Monthly Archives: May 2011

Have hope

“And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.”   –Psalm 39:7


I have been following the severe weather outbreak across the Midwest over the last several days and the devastation is appalling. Tornadoes are nothing new to this Kansas girl, but even with as many storms as I’ve been through, I still can’t get used to seeing broken homes and broken lives. Scenes like those in Joplin, Mo. are absolutely horrific and my heart hurts for the people whose lives have been so abruptly changed.

I can’t say I know how they feel. I’ve never been personally affected by a tornado. My home has never been shattered to pieces. My possessions have never been blown miles away by the wind. I can only imagine the pain that follows having your life smashed and scattered, leaving you to try and pick up the pieces of whatever you can find.

I imagine a lot of people are feeling lost and hurt. And waiting. For an absolution. For redemption. For peace.

I believe the Lord allows everything for a purpose. We may not know what that purpose is right away, maybe we will never know. But it’s during times like these that we need to put all our strength and faith in the Lord and hope in him.

I remember when an EF-5 tornado wiped the town of Greensburg, Kansas off the map on May 4, 2007. Greensburg is only an hour from where I live in southwest Kansas, so the storm was a pretty big deal in our area for a long time. I traveled to Greensburg a few weeks after the tornado ripped its path through the town. Here are some photos.

Sorry for the low quality of the images. My computer crashed a few months ago and I lost some of the images stored on my hard drive, these included. A friend was able to recover some of them for me, but they were super compressed. It happens. But I think you will still be able to get a pretty good idea of the state of shambles this town was reduced to.

This one really hurts my little farm girl heart. These used to be such pretty combines…

And farming implements. Tossed together and tangled like toys in a child’s toy box.

Even though the homes of the people of Greensburg were crushed, their spirits were not.

They had hope.

They knew the process would be long. And hard. But they began rebuilding.

And now, four years later, they’ve come a long way.

Here is all that was left of Greensburg High School four years ago.

Here is the new Kiowa Country High School. The towns of Haviland, Mullinville and Greensburg consolidated and built this new, state-of-the-art high school at the site of the old Greensburg High School.

They even put in a wind turbine to generate power.

There is still a lot of work to do in Greensburg. Amidst the brand new hospital, high school, Dillions grocery store and Best Western hotel, trees can still be seen with missing limbs, stairs still sit on foundations and lead to nowhere. Signs of lives once lived and destroyed but never restored.

But slowly and surely, the resilient people of this town are rebuilding. They are making their town better than it used to be. They keep hoping.

I pray the people of Joplin, the people of Canadian County, Oklahoma and everyone else effected by this year’s tornadoes have the strength to keep going.

I pray they have hope.


Much love,


Going to the chapel and we’re…

My life has consisted of the following during the past two weeks:

–finishing finals

–attending graduation (not my own. I still have one year left… thank goodness!)

–unwanted goodbyes

–getting an internship in Spain for this summer!!

–work, work, all week long, punchin’ that clock from dusk till dawn (name that song)

–good laughs with good friends

–traveling to Dallas (I’m not Texas’ biggest fan… just getting that out there now)

–celebrating the wedding of two dear friends

–dancing (aka: making a fool of myself) all night long

–etc., etc…


I love life. Can I just proclaim that to the whole wide world right now? I am so very blessed beyond my wildest dreams and I love soaking up every minute of this wonderful life.

Ok, mushy moment… check. Moving on.

Going to the wedding this weekend got me thinking about my future wedding. (Which will be way in the future… way, way in the future. I’ve got too much of an independent personality to be settling down anytime soon.)

But still… a girl can dream, can’t she?

I’ve never given much thought to my quote, unquote “dream wedding.”

I have friends who’ve had their colors picked out since the eighth grade, know exactly how many bows and ribbons will line the aisles and have pretty much already bought their wedding dress. And these are friends who aren’t even planning weddings for real.

Whenever I’m asked about what I want my wedding to look like, I always just kind of shrug and reply with a lame, “I don’t really know.” And then I get the incredulous look that says, “Oh my gosh. You are not seriously telling me that you have never thought about your wedding. COME. ON.”

Well, roll your eyes no more, friends. I have a few ideas.

One thing I am sure of… I am getting married in my boots. As much as I like wearing heels, I am a country girl through and through and I love my boots. I’m wearing them no matter what. The end.

Plus… look at how cute this is.

I love the idea of my bridesmaids wearing boots too!

I seriously die every time I look at this picture. This. is. so. me. The end again.

And then there’s the flowers. I love sunflowers. (Kansas is the Sunflower State.) And I think the sunflowers in the picture above are super cute, but I’m thinking more along the line of gazanias.


Yes, no, maybe so? I’ve never been a big flower person. Don’t get me wrong, I think they are absolutely beautiful. But I’ve never been the kind of girl who has a definitive answer whenever someone asks me what my favorite flower is.

The jury’s still out on this one.

But at least I have a few ideas and a whole lot of time before I have to make any real decisions.


Much love,


Illustration fail

I am a photographer. Not an artist.

I repeat, I am NOT an artist. Aka: I don’t draw pictures too good. (I’m also a writer, can’t you tell?)

Several weeks ago I accomplished an illustration fail yet again. Let me tell ya about it…

Our little college town recently opened a trendy new coffee shop. The decor and atmosphere is very… pubby (hello great writing skills example #2). The sheetrock has been chipped away on parts of the wall, exposing the original brick. The shop owners let visitors sign the wall and while I was there one afternoon with some friends, we decided to jump on the bandwagon and put our own John Hancock’s on the wall.

However, there were several problems with this idea that led to my drawing failure.

Problem #1 – The wall was already pretty full of signatures.

Problem #2 – The markers were dry. All four of them. For real, it took me over 10 minutes to sign my name. I may or may not have even pressed on the wall so hard that I took off a little bit of paint. Oopsies!

Problem #3 – There was a monster in the vicinity. Let me explain.

Please, observe.


See that creepy thing growing out of the red trim?

I did not draw that. I really didn’t. I promise.

But after ten minutes of signing my name, I realized that my signature was dangerously close to the creepy thing.

My thought process went as follows.

Craaapp, I don’t want people to think I drew this… this…. creepy thing. What can I draw next to my name to distinguish it from the whatever-that-is?

A border.

Yes, a border.

What kind of border?

What defines me?


No. Too girly. It would take me three years to draw a flower border anyway with these lovely, perfectly-functioning markers.


Why am I not creative?

Because I’m not an artist. (I feel like this should have been a red flag. I recognized my shortcomings, but did I make the wise decision and just leave well enough alone? No. Of course not. I hardly ever do. Dangit.)

How about Kansas?

I’m from Kansas.

Kansas is just a few straight lines and a little squiggle in the top-right corner.

I can do that.

I can draw a squiggle.

Let’s start with that first.

So I started drawing the lone squiggle of Kansas. And fyi… that is no easy task on a bumpy wall with a dry marker.

But I had already dived in head-first. So I had to keep drowning… I mean going. I mean drawing, or failing. Whatever. It was agony.

And long story short, my lines weren’t straight. My lines weren’t proportionate. And my cheeks kept getting redder and redder by the minute.

I just wanted to be done and stop drawing out the embarrassment. Get it, drawing out? Ha.

So I hurried and finished and tried to hide my face as I walked past groups of people to the back of the shop. As if they didn’t already know it was me.

“No that wasn’t Kristy. That was somebody else drawing squiggles and crooked lines around her name.”


Here is the end result. An utter failure in my mind.


But hey, at least I distinguished my name from the creepy thing.

Or at least that’s what I tell myself so I can sleep at night.


Rainpocalypse photos

Hey y’all! I know it’s been a week since the rain stopped (although it’s raining here again today) and “The Rainpocalypse” is kind of old news, but I’ve just finished editing the photos I shot last week. Dang papers sucked the life out of me last week. But just three more days, two more finals and I am done with school for the year!

I figured I’d let the photos speak for themselves in this post. Enjoy!




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