m Sick.'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112854704856956110</id><published>2005-10-05T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T17:19:09.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhema, and Being Cut to the Heart</title><summary type='text'>Since my last update was probably a bit of a downer, I wanted to let you all know that I am on the mend spiritually.  I have a thirst for God's Word again--I am excited to sit down with it every day.  I feel like a disciple, a learner, again, thanks to Him.  Rhema is a Greek word meaning "that which is or has been uttered by the living voice."  Perhaps it's my background talking, but when I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112854704856956110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112854704856956110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/rhema-and-being-cut-to-heart.html' title='Rhema, and Being Cut to the Heart'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112843785970914288</id><published>2005-10-04T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:57:39.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Interesting Questions</title><summary type='text'>That describes Kim The Upward Call.  She posted a really interesting one for feedback yesterday, and I'd love to know what more people have to say about it:"Over the years, what is the greatest lesson you've learned about bible study? I don't mean lessons from specific portions of scripture, but about the very act of the study itself."Visit her and let her know--because I want to know!  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112843785970914288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112843785970914288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/full-of-interesting-questions.html' title='Full of Interesting Questions'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112830296031298258</id><published>2005-10-02T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:29:20.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Thinking Toolbox </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112830296031298258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112830296031298258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinking-toolbox.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112826449418302662</id><published>2005-10-02T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:17:24.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thinking Toolbox:  A Review</title><summary type='text'>I can heartily recommend The Thinking Toolbox:  Thirty-Five Lessons That Will Build Your Reasoning Skills for your family.  The book, authored by Nathaniel and Hans Bluedorn, follows the success of The Fallacy Detective:  Thirty-Six Lessons on How to Recognize Bad Reasoning.The lessons in Thinking Toolbox are obviously meant for children or young adults, but that's not to say that adults have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112826449418302662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112826449418302662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinking-toolbox-review.html' title='&lt;i&gt;The Thinking Toolbox&lt;/i&gt;:  A Review'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112800141165262528</id><published>2005-09-29T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:11:37.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enduring Gospel</title><summary type='text'>My good friend and brother in Christ, Michael Millier, commented on the last post, and he brought up a subject I am fond of:  the true Gospel, particularly as it relates to the Tanakh (the Old Testament) and the saints who lived before Jesus came. Michael, his wife Deborah, and their children currently serve the Lord in the Philippines; they lived in Israel for several years before moving to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112800141165262528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112800141165262528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/enduring-gospel.html' title='The Enduring Gospel'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112791338325201470</id><published>2005-09-28T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:16:23.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Miss This</title><summary type='text'>Jenn and Rachel are having a discussion/dual exposition of 1 Corinthians 13 that I wouldn't want to miss, so I wanted to let you know about it, too.Sometimes I think we're all in danger of getting desensitized to 1 Cor 13, in a similar way to John 3:16.  It's a passage that's read at nearly every wedding I attend!  But I actually don't think we can ever examine it too often.  Like Rachel, I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112791338325201470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112791338325201470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-miss-this.html' title='Don&apos;t Miss This'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112787243439543546</id><published>2005-09-27T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:57:29.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Fellowship</title><summary type='text'>My father, Fred, left a great comment last night regarding my Update:"I hope you and Ryan can find a church with 'Life Groups' or small groups that study God's Word and share life together. God meant for us to be in a community as his servants--teaching his word and meeting the needs of others."My father and mother attend a church that incorporates Life Groups, or cell groups, as a basic building</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112787243439543546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112787243439543546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/true-fellowship.html' title='True Fellowship'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112774045148104762</id><published>2005-09-26T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:14:11.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Heart</title><summary type='text'>I hope you don't mind, Jenn, that I am responding to some of your posts here.  I just had too much to say to try to leave it in the comments.Jenn and I met through Rachel.  You can read Jenn's first entry here to learn more about why she started her blog.  Jenn isn't a Christian, but she's exploring it, and she feels like the Lord is beginning to really show her some things.In this post Jenn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112774045148104762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112774045148104762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/human-heart.html' title='The Human Heart'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112748106486806119</id><published>2005-09-23T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:11:04.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, by Request</title><summary type='text'>Amy the Humble graciously asked me for an update on how everything's been going since the move.  I have a really bad habit of assuming that people somehow are wired into my consciousness and just know everything that's been happening and how I feel about it.  Yeah...weird.  I also always assume that someone driving me home for the first time somehow just knows where my house is.  Anyway.I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112748106486806119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112748106486806119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-by-request.html' title='Update, by Request'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112730683174446540</id><published>2005-09-21T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:48:54.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now for Something Completely Different</title><summary type='text'>I want to talk about cereal.  Right now.Peter Bogert, this one's for you.Have you guys tried Kashi Organic Promise Autumn Wheat?  OH MY GOODNESS IT IS SO GOOD.  Please try it AT ONCE.  They even carry it at my local Wal-Mart and Kroger (that's Ralphs for you West Coasters), so it's widely available.  It's shredded wheat with a tiny bit of sugar in the middle.  I mean TINY (7g/cup), so Choosing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112730683174446540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112730683174446540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And Now for Something Completely Different'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112722378813104272</id><published>2005-09-20T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:47:00.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pearls Respond to Blog Reviews</title><summary type='text'>Kind of.I just saw at Spunky's blog that Michael and Debi Pearl recently responded to bloggers' criticism of their ministry--particularly Debi's newest book, Created to Be His Help Meet.For those who may not know, I participated in a series of mini-reviews of the book that you can find on my sidebar.  I was not, however, the woman who wrote this letter to Debi:My friends and I been reading "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112722378813104272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112722378813104272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/pearls-respond-to-blog-reviews.html' title='The Pearls Respond to Blog Reviews'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112716425524215316</id><published>2005-09-19T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:10:55.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please remind me...</title><summary type='text'>...the next time I try to give blood that it will render me powerless for the remainder of the day.  Seriously.  I can't think straight, walking up stairs is a massive undertaking, and I am MISSPELLING THINGS.  Something is WRONG.I should have gotten more of those "Be Nice to Me, I Gave Blood Today" stickers from the Red Cross chick.Hey, I just noticed that their sticker has a comma splice!  Okay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112716425524215316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112716425524215316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/please-remind-me.html' title='Please remind me...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112705190045600591</id><published>2005-09-18T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:58:20.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Often-Asked Question</title><summary type='text'>Miss O'Hara does an excellent job of bringing up something I hear fairly often (though not stated in such a balanced and thoughtful way as Miss O'Hara did, frankly):  how should we interact with people who don't know Jesus?  Specifically, how do we convey the Gospel?  Should we communicate it with our lives or with Scriptures?Miss O'Hara quoted John 8:42-47, with an emphasis on verse 47:John 8:42</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112705190045600591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112705190045600591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/often-asked-question.html' title='An Often-Asked Question'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112661582016043593</id><published>2005-09-13T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:50:20.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do What You Did At First</title><summary type='text'>No matter how complicated and cumbersome our flesh tries to make it, this truth remains:  it is not impossibly hard to walk with Jesus.  The gospel is simple enough that a child can understand it.  Yet it is going to take us the rest of our lives and beyond to continue to try to grasp what has been done for us and what we are to do with ourselves.Isn't it an amazing paradox?  I am a really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112661582016043593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112661582016043593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-what-you-did-at-first.html' title='Do What You Did At First'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112533268792386685</id><published>2005-08-29T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:24:47.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I No Longer Call You Servants</title><summary type='text'>Someone found my site with this string:  "why did Jesus call them his friends instead of servants."Now there's a question that deserves an answer.  Why did Jesus tell His disciples they are His friends?  In what context was He speaking?  Us?  Friends with God?John 15:9-20As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love.  If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112533268792386685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112533268792386685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-no-longer-call-you-servants.html' title='I No Longer Call You Servants'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768853.post-112473743891972646</id><published>2005-08-22T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:03:58.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some (Quite Random) Thoughts on the Workplace</title><summary type='text'>Disjointed, possibly nonsensical thoughts follow.  Sorry.1.  The more women try to act like men, the more their own desires and purposes are thwarted and frustrated.  Do I think it's okay for a woman to be in the workplace?  Yep--I'm here.  But "working woman" doesn't have to translate to "man."  Have women not figured this out in 50-plus years?  2.  Which reminds me.  Do you remember those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112473743891972646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768853/posts/default/112473743891972646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcircumspectly.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-quite-random-thoughts-on.html' title='Some (Quite Random) Thoughts on the Workplace'/><author><name>Kristen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8uyOcHmg4Io/R_rCw4n8ZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/-8hXJ9GhuZ8/S220/DSCF0991.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
