<?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-6590999483637555147</id><updated>2011-08-30T12:09:34.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke and Stephanie at BFA</title><subtitle type='html'>Pictures, updates, and daily living as the dorm parents of 20 high school girls...life is never boring</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1297486357040838507</id><published>2010-12-02T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T06:54:23.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Snow and Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGX18ch7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/u1LPol_VI2o/s1600/IMG_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGX18ch7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/u1LPol_VI2o/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls all dressed up for Christmas Banquet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGit8O33I/AAAAAAAAAPw/9kgPCTUPdxA/s1600/IMG_3600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGit8O33I/AAAAAAAAAPw/9kgPCTUPdxA/s320/IMG_3600.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving feast&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGsjK5x0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/OkQ-8WihNWQ/s1600/IMG_3780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGsjK5x0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/OkQ-8WihNWQ/s320/IMG_3780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two of our beautiful and talented seniors&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGtjx3WhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E2sZH9AP258/s1600/n1487267034_30094195_9418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGtjx3WhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/E2sZH9AP258/s320/n1487267034_30094195_9418.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kandern SNOW&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGv8cp5PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aoj3wtNF2c0/s1600/IMG_0517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGv8cp5PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aoj3wtNF2c0/s320/IMG_0517.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas cookie frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The past two weeks have been full of holiday activities. The gray skies and constant flurries of snow have added to the excitement of the last couple weeks of school. Two weekends ago, Wittlingen dorm hosted an open house. The girls dressed like movie stars and enjoyed a Hollywood themed night. This past Tuesday, the dorm celebrated American Thanksgiving, complete with turkey, stuffing and pies. It was great to have a family celebration as a dorm. This past Saturday the girls attended their formal Christmas banquet. It was a Masque ball theme, so there was some serious make-up and hair preparation all day on Saturday. The girls looked beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday one of our girls came home from the hospital after a successful knee surgery. She is recovering well and just doing good all around. We are so glad to have her back in the dorm! Also, basketball season started! Our one basketball player has been working hard, and we are looking forward to cheering her on this Friday, at the first home game! On Tuesday after school, the girls came home and decorated our Christmas tree and made cut out frosted sugar cookies. They are enjoying all of the holiday activities, and are looking forward to Christmas break as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;We are preparing the girls for beginning the study process this week for their semester exams. For some, this is a brand new endeavor and we are walking through it with them to adequately prepare them for the next two weeks. ! The last thing the girls want to do right now is study more than they already are, but at BFA these exams weigh heavily 10-20% of their overall semester grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;The snow in Kandern has helped lift everyones spirits. We've had impromptu sledding sessions and snowball fights. This Saturday we're planning on driving up the hill to a higher sledding spot and having hot chocolate afterwards. Everyone is ready for Christmas break and for studying to be over, we are trying our best to get through the next few weeks with as much joy as possible!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1297486357040838507?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1297486357040838507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1297486357040838507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1297486357040838507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1297486357040838507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-snow-and-fun.html' title='December Snow and Fun'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TPeGX18ch7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/u1LPol_VI2o/s72-c/IMG_3659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-3212147066104668487</id><published>2010-10-03T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:50:09.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjnVQJcsZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jSJxueP1bUU/s1600/IMG_2941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjnVQJcsZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jSJxueP1bUU/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;A spirit day where the girls dressed up like little kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjoOfqSyuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-f4UNH8frRA/s1600/IMG_2964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjoOfqSyuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-f4UNH8frRA/s320/IMG_2964.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get the birthday girl in the van so they can dunk her in a fountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjo171u4BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/P02SST55Kxs/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjo171u4BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/P02SST55Kxs/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Cupcakes on a shopping day over the weekend- the first cupcake shop I've seen in Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjpM7ZTRlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KPRYaPN4_-Q/s1600/IMG_2939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjpM7ZTRlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KPRYaPN4_-Q/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Typical look from Luke as he puts up with crazy girls on a daily basis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yet another week has come and gone. This was one of the more eventful weeks due to the fact that our seniors left for their class trips to Rome on Thursdays and our juniors left for Normandy as well. It was a weekend with our 11 sophomores and freshmen which was a welcomed time to connect one on one and in small groups with them. Here is the week at a glance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Tuesday we started our tradition of a senior snack in the dorm parent apartment. We wanted to touch base with them before they left for a week and it was a needed break in their night of papers, studying for tests and packing for their trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Wednesday we brought McFlurries from McDonald's to their lunch for room check rewards. Their rooms get checked off 3 times a week and we had 11 out of 20 girls get the reward this time. I think it was good incentive for those who didn't get it this time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Seniors and juniors left with goody bags in hand Thursday night. Last year we had only 2 girls here after they left, so this year it was wonderful to have 11 girls stay behind for the weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;On Friday we invited the middle school dorm over for dinner, a digital scavenger hunt and a movie on the big screen. The girls were amazing with their "little brothers and sisters" for the night. The scavenger hunt was a hit, which Bonnie created. They had to run around Kandern and take photos of specific things like a group member and a cow or three people next to a garden gnome. We judged the pictures and handed out prizes. After that they watched the Emperor's New Groove and called it a night. Our girls slept in the hallway as is the tradition passed down to them by their upperclassmen for the first night of them being gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Saturday we had waffles and cartoons. We gave them a free pass on cleaning their rooms since they are covering for all the upperclassmen's gratis' while they are gone. In the afternoon we took two vans to Lorrach and went shopping and walking around. It was unseasonably warm this weekend (finally!) so they enjoyed being outside and getting out of the dorm. For dinner we all made pizzas together and everyone got their own half. At night the freshman were invited to a cafe masquerade at a sister dorm and our sophomores went on a late night "torch" walk with some friends and a couple staff. Corey from upstairs spent all night making homemade torches for it and they really enjoyed it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Today has been a wonderfully peaceful day. We started having a family style breakfast on Sunday mornings which has been a welcomed addition to the weekend. We make a yummy breakfast and all the girls come to the set table dressed and ready for church at 9am. We have a family sit down meal with name tags and the whole deal. It puts us all in a better frame of mind for the morning and going to church. Nobody is racing around frantically trying to get dressed. We all walked there together in the morning sunshine and back. In the afternoon the girls worked on getting their homework done so they could hang out. The sophomores all went to HBR, a brother dorm. They played soccer, volleyball and football and I have not seen the girls have that much fun with another dorm ever! It was a great day for it and a release of energy! Tonight for dorm fellowship we made encouragement cards. We're listening to jazz and being creative. It has been a great feel of a day going into the week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;Tomorrow the freshman and sophomores have a field trip for the day. The juniors get back around 10:30am and we'll make them sleep for as long as they can!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-3212147066104668487?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/3212147066104668487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=3212147066104668487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3212147066104668487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3212147066104668487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2010/10/spice-of-life.html' title='Spice of life'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TKjnVQJcsZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/jSJxueP1bUU/s72-c/IMG_2941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-3454682688505809094</id><published>2010-09-09T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:26:49.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjf7Y7VafI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ufZZPJnwQ2w/s1600/IMG_2661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjf7Y7VafI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ufZZPJnwQ2w/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the Beach Boys were playing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjfjqn-kTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/D4BnKoB94Dc/s1600/IMG_2611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjfjqn-kTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/D4BnKoB94Dc/s320/IMG_2611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making Biscuits and Gravy for HBR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjftcwB_wI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EJnsTr3RZS4/s1600/IMG_2684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjftcwB_wI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EJnsTr3RZS4/s320/IMG_2684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making sure the guys know not to come down in their robes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjfz-QHDTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rGW_Yxw40CU/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjfz-QHDTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rGW_Yxw40CU/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off the flags of France and South Korea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjftcwB_wI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EJnsTr3RZS4/s1600/IMG_2684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;ast week started out for our staff with the yearly traditional prank pulled on us by our lovely girls. We woke up Wednesday morning to a dorm full of 22 boys and no breakfast to feed them! We had made Egg McMuffins the night before with the intention of giving the girls the morning to sleep in and have breakfast on the go. Well....they decided to take their breakfast to go and leave the boys with no food. Last year was the first year that Luke and I experienced this prank tradition where our dorm swaps in the middle of the night with HBR (a boys dorm about a 30 minute walk away). They take separate paths and walk as an entire dorm to surprise each others staff. The girls got the better end of the deal since they got Egg McMuffins AND pancakes. Smart they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;We had our first hot lunch this past Friday. Every other Friday we bring a hot meal to school during the girls lunch time to relieve them of their regular sandwich and veggies. We made a yummy Thai dish that Luke learned from his mom and the girls loved it. Friday evening most of the girls went out to a campfire and cooked S'mores while talking. 6 of them camped outside and woke up to a wonderful morning mist. I took our seniors (minus one who was at volleyball) to HBR Saturday morning and we redeemed our Palmgarten name by making them biscuits and gravy. It was a hit and another memory for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On Sunday we had a picnic and then a more relaxed afternoon. For dorm fellowship we talked a lot about treating each other as sisters in this new found tight knit community of the dorm. I talked with them about the need for extra grace, forgiveness and proper conflict resolution. We all come from different countries, families, different parents, different siblings, and we're bound to not all be best friends, but we are a family here- home away from home. &amp;nbsp;For the returners, they understand the need for a positive and loving dorm environment that is accepting of who you are and walks towards growth with you. I felt like it went well. Afterwards we served sundaes and watched the new Alive and Wonderland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;This week I can already tell that girls are tired and getting sick. We're dropping like flies, me included! It's a natural fact of life as 23 people come together and share germs. It gets better, and the girls develop better food sharing habits and things will calm down. I've been pedaling vitamin C and telling them to wash their hands all the time =) Play tryouts were the last two days and we have 4 girls who made the play! This weekend will be a much more relaxing weekend full of sleeping in and lazy days so the girls can get some rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Luke and I have our first weekend off starting on Thursday. I'm running the Basel Marathon on Sunday so I'm trying to get some rest and get over this cold to be healthy in time for Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-3454682688505809094?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/3454682688505809094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=3454682688505809094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3454682688505809094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3454682688505809094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-of-september.html' title='First week of September'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TIjf7Y7VafI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ufZZPJnwQ2w/s72-c/IMG_2661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-5170092317370043585</id><published>2010-08-02T14:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:50:44.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new school year  2010-2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TFcPN5H-J9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/07yM5cl8dYA/s1600/cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TFcPN5H-J9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/07yM5cl8dYA/s400/cruise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500882201203320786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;East Coast: The Welbourn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TFcPN3wqVXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/llmDYSPDP_o/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TFcPN3wqVXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/llmDYSPDP_o/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500882200837117298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;West Coast: The Reedal's and two Welbourn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luke and I just arrived back in beautiful Kandern, Germany. We spent a wonderful 7 weeks in the states visiting family, churches and supporters. It went by a little too fast, but as we were flying into Basel we realized how excited we were to be back for a third year at BFA. This is the first year of our marriage that we haven't moved or changed jobs and THAT feels really great! On Sunday we started up with our resident life orientation. We were able to meet most of the new staff that will be working in the dorms and it is such a great group of people. We won't know who our new RA will be for quite a few more days so if you are reading this, you can pray for wisdom in that decision. Hopefully in the next few days we will find out how many girls and who we will have as well. There are a lot of unknowns, but we feel more confident going into our second year. The summer was such a good time for feeling all the support and prayers of all our friends and families back home. Thank you to everyone who made us feel so loved and cared for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-5170092317370043585?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/5170092317370043585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=5170092317370043585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5170092317370043585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5170092317370043585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-school-year-2010-2011.html' title='A new school year  2010-2011'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/TFcPN5H-J9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/07yM5cl8dYA/s72-c/cruise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-575831515875872804</id><published>2010-03-21T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:29:32.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week before spring break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few highlights from the week and weekend:&lt;br /&gt;- This past week was the 2010 Music Festival. The week is filled with nervous musicians who have practiced countless hours and perform by memory in front of a judge. In Palmgarten alone we had 4 piano performers, 2 strings performances and 2 vocal performances. Out of the 8 performances, Julia, Krista and Rachel were chosen to perform in the Honors Recital which took place on Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The juniors turned in their final poetry project this week. It was an intense art studio in the dining area with the girls working on the creative element to their projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soccer tryouts concluded this week and we have 7 girls who made the soccer team, 2 who are going to be managers, and one videographer! Yes, that means 10 girls gone on away games. This weekend was their first game of the season against Bamberg and they won 4 to 0! Palmgarten's own Rachel scored one of the goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Track practices started up as well. We have two girls competing this season and one who is helping manage three days a week. Track did not compete this weekend, but will start up with a home match when we get back from spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For the 9 girls left in the dorm, we tried to plan an eventful weekend. Friday was gorgeous outside, a nice break from the rain and snow. A few girls went to support the Honors Recital and then we had a campfire cookout with our dorm and Maugenhard. Saturday was a low key morning with waffles, eggs and sausages! A few girls went to the thermal baths with Lizzy and a few girls went with me to a volleyball championship. A teacher volunteered her home for students to watch Sherlock Holmes, so most of the girls went to see that to end the Saturday night. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV4AKKipI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XxK27aYPaOg/s400/IMG_9317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445579688792197778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Polishing off a strawberry pie from the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV3_KjUdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/legsvcpCNPA/s1600-h/IMG_9303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV3_KjUdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/legsvcpCNPA/s400/IMG_9303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445579688525386194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls after our Valentine's Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV3aRSgAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Iix_Ur7K28o/s1600-h/IMG_9092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV3aRSgAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Iix_Ur7K28o/s400/IMG_9092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445579678621532162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking LOTS of pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV3IhC98I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wusabx_hM44/s1600-h/IMG_9049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV3IhC98I/AAAAAAAAAN4/wusabx_hM44/s400/IMG_9049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445579673855784898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Hawkins dance: teaching the students a few Scottish dances in pairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV2kY5BGI/AAAAAAAAANw/SVOlXdqUepk/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV2kY5BGI/AAAAAAAAANw/SVOlXdqUepk/s400/IMG_1226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445579664157901922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ladies after buying chocolate in Brussels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KU0dtQ5bI/AAAAAAAAANo/D6ijg7Rl5vo/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KU0dtQ5bI/AAAAAAAAANo/D6ijg7Rl5vo/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445578528492938674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Katey working the pancake breakfast fundraiser for Haiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KUz7V4UsI/AAAAAAAAANg/2SwNgc9_TsI/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KUz7V4UsI/AAAAAAAAANg/2SwNgc9_TsI/s400/IMG_1183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445578519268053698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one basketball player at her last senior game with her parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KUzS6YvwI/AAAAAAAAANY/bLPKzolo9gA/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KUzS6YvwI/AAAAAAAAANY/bLPKzolo9gA/s400/IMG_1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445578508415319810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students getting ready to usher in the varsity basketball team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KUy840zZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pwHfeGIRVZI/s1600-h/IMG_8922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KUy840zZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pwHfeGIRVZI/s400/IMG_8922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445578502503189906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sledding on the golf course behind our dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those of you who receive our newsletter, you know that the past two months have been filled with activity! These are just a few of the pictures from the past two months. We just had a weekend off in Brussels with two good friends. It was very refreshing, and we had a great time driving up there. The girls are at High School Retreat right now, they will arrive back tomorrow evening. We're hoping that they've had a great weekend with a new speaker, skiing and late nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-4821668133472603262?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/4821668133472603262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=4821668133472603262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4821668133472603262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4821668133472603262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-believe-its-march-5th.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s March 6th!'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S5KV4AKKipI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XxK27aYPaOg/s72-c/IMG_9317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1627414348316290386</id><published>2010-01-04T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:21:41.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Christmas memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku9i0YIII/AAAAAAAAANA/I9K2IVojn44/s1600-h/IMG_7202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku9i0YIII/AAAAAAAAANA/I9K2IVojn44/s400/IMG_7202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089273649242242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the girls dressed in their best for the Christmas banquet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku9HgUzDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lhcGeG8GWls/s1600-h/IMG_7163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku9HgUzDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lhcGeG8GWls/s400/IMG_7163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089266317380658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My makeup collection is put to good use in the dorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku8tBXXFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sfOY4f1dq3E/s1600-h/IMG_7381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku8tBXXFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sfOY4f1dq3E/s400/IMG_7381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089259208203346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheering fans at the Palm vs. Witt flag football game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku8cvyL3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/xKz1-Qe-jTg/s1600-h/IMG_7451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku8cvyL3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/xKz1-Qe-jTg/s400/IMG_7451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089254839496562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all supported the Palmgarten girls with hand prints on our faces. No, that is not face paint but regular paint that you have to scrape off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku76HxiPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_IgHI2r-k28/s1600-h/IMG_7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku76HxiPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_IgHI2r-k28/s400/IMG_7821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089245544876274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jersey by the Christmas tree posing for her Christmas picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1627414348316290386?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1627414348316290386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1627414348316290386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1627414348316290386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1627414348316290386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2010/01/past-christmas-memories.html' title='Past Christmas memories'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/S0Ku9i0YIII/AAAAAAAAANA/I9K2IVojn44/s72-c/IMG_7202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7844353503760228087</id><published>2009-11-20T02:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T03:07:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu, The Play and Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this has been an eventful past two weeks. Starting two weeks ago we had quite a few girls home sick. The school ended up confirming that we had cases of H1N1 and closing down the school for a few days. The play was scheduled last weekend so everyone in the audience had to wear masks! We had two girls involved in the play and we were grateful to see their hard work not go to waste. Luke and I had our last weekend off before Christmas break and we went to visit Tim and Rachel Meier in Toulouse. It was great for us to see friends and reconnect....plus they have Dominoes pizza with cheesy bread =) We got back to the dorm and immediately started prepping for our dorm Thanksgiving. All the dorms have their Thanksgivings on the Thursday before so we can invite the families that sub in our dorms. I have never cooked an entire Thanksgiving meal before and had loads of help pulling off the 36 person production. In the end it was a tasty night with amazing fellowship. We are leaving today for our dorm retreat. We will have 2 days away with no internet or tv with the girls. We're hoping for snow since we're taking them to a missionary camp house in the Alps. It should be a great change of scenery from them being cooped up and isolated in the dorm for the past week and a half!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJBfbIgYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVWOwA3s-FI/s1600/IMG_6675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJBfbIgYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVWOwA3s-FI/s400/IMG_6675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406088692668858754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandon and Lizzy at the play in their mandatory masks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJA1CKNdI/AAAAAAAAALw/-6FN6gUVQH4/s1600/IMG_6679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJA1CKNdI/AAAAAAAAALw/-6FN6gUVQH4/s400/IMG_6679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406088681289823698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel was a Brooklyn diva in the play- she was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJAiBVxcI/AAAAAAAAALo/8WitVmLr7DE/s1600/IMG_6707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJAiBVxcI/AAAAAAAAALo/8WitVmLr7DE/s400/IMG_6707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406088676186113474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls before their game of muddy tackle football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJAMIrTZI/AAAAAAAAALg/tUSomXt3e1Y/s1600/IMG_6778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJAMIrTZI/AAAAAAAAALg/tUSomXt3e1Y/s400/IMG_6778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406088670311304594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving place settings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZI__hQ94I/AAAAAAAAALY/NH2JYHwBpng/s1600/IMG_6794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZI__hQ94I/AAAAAAAAALY/NH2JYHwBpng/s400/IMG_6794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406088666924775298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ENTIRE oven was filled with Thanksgiving food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKuClKu5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/O8df7D9yPd4/s1600/IMG_6796.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKuClKu5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/O8df7D9yPd4/s400/IMG_6796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090557532060562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final product layed out before everyone feasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKudoaGaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0Xw5VgLj4Cc/s1600/IMG_6800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKudoaGaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0Xw5VgLj4Cc/s400/IMG_6800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090564793407906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting patiently to get food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKvFcYgPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZMaqPRlX6Jw/s1600/IMG_6807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKvFcYgPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZMaqPRlX6Jw/s400/IMG_6807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090575480389874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The aftermath of the food set in quickly-  rolling around on the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKvcYxNdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pfr85swnI-A/s1600/IMG_6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZKvcYxNdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pfr85swnI-A/s400/IMG_6815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090581639247314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of our wonderful dorm girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7844353503760228087?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7844353503760228087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7844353503760228087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7844353503760228087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7844353503760228087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/11/swine-flu-play-and-thanksgiving.html' title='Swine Flu, The Play and Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SwZJBfbIgYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVWOwA3s-FI/s72-c/IMG_6675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7668996571685098305</id><published>2009-10-29T04:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:35:10.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAKE OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every Sunday evening we have "Dorm Fellowship" which is usually a time where we come together and regroup spiritually as a dorm. The past few Sunday's we had serious dorm fellowships so we wanted to lighten it up a bit and let the girls have some bonding time. Luke came up with the idea of a bake off. We put the girls in teams of 4 and they each gave us their ingredient lists. We told them the only parameters is that they had to be done by 8:30 on Sunday evening with presentation in hand. We "flew in" three judges (from three different parts of town) and told them there would be three awards handed out: Best in Show, Presentation and Taste. They had a blast and it was a really great night for the dorm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZzoU7MPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CphrYa8PJSw/s400/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397944371913634034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily and Krystal mixing their hot fudge in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZzxKfbAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Z0s277oq-ww/s400/IMG_6431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397944374285790210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This yummy dessert won best in show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZ0JOOzMI/AAAAAAAAALA/BmghHGnpUp4/s400/IMG_6451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397944380743929026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very prestigious judges (naturally Luke wanted in on the judging action!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZ0YKLRyI/AAAAAAAAALI/TKDQftcIma4/s400/IMG_6475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397944384753452834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the three trophies we made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZ0qBw2PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3zTci0yDpcw/s1600-h/IMG_6483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZ0qBw2PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3zTci0yDpcw/s400/IMG_6483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397944389550004466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winning teams happy dance when we announced the results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7668996571685098305?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7668996571685098305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7668996571685098305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7668996571685098305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7668996571685098305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/10/bake-off.html' title='BAKE OFF'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SulZzoU7MPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CphrYa8PJSw/s72-c/IMG_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1093835114050076510</id><published>2009-10-25T14:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:19:40.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are good pumpkins....and bad pumpkins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend the dorm was invited to HBR (a boys dorm) to carve pumpkins. They asked us to bring 14 pumpkins to split between 47 guys and girls in teams. The girls had a great time and a few of our girls were even part of the top three prize teams. After lots of hot chocolate, spiced cider, delicious applesauce cake and peach crisp- we went to their rec room to play "name that tune." It was among one of the more hilarious games played with a group of MK's and young adults. A couple days later a few girls and I were driving by HBR and saw that all of our pumpkins were still on display on the dorm steps. We decided to play a mini prank and steal 4 out of the 14 pumpkins to display at our dorm. This may seem harmless since there were 14 total pumpkins and we brought them anyway, right? Well, that is thinking from my female perspective which is very different than having 28 boys witness you take 4 of THEIR pumpkins. The guys apparently got pretty riled up and later that night we had a surprise attack on our dorm where the pumpkins were smashed and pumpkin goo was spread all around. Luckily, HBR came to help clean up and like gentlemen, later on in the week came over dressed in ties with a cake in hand and sang "stand by me" to our dorm. Lesson for the weekend: never pretend to steal anything when there is testosterone involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSfQ5RGS6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/F3maLjxcvlA/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396613366095956898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 of the 6 crates of pumpkins we bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSfQfUfx0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7DKJX2nDXEk/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396613359130888002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is  a typical pumpkin stand alongside the roads in Germany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSfRTfGAQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BH7KEgW8YwM/s400/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396613373133979906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Major concentration in pumpkin carving (this was the winning team!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSfRt7LvjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I8A_Hg7uQiE/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396613380231118386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carving out the pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSfRylWvUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-eJzHFvm6QE/s400/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396613381481741634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking up the larger pieces of the mess after the guys came &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSf4P2KfsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BaUfVOktbWw/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSf4P2KfsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BaUfVOktbWw/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614042171899586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke is surveying the damage from the inside where it is safe and smell free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSf33y7NtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/erbfBJJH3gg/s1600-h/IMG_6528.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSf33y7NtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/erbfBJJH3gg/s1600-h/IMG_6528.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSf33y7NtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/erbfBJJH3gg/s400/IMG_6528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614035715864274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HBR with their cake, ties, and amazing singing skills....apology accepted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1093835114050076510?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1093835114050076510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1093835114050076510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1093835114050076510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1093835114050076510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-good-pumpkinsand-bad-pumpkins.html' title='There are good pumpkins....and bad pumpkins...'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SuSfQ5RGS6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/F3maLjxcvlA/s72-c/IMG_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-2113187595121407860</id><published>2009-10-16T13:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:26:48.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our new tv room that I talked about in our last post. I finally found our "before" pictures so I thought that would help show just how much work went into this room. This is where we have weekend movie times and our dorm fellowships on Sunday evenings. It is proving to be a cozy place to be now that the weather has turned to fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti37Wv40DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JcovC4c44jo/s1600-h/IMG_6345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti37Wv40DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JcovC4c44jo/s400/IMG_6345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393262784122769458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new tv that Doug and Priscilla donated to the dorm. The girls love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti37Hh5QEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S5rfxW8iByg/s1600-h/IMG_6344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti37Hh5QEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S5rfxW8iByg/s400/IMG_6344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393262780037546050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti36rFtE9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/eD-x4FQpkJo/s1600-h/IMG_6343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti36rFtE9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/eD-x4FQpkJo/s400/IMG_6343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393262772403114962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The green couch in the corner was found in spermull. There are a few days a year where you can put anything out on the corner of the street and the city picks it up and trashes it for you. We rescued this gem of a velour couch and it is a great addition to the room. Some may say 70's, I say awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1fhTBEKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D-NIxu8EWF4/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1fhTBEKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D-NIxu8EWF4/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393260106894872738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mixing the cauldron of gray paint...it took two of these to paint the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1fFCY-WI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tihjqBTfGwA/s1600-h/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1fFCY-WI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tihjqBTfGwA/s400/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393260099308943714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lizzy and Bonnie working hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1exgV4VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/f8BlX9uGImk/s1600-h/IMG_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1exgV4VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/f8BlX9uGImk/s400/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393260094065860946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1eXqmxMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IoDhPXSiP5g/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1eXqmxMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IoDhPXSiP5g/s400/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393260087129588930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vacuuming up the bugs....look at that face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1dtRYYwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z1ETUy_v2nw/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti1dtRYYwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Z1ETUy_v2nw/s400/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393260075749499650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the floor to ceiling furniture. This was AFTER we cleaned out the room. You couldn't even walk in it before we attacked the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-2113187595121407860?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/2113187595121407860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=2113187595121407860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/2113187595121407860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/2113187595121407860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sti37Wv40DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JcovC4c44jo/s72-c/IMG_6345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1577170416026159037</id><published>2009-10-04T06:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:54:11.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 6 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The seniors and juniors in our dorm are on their class trips this week, which means we have only two girls left in the dorm! It has given us a chance to connect with the two individually, but also to catch up on some much needed blogging and a new newsletter soon to be sent out. Here are a few photos from the last few weeks of events!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh-J-so7sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7YXXWQWJLbc/s1600-h/IMG_6343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh-J-so7sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7YXXWQWJLbc/s400/IMG_6343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388695664062951106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our new tv room that we spent a couple weeks remodeling this summer. It used to be a storage closet and we installed new carpet, painted, and rearranged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh-Jf4tsWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uHent_kmyO8/s1600-h/IMG_6332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh-Jf4tsWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uHent_kmyO8/s400/IMG_6332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388695655792095586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have dorm fellowship every Sunday night. On this one we went up to a fire pit and made s'mores, then worshipped around the campfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6Xhx7h9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G0IxvNj4HAQ/s1600-h/IMG_6238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6Xhx7h9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G0IxvNj4HAQ/s400/IMG_6238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388691498772170706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole dorm dressed up for Fall Party. The theme was opposites. We had "fit and fat", "baby and grandma", "coke and pepsi"...etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6Xb6i6cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p5celF89WD8/s1600-h/IMG_6173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6Xb6i6cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/p5celF89WD8/s400/IMG_6173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388691497197693378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is "fit and fat"- they won the award for best dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6W0y2JBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eaI0BvUQgF0/s1600-h/IMG_6160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6W0y2JBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eaI0BvUQgF0/s400/IMG_6160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388691486696416274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The seniors came up with some new birthday traditions this year. This is a picture of them passing the birthday pillow with the present on it as they play a song for the birthday girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6WYlLyfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Skjbgp1GW6Y/s1600-h/IMG_6074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6WYlLyfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Skjbgp1GW6Y/s400/IMG_6074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388691479122921970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys dorms decided to have a Rugby match and our girls had a cheer off with another girls dorm. They definitely won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6Vy6OjAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VRA9etvFeaY/s1600-h/IMG_6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh6Vy6OjAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VRA9etvFeaY/s400/IMG_6006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388691469010635778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The school added high school intramurals this year which the girls love. Our dorm is extremely talented in sports, but many girls have to choose which sport they love the most because it costs their parents money per sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1577170416026159037?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1577170416026159037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1577170416026159037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1577170416026159037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1577170416026159037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-6-weeks.html' title='The last 6 weeks...'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ssh-J-so7sI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7YXXWQWJLbc/s72-c/IMG_6343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-6025390740897493096</id><published>2009-09-06T08:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:58:26.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a moment to blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SqOpHeMKc0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CnNVFSpf_rM/s1600-h/4+staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SqOpHeMKc0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CnNVFSpf_rM/s400/4+staff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328325838762818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our staff at Palmgarten! Lizzy, Luke, me and Bonnie. We are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are two weeks into our first year as dorm parents and so far.....we love it! We spent the last two weeks before the students got back renovating a storage room into a tv room. When we first saw it, it was stacked floor to ceiling with furniture that we had to move out and into the dorm. We then painted the walls, put in new carpet, installed lights, and moved the furniture around. The finishing touch was the 42 inch tv that Luke's parents donated to the dorm! The girls LOVED the finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since they have arrived we continue to learn how to grocery shop for 23, how to cook for 23, how to communicate with 19 sets of parents, how to adjust to staying up until midnight again, how to be creative in planning events, and how to balance life in general. I went for a walk with one of the girls and she asked me what the hardest thing was about moving into the dorm. I had to think about it for a second, and then decided that it is the realization that I have 19 people watching all my actions and words. It's a big responsibility and everyday I am realizing how I am being spurred on towards holiness. You can't fake an everyday, genuine relationship with the Lord. They see through inconsistency, but they also have amazing capacity for grace and love. I am learning and loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-SW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-6025390740897493096?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/6025390740897493096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=6025390740897493096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6025390740897493096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6025390740897493096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-moment-to-blog.html' title='Finally, a moment to blog!'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SqOpHeMKc0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CnNVFSpf_rM/s72-c/4+staff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-4627760434032437173</id><published>2009-07-20T13:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:23:26.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Luke and I just got back to Germany after being away from home for 6 weeks! After our training my parents came to visit for 2 weeks. It was a wonderful time to spend one on one with them. I'm so grateful our families invest in our lives here. It makes being away a little easier. Now we are back into a routine, we are beginning to pack up our apartment to move over to the dorm. Our dorm apartment is still under renovation so we're going to make the most of moving little by little. Jersey is happy we're home, she's had enough change for a little while. Little does she know....a new home with 22 more people around is just around the corner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SmSnhXpyG5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dhaDknObV4c/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SmSnhXpyG5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dhaDknObV4c/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360593648204520338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took my parents to our favorite restaurant for their 30th anniversary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-4627760434032437173?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/4627760434032437173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=4627760434032437173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4627760434032437173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4627760434032437173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-at-home.html' title='Back at home'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SmSnhXpyG5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dhaDknObV4c/s72-c/IMG_0979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7102150551199710603</id><published>2009-06-27T19:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:23:49.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little PFO update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our training has been outstanding this week. The wealth of knowledge and years of experience have blow us away. It's been a stretch getting back into the "classroom" setting and sitting for long period of time, but it is well worth it. We have been hearing stories of God's faithfulness to international schools all over the world. We've been blessed by some great story tellers who recapture pivotal moments in their ministry, and stories about students lives that are changed as a result. We have been learning about the TCK (Third Culture Kid), which is a kids who lives in a culture other than their passport country. We have been talking about transition, taking personality tests, communication evaluations, and discussing differences in cultures. My favorite sessions have been our time with the group of staff who are going into boarding programs next year. The times have been extremely valuable going over relationships with parents, discipline, dorm atmosphere, relationship with Resident Assistants...and so much more to come. We have another 6 days here at Houghton College with a break tomorrow. It has been encouraging to meet other dorm parents who are going into the same situation as we are and being able to talk through our questions and concerns. Mostly, we are having fun learning about the kids we have the privledge of serving next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ska_HAUlhMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8O4LfRB7R6I/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ska_HAUlhMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8O4LfRB7R6I/s400/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352175334242747586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a panel of 9 different international schools represented at this training. Senegal, Malaysia, South Korea, Germany, Romania, Czech Republic, China, India, and Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ska_G31caaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ky8YXlxmtrc/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ska_G31caaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ky8YXlxmtrc/s400/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352175331964643746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have classes all day and then we play at night =) Luke is playing a little too hard and in the last two days got a black eye from a soccer ball to the face with sunglasses on and a frisbee to the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7102150551199710603?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7102150551199710603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7102150551199710603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7102150551199710603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7102150551199710603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-pfo-update.html' title='A little PFO update'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Ska_HAUlhMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8O4LfRB7R6I/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-8946812199296002704</id><published>2009-06-21T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:50:37.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PFO in Houghton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We made the 5 hour drive yesterday to Houghton, NY from New Jersey. Instantly we met people who drove from Atlanta so it made us feel much better about our short drive. We settled into our dorm room that we will reside in for the next two weeks and I am sitting here writing from a nostalgic dorm desk. Everything so far is reminding us of our first orientation with Janz Team Ministries in Winnipeg last year. You come to an unknown place, with unknown people and you have to make a community for a couple weeks. Luke and I are both thankful that we are going through this training after being at BFA for a year. I think we are taking this more seriously than we might have if we had it last year. The schedule looks packed, but filled with great information. We found out our small group leader is Evan Evans, a family friend and one of the reasons we are at BFA. We head to our first session at 3pm. Thank you to everyone who is praying over this time. We had a tremendous time being with family in New Jersey and connecting with all of our faithful supporters.  I am hoping it will be productive and fruitful! &lt;div&gt;SW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sj5Wa1ftM3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/KP06vokzxqE/s1600-h/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sj5Wa1ftM3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/KP06vokzxqE/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349808426399380338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke, Ryan and Landis at our favorite pizza place in the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-8946812199296002704?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/8946812199296002704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=8946812199296002704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8946812199296002704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8946812199296002704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/06/pfo-in-houghton.html' title='PFO in Houghton'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Sj5Wa1ftM3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/KP06vokzxqE/s72-c/IMG_0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1800757131380790761</id><published>2009-06-06T05:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:55:39.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected trip home</title><content type='html'>So Stephanie and I leave for the United States on Monday. A three hour car ride to Frankfurt followed by a nine hour flight to Newark. We purchased our tickets just two weeks ago. We hadn't planned to go back this summer, but because of some changes that are happening for us next year a trip home became part of the plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you might know and some might not. Steph and I will be making role changes next year. We'll be moving from working within the school as teachers and administrators to residence life as Dorm Parents. Quite a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the year we've been subbing at HBR dorm on Thursday evenings and have developed a strong belief in the importance of quality residence staff. BFA has been blessed by having tremendous dorm staff that mentor and impact BFA students on a daily basis. It didn't take much time of being in that environment that we began to feel pulled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel honored the school feels comfortable entrusting us with such a responsibility. Typically the age of dorm parents has been older with actual parenting experience. The thought is the pros of having younger people in this position (more energy, relatable, less distraction, etc…) might make up for some of the cons. It is in some ways an experiment. One made with excellent support made available for Stephanie and I, and one we’re excited to be involved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think we're a little nuts. Its an exhausting job. We'll have twenty girls next year. That's right... girls. Those of you who know me best might wonder how I'll do in such an environment, and I'd be lying if I didn't say we have some healthy concerns. Personally, I'd feel there was something wrong if us if we didn't. Most people have been tremendously encouraging and have placed their support firmly behind us. The decision process would have much more difficult without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end. We feel confident this is what God has for us. We hold no illusions it will be a pain free experience, but will move through the year day by day humbly pursuing God as we go. That for us will be key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us back to our trip to the states. We’ll be home for four weeks. Two of those will be spent in New Jersey at my parents place. We’ll be visiting and sharing with our home church what the change will look like for us. We’ll also be doing some fundraising in preparation for year two as self supporting missionaries at BFA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and fourth weeks will be spent at a Conference in Houghton, New York. We’ll be attending the Pre-Field Orientation conference for TCKs (Third Culture Kids). The school believes it will help prepare us to better understand the unique characteristics and needs of missionary kids. We’re excited to see our friends and fellow missionaries, Jewel and Evan Evans as they will be part of the leadership conducting the conference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d appreciate your prayers as we enter the next month. For a relaxing time with my family, for a successful fund raising endeavor, and for valuable personal discovery and applicable info we can take away from the PFO conference in Houghton. If anyone would like to connect with us while we’re in New Jersey don’t hesitate to shoot us an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1800757131380790761?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1800757131380790761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1800757131380790761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1800757131380790761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1800757131380790761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/06/unexpected-trip-home.html' title='An unexpected trip home'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-4326150569862143823</id><published>2009-05-18T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:12:08.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She may look like an angel but she's not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-17aArI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uSTJX2mXlN8/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-17aArI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uSTJX2mXlN8/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221835876074162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;Jersey sleeping looks adorable, harmless, like she could never do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;anything to hurt you or your household...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-Vq5TiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mt0IYUCKrjk/s1600-h/P5180253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-Vq5TiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mt0IYUCKrjk/s400/P5180253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221827216887330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then you come home to your brand new book ripped to shreds and your favorite skirt with a hole in the middle of it, socks strewn everywhere, shoes gnawed on...you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-PnXMgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IrcYgaMmO_M/s1600-h/P5180252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-PnXMgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IrcYgaMmO_M/s400/P5180252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337221825591456258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, the honeymoon phase of our wonderful puppy came to a close today. She is capable of great chaos, but we still love her. A tiny glimpse into the world of parenting I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-4326150569862143823?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/4326150569862143823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=4326150569862143823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4326150569862143823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4326150569862143823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-may-look-like-angel-but-shes-not.html' title='She may look like an angel but she&apos;s not....'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/ShGe-17aArI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uSTJX2mXlN8/s72-c/IMG_0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-8563328603641986645</id><published>2009-04-22T05:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:10:44.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short funny story</title><content type='html'>This morning one of our middle school girls got a cast of her arm after having it for approximately 6 weeks. As typically happens, the arm was noticeably smaller and paler then her other arm. This was understandably alarming to the student. So much so that she begged her mom not to make her go to school. As inhumane as it may have seemed to our young friend the mom felt it was important to attend. And to school the young girl went. Completely distraught. It was several periods later a co-worker of mine noticed the student's family car leaving the parking lot with the student inside. Curious, he went by the front office to inquire as to what the reason was. Casually the front office manager replied, "she threw up in the bathroom at the sight of her own arm." Now that is dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-8563328603641986645?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/8563328603641986645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=8563328603641986645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8563328603641986645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8563328603641986645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-funny-story.html' title='Short funny story'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-6948768217230578614</id><published>2009-04-17T04:07:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:41:39.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our spring break was filled with sunshine, friends near and far, and beautiful places to see. We had a truly relaxing time breaking away from school life for a couple weeks and enjoying the scenery. Luke and I spent the first weekend in Dublin to get away for our 2nd anniversary. I loved traveling to an English speaking country where I was able to get around so easily! We then drove to Prague with our good friends Adam and Laura. For our second week of break we meshed together our worlds from the US here in Europe by seeing two sets of good friends from the states. It was amazing catching up and hearing where they are at in life and what is ahead for them. We are back at school and loving seeing all the students again. There is nothing like BFA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5t_F14PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/myV9phv0oZ4/s1600-h/Meier+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5t_F14PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/myV9phv0oZ4/s400/Meier+family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570021558444274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends Tim, Rachel and Blaine came to visit us for four days. They are serving as missionaries in France and are currently in language school. We had such a great time connecting with them and hanging out with Blaine who is a talkative little man now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5t8jrRuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zrlhe7ZJs4E/s1600-h/jersey+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5t8jrRuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zrlhe7ZJs4E/s400/jersey+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325570020878272226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jersey had a great time over spring break too! She spent a week with one of our friends, Timmy, who is like the dog whisperer. She was spoiled with love and affection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5cUXTpJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XbRlDo8M-2o/s1600-h/bohemia+bagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5cUXTpJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XbRlDo8M-2o/s400/bohemia+bagel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325569718031197330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bohemia Bagel is an expatriates best friend. In Prague we loved many meals we had in the city, but nothing could compare to a western style bagel with egg and cheese. Yum! We even brought some home to put in our freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5cIGpMiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MXA0j6PxqwQ/s1600-h/Prague+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5cIGpMiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MXA0j6PxqwQ/s400/Prague+at+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325569714740081186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the scenery of Prague at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5cAM1mnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jC_sGQ0c7Js/s1600-h/On+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5cAM1mnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jC_sGQ0c7Js/s400/On+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325569712618576498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke and I on the Charles Bridge making the trek across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5b2HLnhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PRiqVhr2tjc/s1600-h/Trinity+with+Luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5b2HLnhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PRiqVhr2tjc/s400/Trinity+with+Luke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325569709910498834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of Trinity College. We were able to see the Book of Kells and the Old Library. Fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg9A3wObRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JmqSlUGYv74/s1600-h/couple+in+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg9A3wObRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JmqSlUGYv74/s400/couple+in+square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325573644541127954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken in front of St. Stephens Green in Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-6948768217230578614?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/6948768217230578614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=6948768217230578614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6948768217230578614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6948768217230578614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-spring-break-was-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/Seg5t_F14PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/myV9phv0oZ4/s72-c/Meier+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7025646307381069720</id><published>2009-04-16T05:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:05:00.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Tough</title><content type='html'>This spring break we did some traveling. One of the places we visited was Prague in the Czech Republic. An amazing city with hundreds of years of history. In one section you'll find castles and cathedrals dating back to 14th and 15th century. In other areas you'll see cold lifeless architecture stemming from the communist era that ended less then two decades ago. The aspect of Prague I loved was the abundance of beautiful, picture perfect vantage points. Its difficult to explain a view, but the way the city is laid out makes for an amazing sunset. Almost mesmerizing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Prague before. I came in college. It was one of my first big adventures. We took night trains, slept in hostels, had absolutely no money, and had a blast. I came to Prague this time remembering those same views I described above. I Remembered standing on the Charles Bridge on the last night of our visit and looking up toward the old czar's castle and thinking there wasn't a more perfect moment in the world. It was more then a view, it was a frame of mind and the only word to describe the memory is "romantic." Not romantic as in pertaining to love, but romantic as in being dominated by emotion. Being overwhelmed by a view. Overtaken by a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around we also had a lot of fun. We went with some friends and really had a great opportunity to relax and enjoy the uniqueness of the city. An old city in a new country. It's all very exciting. I was excited to see some of the same views and experience the same moments that so impacted me in college. I visited the same spots and again was quite taken back by the amazing view. The sunset was no less breathtaking. I was flooded with memories and nostalgia from the adventures of college. It brought a smile to my face. The emotion just wasn't there though. Not sure why. Probably had a lot to do with the situation. Traveling wasn't new to me anymore. There wasn't quite the adventure in it. Contributing factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad. Sad because I realized that more then just one instance this reaction was becoming more and more a typical response. There are so many things in life to think about, that require our attention. The less essential things like sunsets and cityscapes don't capture us. Don't trigger the emotion. Don't overwhelm us with optimism like they used to. We're not as easily overtaken by a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is the natural progression. But it still makes me sad. It also makes me think that life is tough. I can't think of any other reasons why things tend to turn out this way. No one would intentionally choose to turn off the part of themselves that would be captured by something beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life kind of beats it out of us. I used to get my feelings hurt a lot when I was a kid. My parents used to say I was sensitive and it was a good thing (hard to believe in 4th grade), but it was good. I felt and thought deeply for someone so young. Life convinced me otherwise, however. Kids don't appreciate such characteristics. Life toughened me up. Makes things hurt less. Makes you feel less too. Tough consequences.&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7025646307381069720?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7025646307381069720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7025646307381069720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7025646307381069720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7025646307381069720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-tough.html' title='Life&apos;s Tough'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-6115809866758793934</id><published>2009-04-08T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:05:44.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots are made for walking</title><content type='html'>On our recent spring break adventures I was reading a book by a British author that is now living in the US. He quotes a statistic that has become more real to me with more time spent in Europe. The average American walks less than 75 miles a year- about 1.4 miles a week, barely 350 yards a day. Since moving to Germany it has become normal to see people walking everywhere we go. The mentality of walking has gotten into my head and I'm starting to think a little more European about it. If it's within walking distance, people walk it. One thing I noticed right away is that I haven't seen very many people running. I enjoy a good run, but on the whole I think people around here and most of Europe get their exercise in by walking to the grocery store or to work or to their neighbors house in the next town. For the most part I believe it has to do with pace of life and that we don't have enough time in the states to walk to stores or to friends houses. I am enjoying picking up on this European trait. Since Spring Break started I have intentionally exercised zero times, but I've walked more than 3-5 miles a day. I don't know about you, but I would much rather stay healthy walking to the grocery store than to fit in another 45 minute slot of running into my day. This is an challenge to all of you who live close enough to  a store or a coffee shop that you frequent. Try once or twice a week to walk instead of driving in your car. It's not only good for you, but good for the environment! Don't worry mom and dad, I'm not become a tree hugger =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-6115809866758793934?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/6115809866758793934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=6115809866758793934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6115809866758793934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6115809866758793934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='These boots are made for walking'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-6756887440399148214</id><published>2009-03-20T06:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:34:42.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Where to start? So much has happened since we last posted. We went back to Oregon for a wedding. Came back. Have been trying to catch up on work, sleep, and everything else. Two full 24 hour travel days definitely did a number on us. Steph is just getting over a nasty bout with the flu that she caught just 2 days after being back. Our puppy is just starting to forgive us for leaving her for so long. The weather is starting to turn and the days are starting to get longer. The morning walks with Jersey not quite as cold and dark. Our amazing students actually acted happy to see us come back and I'm trying to keep my eyes open after staying up all night watching March Madness tournament games that are 5-8 hours behind (GO ZAGS!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was great. It was good to be there for a full week so we could really help. I realized how hard and challenging planning/setting up a wedding really is. Why you ask considering you're already married? Well, mine happened to be planned from 2500 miles away. Fellas, its the best way to do it if you can get away with it. The ceremony was graceful and beautiful minus a certain rap performed by a certain maid of honor. A rap that might have been the evening's highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be back. We missed this place, which is a good sign. It was very sad to say goodbye to family, but the departure sting was numbed slightly by the knowledge that the Reedals will be coming in July for two weeks! The year is starting to ramp up. Spring break is a week away and Graduation will be upon us after that. The thought of saying goodbye is just starting to present itself. Refuse to discuss it more then that for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I will be flying to Dublin, Ireland for three days to celebrate our 2 year anniversary. That's right all you doubters. We made it two years. Surprisingly, it appears as if the drugs I gave her to make her fall in love with me haven't quite worn off yet. Any day now I'm sure. We'll then be driving with some couple friends of ours to Prague for 5 days. Other then that our break should be a bit more restful then it has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually things are going. I continue to look for consistency with my time with God. I'm reading a new book titled Spiritual Classics edited by Richard Foster. Very good. I recommend looking into it. I also continue to pray that God will bless and have his hand on my interactions with my small group guys. We're becoming much closer as a group, but I still hope they will develop a desire to learn and grow in their relationships with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially, we've been blessed. As you can see above we continue to make progress toward our short term goal to raise funds necessary to keep us here the rest of the year. It is our longer term vision to bolster our monthly support base and our time in Oregon was beneficial towards furthering that message. Our family and friends overwhelmed us with generosity. Reducing us to tears at times. There are different moments in life when the outpouring of love is just a bit too much to understand. Its in those moments we truly see God's love and provision. I believe Oregon was one of those moment. We're not quite there yet, but our faith in God's sovereignty is strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those thinking, praying, supporting, and loving us. We again thank you and miss you. Now more then ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-6756887440399148214?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/6756887440399148214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=6756887440399148214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6756887440399148214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6756887440399148214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1973146797499517751</id><published>2009-02-25T05:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:35:48.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for a little while...</title><content type='html'>First of all, thank you to everyone who responded to our support request so immediately. We are now at $6000 out of the $9000 we need to stay here for the rest of the school year. Our hearts are full of love and encouragement from you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Luke and I will be in Oregon for the next 10 days to celebrate my brother's wedding. I am thrilled to see my family in a little over 24 hours and grateful that we get to be there for his big day. He is marrying one of my best friends....the days ahead will be filled with tremendous joy! We are going to take a break from our blog during the time we are away. When we return I will update everyone where we are at financially and post pictures from the big event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1973146797499517751?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1973146797499517751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1973146797499517751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1973146797499517751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1973146797499517751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/02/away-for-little-while.html' title='Away for a little while...'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-6450218363786509867</id><published>2009-02-20T04:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:12:15.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot going on</title><content type='html'>The past few days I've wanted to post a new blog entry. The problem is there is just too much going on. I wasn't sure what to report on. I guess I can give you all a brief overview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest event on the quickly approaching horizon is Stephanie's Brother's wedding. We'll be traveling back to Oregon at the end of next week and will be there for about 10 days. We're both excited, but Stephanie is really chomping at the bit. It will have been more then eight months since we've seen them and with the wedding it really is going to be a celebration. It will also give us some time time reconnect with some supporters and hopefully make progress in our new support raising endeavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, if you school down our blog a bit, we recently got a new puppy. It has been a significant part of our lives and patience over the past three weeks. Jersey is a wonderfully sweet dog and is doing very well. Everything that goes along with being a puppy applies here and there aren't any shortcuts, but we're both learning and growing through it all. Personally, I think God knew I needed something like this puppy to help remind me of important things in life and keep my head straight. Our ministry, the school, our small groups, and everything else we do during the week are very important, but in the end we need to remember to take walks in the sunshine, sit quietly in the morning (with puppy in lap) and think about how wonderful and faithful our God really is. These things are very important also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and I have begun a new phase of our fund raising as you can see at the top of our BLOG page. We have a short term goal to raise $9000 which will keep us here through the end of the summer and give us time to prepare for another year at BFA. It is no small task, but we have confidence in God's sovereignty and provision. We'll keep you updated with how this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into two mini fender benders on our car in two days. Not a big deal, but worth mentioning. I backed into a rock wall and cracked a tail light and then our neighbor backed into us. Other then that our car is finally running very well. We are so thankful we were able to get it running well and are ever indebted to a fellow worker at BFA who helped us out on numerous occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, things are going well. We're staying busy. I'm looking at next year and wanting to branch out in my role at BFA. I'm fortunate to have an excellent supervisor who understands that desire and is helping me discover what that might be. Stephanie continues to do magic with her students and I often hear of students begging to be able to work with her. Doesn't surprise me. She is so dedicated. We're wrestling with what God will have us do long term. Every update we hear of schools being started in far and distant countries gets our hearts pounding. So much to think and pray about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank everyone for their continued prayer and support.We would not be able to be here without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-6450218363786509867?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/6450218363786509867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=6450218363786509867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6450218363786509867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6450218363786509867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/02/lot-going-on.html' title='A lot going on'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1252825088467950284</id><published>2009-02-16T07:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:27:19.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys' domain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SZl1oBlUerI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d8hK57LGTms/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SZl1oBlUerI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d8hK57LGTms/s400/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399366685653682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SZl1nz_6q8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/BWgGD394qV0/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SZl1nz_6q8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/BWgGD394qV0/s400/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399363039112130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say this is the scene I walked into when I entered my classroom on Thursday morning. The "sweet" notes you see above are from Luke's small group. You see, Luke has 6 guys over to our house every Wednesday evening while I, his loving wife, meets with my small group in a school classroom. Sometimes I even leave them goodies to munch on. After being locked out of the classroom I meet in 3 times, I asked Luke and his guys if we could swap locations ONE TIME so my group of girls could have a cozy experience for once. Apparently, the boys all claim that it was ALL Luke's idea. Surprise, surprise.  I'll keep you all updated as to what the pay back plan will be. It is my first item on the agenda with the girls this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1252825088467950284?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1252825088467950284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1252825088467950284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1252825088467950284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1252825088467950284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-domain.html' title='The boys&apos; domain'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SZl1oBlUerI/AAAAAAAAAEw/d8hK57LGTms/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-359091566428100570</id><published>2009-02-01T03:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:54:34.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JERSEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SYViNXZf9tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wfbbWH0BVTg/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SYViNXZf9tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wfbbWH0BVTg/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297748518430045906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and I drove a total of 8 hours on Saturday to pick up the newest addition to our family. Her name is Jersey (in tribute to the state we left behind) and she is a sweet tempered American Bulldog. She is 5 months old and we adopted her from a couple on one of the military bases. We are slowly getting her used to us and giving her lots of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-359091566428100570?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/359091566428100570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=359091566428100570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/359091566428100570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/359091566428100570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/02/luke-and-i-drove-total-of-8-hours-on.html' title='JERSEY'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SYViNXZf9tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wfbbWH0BVTg/s72-c/IMG_0628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-8504166585260050225</id><published>2009-01-26T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:47:58.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS!</title><content type='html'>As an atheist, I truly believe Africa needs God&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew Parris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/matthew_parris/article5400568.ece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything I've read in the past year that had drummed up as much emotion in my heart has this one article. Please take a few minutes to read this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-8504166585260050225?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/8504166585260050225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=8504166585260050225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8504166585260050225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8504166585260050225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-this.html' title='READ THIS!'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-2151013506793884982</id><published>2009-01-23T06:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:47:59.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August feels so long ago....</title><content type='html'>It feels strange to say this foreign land feels like home now. We have our daily routines and relationships with the staff, students and neighbors. When I wake up I still want to crawl back into bed, so the newness has definitely "worn off." Then it hits me, we've only been here for 6 months! In the grand scheme of things...that is a pretty short amount of time. I think it's safe to say that for almost anyone that starts a new job, when the second half of the year comes around things just seem to be a bit easier. I am feeling more inspired in my job and more inspired in my relationship with the students we're surrounded by. I think I've gained a new appreciation for how life ebbs and flows here. Luke and I started going to a study with a few other couples and one of the women defined the students we work with as "at risk students." By looking at the students we work with day in and day out, that description doesn't seem to fit. I've seen some kids who fit that description to a T back in the states. As I thought about it more I began to agree with her definition. The students at BFA are without their families, are in a culture completely unfamiliar to what they have grown up in, and they are surrounded by the allure of fitting into the "American culture." 65% of the students at BFA will end up going into some sort of ministry related career. To say these students are not a target for evil would be denying the spiritual battle that is going on in our midst. These thoughts have brought me to a place in the last few weeks where I am praying specifically for the students I connect with and trying to react slower to the allure of being busy all the time. Like Luke said, we continue to feed off the prayers of all of you supporting us as we are here. I see encouraging changes happening in these kids lives and THAT is what helps me get out of bed in the morning =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-2151013506793884982?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/2151013506793884982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=2151013506793884982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/2151013506793884982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/2151013506793884982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/01/august-feels-so-long-ago.html' title='August feels so long ago....'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1916783082434726471</id><published>2009-01-23T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:09:37.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Full Swing</title><content type='html'>Life is back to normal, whatever that means, now that school's back in session and has been for two weeks. Our schedule has returned to the way it was before with Geezer Ball (adult basketball) on Monday nights, Small Groups on Wednesday nights, and dorm subbing on Thursday nights. Once Friday roles around we're ready for a break. The good thing is we're glad to be back. We missed the kids. I missed my small group guys and it appears as they missed us also. I might be deluding myself a bit, but that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed getting back into Small Groups. The guys seems more invested this semester and they seem up for tackling some deeper stuff. I wouldn't have traded last semester for anything. I really liked the way it worked out and am thankful God took it in the direction he did. There was some discussion of deeper things, but it was largely a time to goof off and in the process become comfortable with me and each other. It appears to have worked and the guys are primed for something more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be reading a book together this semester. I made it clear that goofing off was always going to be an integral part of our group, but for a few minutes every Wednesday we're going to challenge each other and ask some harder questions. The book we're tackling in called "Blue Like Jazz" and I'm sure most have heard of it or read it. I going with it because its a little non-traditional. The book challenges the reader's perception of God. It encourages the reader to try and see God through their own eyes without the scaffolding erected by parents or teachers or pastors they've previously relied upon. To push us towards peronally identifying with nature of Jesus and his character. I believe this is a process all Christians must come to. Especially those who have grown up in Christianity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you keep my guys in your prayers. That God will lead our discussion and interactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreaciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1916783082434726471?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1916783082434726471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1916783082434726471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1916783082434726471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1916783082434726471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-full-swing.html' title='Back in Full Swing'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-5469067133258480643</id><published>2009-01-02T07:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:04:52.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas With the Family.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in the home of the Ingrams, the family of two Students Stephanie and I work with at Black Forest Academy, and its one of the first times I've sat still in, well, what seems like a long time. My family flew out yesterday. It was a great visit. All four of them were here for 9 days and it was pretty non-stop. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas in the little town of Kandern where we live. We drove around and showed them the school and dorms. It was fun for them to be able to see our lives up close. We then drove south in their big rented diesel van to Lake Geneva in Switzerland. It was absolutely one of the most beautiful places I've ever been. The Alps seem to jut up out of the lake and the view is nothing less then majestic. We relaxed, had good food, and just enjoyed each other. After two days there we made the move to Paris. A longer drive then expected, but worth it. We stayed in an apartment in a Paris suburb and took the train into the city in the morning. The city is a little overwhelming. The crowds were pretty nuts. We didn't get into everything we wanted to, but it was amazing just to be able to see all of these things you hear about. The atmosphere was amazing and the food was even better. Each night we ate in the Latin Quarter and had amazing meals each time. The conversation and laugher was intense, as might be expected from the Welbourn clan, but it all feel good and familiar. On the last day we drove to Frankfurt where they would fly out the next day and we would take a train south to where we are now and get ready for our next little adventure. I'll make sure to tell you all about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few New Year resolutions. One is to be more consistent with the BLOG. I really enjoying utilizing it, but finding the time has been tough. Not an excuse. It will be a priority in the new year. So please come back and read. We miss you all and hope you all have an amazing new year. Blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-5469067133258480643?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/5469067133258480643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=5469067133258480643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5469067133258480643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5469067133258480643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-with-family.html' title='Christmas With the Family.'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-148607108096343020</id><published>2008-12-05T03:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:54:29.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I wanted to get a quick one in here. This is an encouragement/thank you message to those who have been praying and supporting us as we've been over here. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Being removed from the US I get most of my news from my iGoogle page. If you don't have one I strongly recommend you look into it. Especially if you're in a position like ours and don't have regular access to news. It enables you to fill your own personal Google homepage with little boxes filled with the day's main headlines from all of your favorite news organizations. I have the headlines from CNN, NY Times, NPR, BBC, and a few others. It helps keep me up to date on news and also helps see through some of the spin most publications put on their stories. All this to say, I do my best to stay up to date with what's going on across the pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;During the past few weeks and months my iGoogle page has been dominated by news of the recession plaguing the US and now impacting the rest of the world. It’s been difficult to watch. What's even harder to process is many friends from our hometown in New Jersey are being directly impacted by this devastating financial crisis. Many of these guys work in New York City where all of the turbulence first started and where it has been most intense. I often get emails giving us a taste of the hardship being endured everyday. Going to work with the knowledge it’s going to be an uphill battle with no real end in sight is tremendously difficult. I can feel the weariness in their writing. Despite these difficult times I have never received an email from one of my Christian brothers complaining about the situation. I've only heard amazing examples of God's grace and his provision. It’s inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It would make sense these difficult times would directly impact our support base. In some cases it has. I'd be lying if it didn't make me nervous a little bit. Even with the strong dollar there has not been a lot of wiggle room in the monthly budget. A few issues with our car and some medical bills have only challenged our situation more. God has been faithful, however. We have not gone without anything in the four months we've been here and it is an amazing testament to his provision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We get monthly financial updates from our missions organizations. This week I opened ours for December with a little bit of anxiety and dread in my heart. It would not have surprised me to have seen a shortfall reflecting what's happening in the economy. What I saw amazed me. Those being most impacted are the ones who have stepped up. Those who are in positions where it would be reasonable if not understandable to take a step back are the ones who have increased their generosity. I couldn't believe it. We were reduced to tears as we looked at the computer screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, we haven't arrived. Our financial status isn't secure forever. God gave us a rest we needed. Like he often does, he understand our needs more then we do. He knows when we need to be lifted up and to more clearly see his provision. We still need to work and we still need to depend on him, but for this Christmas season God has blessed us with peace of mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;I guess the message here is the world does not determine whether we survive or not. It is God's sovereignty and provision in control. God used this update to not only show his provision for us but also to warm our hearts and show us the work he is doing in others. These are difficult times, but God's love is being felt in the midst of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I want to thank those who have helped us so much during this season of challenge. Both those from the East and those from the West. We're tired and ready for a break, but we feel your prayers and are energized by our commitment. Thank you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-LW &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-148607108096343020?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/148607108096343020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=148607108096343020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/148607108096343020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/148607108096343020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/12/powerful.html' title='Powerful'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-5113660783443738132</id><published>2008-11-12T02:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:13:23.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been busy. Last Tuesday our Post-Secondary/College Events took place. I was responsible for the bulk of the planning. The event encompassed the entire high school with each grade involved in a different session or activity. The project was rather daunting at first, but in the end I was satisfied in how things went. There is always room to learn and improve, especially the first time, but the feedback I received was largely positive. The daytime event was focused around students with an evening session for parents. I gave three presentations to 11th and 12th graders titled: Narrowing your Post-Secondary (College) search, What are Post-Secondary Institutions Looking For?, and Resume Building and Marketing Yourself. I enjoy giving presentations, especially to student audiences, so they were all a blast. I was exhausted after it was all said and done prompting me to call it a day a little earlier then usual. It was a good tired. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a few observations away from the day. The first, our students are truly extraordinary. All of them. Who they are makes them stand out. As someone who's job is based on trying to help them plan for the future it excites me to let my imagination wonder and think about all the amazing ways these students will impact this world. Even in the short term these students will bring excellent perspective to institutions they decide to join in America. Their presence will challenge their peers to impact this world as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second observation. To these students the concept of selling themselves or being an applicant is extremely foreign. This makes things challenging. I've gone over in my head why this is and why the concepts coming out of my mouth are met with so many confused expressions. I'm still not sure, but I have a few theories. Its possible the culture they've grown up in is very non-competitive. Perhaps these students have never been or needed to be an applicant before and convincing someone they're good enough has never been necessary. Being someone who's had a job since he was 15 it's hard to remember a time when I wasn't in some way trying to sell myself or a product of some sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some ways their ignorance in this area frustrates me. I'm standing here looking out over a sea of remarkable students with undeniable potential. Most speak several languages. Most have grown up in numerous cultures making them extremely adaptable (and marketable). Everything inside me is telling these students to set their sights for the sky, and a number of them are. Some don't seem to be overly concerned. I want to make sure they're aware of how competitive the college admissions game can be and how they need to prepare and become aggressive! So much is at stake! Or is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me admirers the attitude these students hold. The whole concept of selling oneself can be ugly. While it is unfortunately a necessary part of survival, its sad to think these students will need to start proving their worth. A process that will start now and continue for the rest of their lives. These students have been taught God accepts them as they are, but unfortunately the world will not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do find comfort in the fact that while these young students will soon be entering a more harsh and competitive world the God we serve is still sovereign. He provides for us regardless our ability to "sell ourselves" or in spite of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-5113660783443738132?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/5113660783443738132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=5113660783443738132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5113660783443738132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5113660783443738132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/11/past-few-weeks-have-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-1758440815835298273</id><published>2008-11-02T16:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:26:55.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SQ4ci6IxotI/AAAAAAAAACo/Har8KFPPkqM/s1600-h/PA300165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SQ4ci6IxotI/AAAAAAAAACo/Har8KFPPkqM/s400/PA300165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264176400489882322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We just got back last night at 11:30 from a long drive to Italy with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; boys volleyball team. We volunteered about a month ago when they needed two drivers to drive 9 boys to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aviano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Italy for their end of the year volleyball tournament. The drive without complications is about 8 hours. On the way there we saw our first snow of the season as we drove through the Alps. It was beautiful until it stopped us in a tunnel for about 45 minutes. We arrived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aviano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; searching for the Air Force Base in the dark. We got there Wednesday evening and were shown our sleeping quarters for the next 4 days... a high school classroom floor. One of the perks of the trip other than spending time with guys we didn't know, was that we were able to meet our good friends Tim and Rachel (and Blaine) in Venice for the day on Thursday. Before you think to yourself..."rough life as missionaries"...just keep remembering the classroom floor in sleeping bags with 9 boys. That should make you feel a little better:-) We had a fantastic day in Venice since it was the only sunny day out of all the days we were there. We spent all day Friday and Saturday watching volleyball and walking in the rain to various gyms on the base. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; guys won their second game on Friday but it wasn't enough to advance them to Saturday's finals. We had to stay overnight to the next day because one of the seniors was taking his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SAT's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Saturday morning. I had the enjoyment of watching two Italian teams- Roma and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aviano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; compete in the finals. It was intense! First of all, they looked like 30 year old men, not like high school boys. Secondly, the atmosphere was heightened because they all speak Italian and are very animated on the court which makes it entertaining to watch. Thirdly, volleyball is just more fun when you have names on the jerseys like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Roma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Divitario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Sage and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peppe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. We ended up having to load up the vans before the championship game was over so I still have no idea which Italian triumphed. At the end of the weekend as we were leaving to drive the 8 hours back home Luke and I were asking ourselves if the purpose of the the trip was really served. I mean, we did fill a need for extra drivers, but we didn't really get to know the guys that well on the trip. As we pulled into the last 30 minutes of our drive we stopped at McDonald's because everyone needed a little pick me up. After the guys loaded in the van they all the sudden started having conversation with us and asking us questions...etc. All we could do was laugh when we got home at fact that we had been with these guys for 96 hours and in the last 30 minutes they decide to open up and engage in some real conversation. So far most of my encounters with the guys here at this school have been like that...spend a ton of time and they might throw you a little nugget to hold on to for a while until your next opportunity for interaction:-) At the end of the day we had the opportunity to at least start to get to know 9 guys we hadn't had contact with before and that made it all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-1758440815835298273?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/1758440815835298273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=1758440815835298273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1758440815835298273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/1758440815835298273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/11/italia.html' title='Italia'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SQ4ci6IxotI/AAAAAAAAACo/Har8KFPPkqM/s72-c/PA300165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7323736661525244691</id><published>2008-10-14T03:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:43:21.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into God's Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Luke and I joke a lot about how often we look at each other and say "I can't believe we are here!", but it rings just as true today as it did the first time we said it arriving 2 months ago.  I am finding everyday when I go to work that I feel I am doing what God created me to do for this span of time. Our day to day here in Germany does not come without challenges, but I feel freedom in using the gifts God has given me to serve here at BFA.  As many of yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u know I did not know what to expect from my job title as Resource Room Teacher. When I got here I was given a few names of students who either have a learning disability or have taken years of schooling in another language and are in ESL.  I was also given a list of students who received D's or F's last year in order to keep track of how they are progressing this year. At first I started out with 2 high school students and 2 middle school students. As a couple weeks in the school year went by, I would get emails from teachers or from parents asking if I could meet with their student. I am now meeting with 8 high school students and 2 middle school students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of the kids I work with it is as simple as answering a few questions on their homework. For others it means meeting with their teachers every week to find out what they are teaching so I can read ahead in 6 different subjects. I had to review long division with decimals which took me longer to get then the 7th grader I was helping!  I am starting to see patterns now with each student to unlock strengths and weaknesses within their education. It is exciting to find new ways to help them comprehend what they are learning. Most of all I love being able to be a part of their life for 50 minutes everyday. I get to be a challenger, an encourager and a listening ear when they are frustrated. The thrilling part is that even though these kids may be struggling academically, I am able to get a glimpse into the kind of leaders I know they all can be. I know that most of them get sick from time to time of my optimism and encouragement, because we all have bad days, but as long as they don't give up I know they will be fine. When I meet with them I really do see their potential and their futures in front of them. I know the daily grind of what I do would frustrate most people, but I have never felt so at home. I love what I do! I have had so many people in my life modeling unconditional love for me that it feels natural to be able to extend that love and grace to other people. I think in general that is what I am called to do as a Christian- to show love when people's actions don't warrant it. There have been times in my life that people could have given up on me in the midst of frustration, so it is exciting to work with kids you see being at those crossroads of life and being able to be the voice of constant love. It's my hope and prayer that in being that voice it points them back to God where they will find true unconditional love and acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7323736661525244691?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7323736661525244691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7323736661525244691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7323736661525244691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7323736661525244691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling-into-gods-design.html' title='Falling Into God&apos;s Design'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-8313629738374908244</id><published>2008-09-29T08:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:10:58.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HBR DORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Stephanie and I sub at one of the dormitories on Thursday nights. Its the dorm parent’s night off so we go over and help out the RAs and spend time with the guys. There are about 25-30 male high school students at Haus Bad Reidlinger (HBR) and it contains every bit as much action as you might think a house with 25 high school guys living it might have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It originally had been a huge question mark. We were already doing a lot. Steph was coaching volleyball. We were both doing small groups on wednesday nights. Just living life was a challenge in this new and foreign place. We were determined not to commit unless we planned on showing up and being consistent. These kids depend on consistency and being the couple that shows up on random thursday nights doesn’t do much for the students or dorm staff. In the end we felt it would be a valuable time to connect with students. Neither Steph or Myself hold typical teaching positions and therefore don’t come into contact with students on a regular, period by period, basis. This would allow us to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The thing I noticed the most the first night I was the noise. It was intense. Everything echoed off the walls and it seemed like utter chaos. I looked around at some of the other RAs who were just sitting there as if it was any other night. Apparently it was. Being honest now, I thought to myself how glad I was it was only going to be Thursdays. Last thursday I realized I was making more noise then most of the guys. There really isn’t anything quite like banging on the kitchen table for no particular reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;After dinner I go out and play basketball with the guys for about an hour or so. Its a lot of fun and has become a bit of a tradition. Although, Stephanie still rolls her eyes at me when I come in drenched in sweat. “You don’t have to go all out” is a phrase I’ve heard..... nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Then comes study hours at 8:00. Two hours of them. I usually hole myself up with a student in a study room. We work on geometry or chemistry..... that’s right.... I help kids with geometry and chemistry. Recently, I’ve been reading American Literature short stories with on of the 11th graders. Its been a win/win because there hasn’t been a story I remember reading in high school yet so I figure picking it up the second time around is as good as the first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;We usually try to get out of there around 10:00 but rarely end up leaving before 10:30 or 10:45. I usually get caught up playing a game of college ball (remind me to teach you) or making some cinnamon toast with the guys. I have learned, by the way, there is never a bad time for toast with cinnamon sugar on it.... seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Dorm night Thursdays has become one of our favorite nights. We hope the students and dorm staff benefit from our presence there. I hope the students I help study do a bit better on there geometry or chemistry exams. I’m sure the guys gain little from my over competitive basketball sessions. God has blessed us amazingly from our time spent at the dorm. He knew our love for these guys would grow through our opportunity to see them in their element. It has encouraged us in our everyday routines at school and enabled us to approach our interactions with more empathy and confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;-LW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-8313629738374908244?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/8313629738374908244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=8313629738374908244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8313629738374908244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8313629738374908244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/09/hbr-dorm.html' title='HBR DORM'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7387491470442353161</id><published>2008-09-11T03:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:22:30.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After School</title><content type='html'>Up until this point our days have been largely focused on the job. From about 8:30 in the morning to about 4:30 or so we're working with students, planning college fairs, sending high school transcripts, checking graduation requirements, and a whole lot more. Its our jobs, and thus far we're really enjoying them. From 3:50 to 6:00 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; moves from the role of teacher to the role of volleyball coach. She really enjoys this. In the midst of all the transition there have been moments of questioning the decision to take on so much so early, but in the end, we think it was the right move to make. While she is at volleyball practice I usually run a few errands and get dinner started having just enough time to swing back by the school to pick her up. A few days she's ridden the late van back to one of our neighboring dormitories, which has saved us time and more importantly.... $9 per gallon gas. Our days have been busy and at the end of them we've been tired. We've enjoyed sitting on the couch for an hour or so, watching an Office or Monk episode and hitting the sack. Overall, a more then satisfying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say that Small Groups started up last night and both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Myself decided to lead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; is co-leading because of her commitment to volleyball, but I get a group all to my self. I can't really speak for Stephanie although I know she had a good time. My group was really fun. They're a crazy group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sophomores&lt;/span&gt;. Typical of what you might expect at any high school except these all come from a different country and most speak more then one language. One of the first things I noticed is they all have big hearts. The second thing I noticed was there was no way any of them are going to be able to sit still for an hour and a half. I'm going to need to get creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't know what to expect last night. I had a lot of different emotions running through my body. I was excited but also anxious. I didn't feel really equipped to handle it but was faithful God was in control. I just didn't now what the dynamic would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them all 5 or 6 questions which I feel they answered honestly. The last three where. Give me one thing you like about BFA (Black Forest Academy), give me one thing you don't like, and why are you in a small group. The answers didn't vary all that much. All of them said the thing they liked the most about BFA was the "people or their friends." The things they didn't like about BFA was either "the food," "the rules," or the "repetitive nature of they're routines." All of them said they were in a small group to "get out of the dorms and hang out." None of their answers surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an MK (missionary kid) is tough. I was a PK (pastor's kid) and that wasn't easy either. There is pressure to know the right answer. Pressure to present yourself a certain way. Its not all bad. If fact, in a lot of ways these students are leading extraordinary lives. However, there comes a point, and I remember these times pretty vividly in my walk as a PK, that you just want to stop giving the "right" answer. I remember a lot of time I just didn't want to give an answer at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't think there will be any right or wrong answers in my group. At least not for the time being. I'll be praying that God will allow these guys to see the miraculous changes God has made in my life and how serving him more fully everyday is the most important thing in the world to me. But they might not be in a place to see that for awhile and that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them decide what we could do for next week's small group. They decided they wanted to try the gallon of milk challenge. Basically, the goal is to drink a gallon of milk in an hour. If you haven't tried it and you feel the urge don't waste your time. Its impossible. Your body can't digest that much milk in an hour. It always ends in projectile milk. This is going to be interesting....... I did say I needed to be creative.... right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE: By the way. For those of you concerned. We never attempted the milk challenge. Heard too many horror stories. If they're going to do it.... its gonna be on their own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7387491470442353161?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7387491470442353161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7387491470442353161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7387491470442353161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7387491470442353161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-school.html' title='After School'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-5010137934886651469</id><published>2008-09-03T05:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:39:20.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w301.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w301.photobucket.com/albums/nn42/streedal/New Home/1b8ac4cc.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s301.photobucket.com/albums/nn42/streedal/New%20Home/?action=view&amp;current=1b8ac4cc.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-5010137934886651469?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/5010137934886651469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=5010137934886651469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5010137934886651469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5010137934886651469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-new-home.html' title='Our New Home'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-6436262315710121401</id><published>2008-08-27T11:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:04:17.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Settled</title><content type='html'>This is our first post from Germany. Its been almost a week and so we need to apologize for the delay! It hasn't been intentional. We're still in the midst of getting things set up, which includes our internet access, and have not really had the opportunity. We promise this will be the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe its been almost a week since we landed on the ground in Basel, Switzerland. Our host was at the airport and was a welcoming sight after the long plane ride. Save the fact one of our bags got lost in the stop over in Munich it was a pretty smooth journey. The good-bye, on the other hand, in Newark was a bit tougher. It was a bitter sweet experience. It  made me realize  in a new way how much I really love my family, and even more, how much they truly love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been packed. We really haven't had time to stop and are looking forward to the upcoming weekend where we'll be able to catch up on some much needed sleep. The jet lag hasn't been too bad. In fact, being sore from a night of basketball was more of hindrance to my sleep pattern then the time change was. I know, that doesn't say much for how in shape I am. The fact they title Monday night basketball as "Geezer Ball" doesn't say much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I can't even remember all we've had to do. Its all included registering at the townhall, starting our visa process, 3 trips to IKEA and one planned for the near future, shopping for a car, buying a car, getting insurance for that car, getting that car registered, shopping for for furniture, moving furniture (up three flights of stairs), starting our jobs, registering for utilities, and 50 other things I'm forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few frustrations and delays. We're learning and doing almost everything from scratch. There is an obvious language barrier. This time has absolutely been a lesson in flexibility and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of it all one constant has emerged. Rarely a day goes by Stephanie and I don't look at one another and communicate how blessed we feel to be here. Its pretty much intangible at the moment. We don't have any hard evidence, but we feel joy in being here and that excites us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people and our host family in particular have been unbelievable. Almost not human. Their patience with us and sacrifice of time and resources is a testament to the work God has done through them and in them. There is so much we will be able to learn here about how God wanted us to act as a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area is absolutely beautiful and while Steph and Myself haven't been able to get out and explore too much. We look forward to, once we're able to take possession of our car, get out and familarize ourselves with this new place. It seems like every five miles there is another town pulled right out of a story book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank everyone for they're prayers. Please continue to lift us up. Pray for our time with God as that has been a challenge with everything we have on our plates. Also, please pray for our transition in our jobs. Its new and exciting, but is going to take some time to learn. Please pray for our patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy hearing from you so please don't hesitate to email us with updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-6436262315710121401?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/6436262315710121401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=6436262315710121401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6436262315710121401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/6436262315710121401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-settled.html' title='Getting Settled'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-4322328880737868824</id><published>2008-08-17T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:41:27.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We planned...God laughed.</title><content type='html'>The day finally came where we received word that we could buy our tickets to Germany! Since we anticipated leaving August 10th, this past week has been one in a waiting room. As the week began we were doing everything we could think of to get ourselves more prepared and to call everyone we hadn't touched base with. As the days passed and we were still kept waiting, it began to be apparent that God had more in mind for this time than we bargained for. I must say that Luke caught on much more quickly to what the Lord was teaching him during this time, but it was more of a struggle for me to catch on to this 'divine plan.' A wise and wonderfully joyful person said to me at church today, "We can either be flexible for the Lord or he'll break us," and I chose the route to be broken. Hopefully next time I'll smarten up:-) Without going into tremendous detail I just wanted to convey that this extra time we've had in New Jersey has been one full of blessings, surprises and growth. I'm blown away everyday by what this journey has brought into our lives and I continue to learn from all those around me. Thank you for your prayers during this time, I can feel His protection and guidance on us. We will be leaving Tuesday night and will have limited internet until we get our apartment hooked up which could take a couple weeks. We promise to update everyone as soon as this happens! In the meantime, please be praying for our flight over and our transition into the school and culture. (i.e. getting settled into our apartment, getting updated from orientation, finding a car and getting insurance, getting settled into our jobs quickly because students come August 24th!).&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-4322328880737868824?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/4322328880737868824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=4322328880737868824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4322328880737868824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4322328880737868824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-plannedgod-laughed.html' title='We planned...God laughed.'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-5898293754116960996</id><published>2008-08-11T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:41:55.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation and Guatemala</title><content type='html'>We got back from vacation a few days ago. It was good. Good times with Family and an opportunity to rest our minds for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're getting back into the swing of things and starting to see what's left to be done before we leave. We're eager to get over there so we can have some time to adjust and prepare before the students arrive on September 1st. Ideally, we'll be able to purchase our tickets this upcoming weekend or early next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was our original departure date. Financially, things are still coming along. God continues to show his faithfulness. We're not quite at the 80% benchmark needed to purchase the tickets but getting dangerously close. We're considering adjusting our budget temporarily and going without a car for a time to ensure we're able to get over there before the kids do on September 1st. With most of our fellow missionaries already at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt; there is a sense of urgency in the air, but we do feel at peace with where we're at and trust in God's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate but related note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was dubbed, "Guatemala Sunday" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mendham&lt;/span&gt; Hill Community Church. Its the Sunday after all of the church members get home from our church's annual missions trip to the Guatemala City dump, where literally tens of thousands of people live their lives among the garbage. Every year this Sunday is especially powerful and this one was no different. Walking into the service there was some insecurity around the fact that we'd already said good-bye to number of people we were about to see again in just few moments. We hadn't hit our original goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guatemala Sunday is made up mostly of interviews with a short message at the end summing up the experience. The interviews were emotion filled and left a powerful impression on everyone in attendance. In the end our executive pastor John approached the experience from a different angle then I was expecting. You see, one thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mendham&lt;/span&gt; Hills Community Church brings to the situation in Guatemala is money. We've become a big financial supporter of the ministry down there. Each year the number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MHCC&lt;/span&gt; members that go to Guatemala grows, this year being 64. Its a powerful statement and an impressive figure. Lots of homes are built, doctors provide medical care, and sports camps are run complete with uniforms and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has been going to Guatemala for a number of years now. He sees the difference we're making with our dollars and will admit its impressive in some ways and a blessing to the people who live in some of the direst conditions on the face of the earth. However, his message wasn't about counting new homes, the number of lunches given out, or new children sponsored. It was about the true reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MHCC&lt;/span&gt; continues to go down every year. With all of the money in the world our church wouldn't be able to fix the existences of everyone in that dump. We wouldn't be able to take the pain of life away. We might be able to make people less hungry or prolong life through better living conditions and better health care. This would not however make these people's lives filled with more joy or purpose. John's purpose in the dump has changed. He goes now because of the potential eternal impact his actions and those going with him might have on these people. Many of the men, women, children, and babies will die before their time in this place most people would say God has forsaken. However, there is a small ministry down there working with a relatively small church who has decided to make building the Kingdom of God on top of garbage a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service yesterday left me feeling connected. My process now is related to every single one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sun burnt&lt;/span&gt; faced people who came back from Guatemala. The connection is not complex. In the end we're all charged with Building the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;. Whether its doing it brick by brick in a dump in Guatemala City or doing it through the lives of missionary kids in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kandern&lt;/span&gt;, Germany. We desperately want to be part of this organism that is proclaiming the love of Jesus to those who don't know him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-5898293754116960996?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/5898293754116960996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=5898293754116960996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5898293754116960996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/5898293754116960996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-and-guatemala.html' title='Vacation and Guatemala'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7979786063216868081</id><published>2008-07-23T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:42:31.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just an Adventure</title><content type='html'>My resignation was made public at work on Monday. Since then my cube has been flooded with visitors inquiring about this crazy story they keep hearing about myself, Germany, Christian boarding school, no salary, and raising support. Most of my conversations tend to go in a similar direction. The individual I'm speaking to says one of two or three things. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;now's&lt;/span&gt; the time to do it! You're young, no kids yet, no house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Now's&lt;/span&gt; the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could go back and do something like that I'd do it in a heartbeat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sounds like an incredible adventure. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of these responses make a lot of sense, right? In fact, I start gearing myself up based on these conversations. I'm excited for the adventure this is going to be. I'm excited for the experiences I'm going to have. I like the way people are impressed with my ability to see through the rat race and pursue an opportunity that would be more fulfilling. I feel more and more confident because people around me are affirming my decision. After these conversations end however I've noticed a reoccurring feeling. Its the feeling of being overwhelmed. After people leave, I return to the real challenges of what we're trying to do. I return to the logistical challenges we're facing. I return to goodbyes that will inevitably take place and the funds that still need to come in. I look at this and I'm overwhelmed. Its strange and the reason I'm writing this right now is because feeling overwhelmed hasn't been a huge issue for us thus far. I mean, we've had waves of it come and go, but it hasn't had a significant impact on our attitudes. Why is it now all of a sudden in the midst of what appears to be enthusiasm and support? After thinking about it I've come to, what I feel to be, a reasonable conclusion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, what Stephanie and I are doing is a tremendous adventure. Yes, now is a great time in life to take this on and we feel fortunate God has chosen this moment to call us. Yes, we're absolutely looking forward to the experiences we'll have and the places we'll see. Hardly a day goes by when we don't talk about these things. However, I realized in the midst of all these positive conversations I'm having with co-workers that I tend to offer a very vanilla, politically correct explanation for why we're going on this journey. I get into the process. I discuss the faith based aspect of what we're doing. I discuss the fund raising aspect. People know I'm a Christian (at least most do) and see it's correlation with what we're about to do. The thing is, I rarely get into the meat and potatoes why this is the life we're choosing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're making this move because God has called us to make it and we must be obedient to his call. We're doing this because we're deciding an existence in his will is far better then any we've ever known or ever would know. We're allowing the spirit to drive our decisions, in a way trading our freedom for the only true freedom. With this obedience has come faith. With it has come peace. Its allowed us to walk though the challenges and be strengthened. Its allowed us to handle this concept of the unknown with more grace then I, myself, am capable of. It's coming to the simple, but radical conclusion that what God has for us is better and finally taking the appropriate physical steps to acknowledge that fact with our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every interaction I allow to motivate me, which does not take into consideration the facts stated above is built on a premise of instability. Its a premise that states, "this ""adventure" is about me." This "adventure" is about my sacrifice and my justified priorities. In reality, this "adventure" would chew me up and spit me out if it were not for the wonderful beautiful grace of God. It's a humbling point to come to, but a necessary reality to face. This "adventure" isn't about me or my sacrifice. Its not about celebrating my step of faith. Not about me at all. God didn't slap me on the back when I told him I would him. He offered me a life line. He said follow me if you want to be free. Trace my footsteps if you want to live a life more abundantly. He gave me my life back. The only life worth living. He called and I answered. That's it. Its expected. It is the authority of an all might, all powerful, all consuming God. The options are few and the direction is clear.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7979786063216868081?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7979786063216868081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7979786063216868081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7979786063216868081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7979786063216868081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-just-adventure.html' title='Not Just an Adventure'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-3846415847164214137</id><published>2008-07-17T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:22:42.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Notice</title><content type='html'>Just put in my two weeks notice at my job. Literally, 9 minutes ago. As one might imagine, having a tough time focusing. Its amazing how a step like that changes things. Right? Topics tend to surface that weren't there 10 minutes before the conversation. They scroll across your brain like a news ticker at the bottom of the TV giving updates on the hurricane ravaging the eastern seaboard. The, "what the heck did I just do?" came and went. "You're only at 30% support raised, idiot!" was another highlight. The problem with the news ticker is it works on a loop so the words are destined to come back for a second round and then a third and so on and so forth. One thing to mention, just like the news ticker, there always comes a snippet of good news, "the coast guard rescues family of five off roof trapped by flood waters." For me that came in form of a tremendous burden being lifted off my shoulders. The pending conversation with my manager was weighing on me like like an anvil. In your mind you picture it like the perfect storm. In reality you realize the other person is also human and understands our desires to find our calling. Even if the faith aspect isn't there. The basic human desire to find purpose is shared by everyone. I'm sure the news ticker will continue to roll on for awhile. Eventually tapering off as I allow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; of fears and emotions to be covered by God's reassuring faithfulness. Even in the midst of all of this I feel a calm presence. The facts of the story haven't changed. I've been called by God to take this step. My humanly faith will waiver based on my emotions and circumstances, but God's calling to obedience will not. Through obedience I'll finally place myself in a position where I'm capable of believing. Placing myself in a place where God will ignite the faith I've allowed to live dormant in my heart for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-3846415847164214137?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/3846415847164214137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=3846415847164214137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3846415847164214137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3846415847164214137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-weeks-notice.html' title='Two Weeks Notice'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-7220636346902184907</id><published>2008-07-16T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:02:59.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have grown to love the New Balance commercial that depicts the love/hate relationship between a runner and their run. I know there are a million youth leader sports scenarios of how sports and races relate to our faith, but as I was running yesterday I was overcome with all the symbolism as it relates to my current journey. About two weeks ago Luke and I started to attempt the long road back to getting in shape. We turned in our gym membership for the fresh outdoor air and I had many disillusions as to trail running and the open road. Luke leads our runs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; to set a pace for the both of us, I know it's a tough job but I am incredibly less disciplined than he is, so better him than me. The problem is that he has long legs that act like eagles wings and I feel like he glides along while I run double the amount of steps to keep up! As we were getting into this routine I was able to start thinking about other things rather than just not passing out. Yesterday we started out the same as always and I noticed a few things that have been paralleling my faith throughout this process to the mission field:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. When I run I have a tendency to think all the way to the end point where I know I get to stop running and start walking. I even get so worked up about the length of the run sometimes that I don't want to start in the first place! I do this daily when thinking about getting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt;. I tend to look to the end and wonder how in the world we are actually going to get there instead of looking straight in front of me to the steps ahead. Like running, when I focus on either Luke's back or my actual steps I forget about the end of the trail and start focusing on each step counting towards getting me to the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I have to focus on breathing evenly every inhale and exhale. The other day we were on a trail in the woods and I had been breathing steadily the whole run, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; out of nowhere a HUGE black bug flew into me from the trees. It deterred my steady breathing and it took me 5x as long to catch up with Luke again because of it. The thing I noticed with this is that this is exactly how I have been feeling with my faith towards God getting us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt;. Most days I have steady faith that He will provide and conquer all the obstacles, but then a critical word is spoken or our financial update isn't as much as I wanted and my faith in God's ultimate victory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plummets&lt;/span&gt;. It takes me longer to recover than it does to remain steady in His promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These little running lessons have spoken to me about the importance of my faith remaining consistent throughout the next few weeks before arriving in Germany. I know myself and I get bogged down with details and big picture hows and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whys&lt;/span&gt;. It makes it all the more important for me to remain rooted in God's Word and His promises to finish what He has begun. We have been so blessed by our group times and our individual times spent on the phone with many of you. We couldn't walk this path without the faith and prayers of all of you along the way. Just like I couldn't run without Luke guiding and setting the pace:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this is a little more silly than my normal posts, but it's just a good reminder to me that we NEED all of you! Please keep us in your prayers as the days get smaller for our departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In His Grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-7220636346902184907?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/7220636346902184907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=7220636346902184907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7220636346902184907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/7220636346902184907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-hate-relationship.html' title='Love and Hate Relationship'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-3181676165844711941</id><published>2008-07-11T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:54:40.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all of you who have been following this journey you know that I have not been 100% sure of what my job will be once we get to Black Forest Academy. Today, I was officially offered the position of Resource Room Teacher! I had a informative and encouraging phone conversation with the current head of the Special Service Department at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt;. From the job description she gave me the role will be extremely challenging for me but I think it will also partner with some strengths I have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt; is excellent academically and has a reputation for challenging their students. I will be working with students on the other end of the spectrum who need some extra attention and encouragement to pinpoint their strengths and weaknesses in the learning process. Part of my job will be to partner with parents, teachers and other staff to refer the students who could benefit from this resource. The other piece will be assessing the students learning styles and working with them to develop study skills, test taking skills, memory strategies...etc. My favorite part is that I get to work with students one on one and to pray for them while encouraging them throughout the school year! In all honesty the position was very intimidating to me at first and then I remembered that this is not about me, but about Christ working through me. I know I will need to immerse myself in the capable team already in place and have a teachable spirit. If you have any words of wisdom or resources to pass my way- I can use everything I can get!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In His Grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-3181676165844711941?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/3181676165844711941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=3181676165844711941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3181676165844711941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3181676165844711941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-forward-to-growth.html' title='Looking Forward to Growth'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-4591915617365761289</id><published>2008-06-30T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:33:25.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ at the Welbourns</title><content type='html'>We had our first "evening event" this past Saturday at my Parents house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mendham&lt;/span&gt;. Pulled pork BBQ brought directly from North Carolina by my grandparents. Doesn't get much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hours leading to the event my stomach was in knots. I was excited for the group of people joining us that evening. We had a great mix. Some family, some long time friends, one of my mentors was there. I knew people would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; our message.... at least..... politely. I was fairly sure we wouldn't be facing any hecklers that evening. Even with this confidence in the people I knew the moment would come when we would need to ask. Ask people to partner in our ministry. Partner financially and, equally important, through prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the presentation went well. We had an amazing video, prepared by one of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFA&lt;/span&gt; partners, that did an amazing job illustrating the ministry in a way we couldn't. My wife told the group about the road we've taken leading up to that night and challenges and blessings we've experienced. She did a wonderful job. I was actually surprised at how well I did. At one point during the conversation I noticed my hand shaking a little bit, but for the most part, I was able to share our vision, passion, and conviction we feel for the calling God has laid on our lives. Plus, the food was great and that never hurts the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end numerous blessings came that night. The most tangible, a significant financial contribution, completely blew Stephanie and myself away and further demonstrated the powerful ways in which God works. The more subtle blessings were personal heart felt responses to our presentation. These responses in a way further &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commissioned&lt;/span&gt; us to pursue our goal.They eased our hearts and minds with the knowledge people stand firmly behind us in God's calling. After it was all said and done I sat in my parent's living room completely exhausted. At the same time my heart was light. God demonstrated power through his provision and grace through people's words. It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-4591915617365761289?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/4591915617365761289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=4591915617365761289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4591915617365761289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4591915617365761289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbq-at-welbourns.html' title='BBQ at the Welbourns'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-9152839423465380162</id><published>2008-06-27T11:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:35:45.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus &amp; the wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was a day of testing and prayer for me. In the morning on the train I was reading my Bible and I am in Exodus and Matthew. The mornings particular reading didn't strike me as anything too applicable, but it was good to take to heart either way. In the afternoon Luke and I got our first support summary from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Janz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Team letting us know what percentage we are at in our fund raising. I need to be completely honest, I was expecting and praying for it to be at 20% or higher. Even though we just started asking people to partner with us, I just had this expectation that God was going to bless the letters we've sent out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt; our efforts to reach the hearts of all of you who might find a connection to this ministry we are embarking on. Another honest moment: I am EXHAUSTED! We have been running non stop going to our regular jobs during the day, seeking God in the morning and praying over every aspect of this journey, coming home at night to work on support letters or dessert nights, calling friends and family to stay in touch...etc. A part of me felt that surely God would bless all these 'efforts' and bring fruit. Well, we got our email update and we have $500 covered towards our start up costs (praise God for that!), but we are still at 0%. My heart sank and I have to admit that I went into doubting mode with God. I got on my train home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out my journal to just confess to the Lord all these doubts that were running through my head, and plead with Him to show me what more we need to be doing. As I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; all these thoughts to God, the stories I read in Exodus came to my mind and I opened my Bible to read them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When Pharaoh finally let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; people go, God did not lead them along the main road that runs through Philistine territory, even though that was the shortest route to the Promised Land. God said, "If the people are faced with a battle, they might change their minds and return to Egypt." So God led them in a round about way through the wilderness toward the Red Sea. Thus the Israelites left Egypt like an army ready for battle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later on in the next chapter the Lord says, "I have planned this in order to display my glory through Pharaoh and his whole army. After this the Egyptians will know that I am Lord!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God spoke to me in that moment through his word about what He may be trying to do in our own lives through this fund raising experience. God performed miracle after miracle to get the Israelites freed from Egypt and to display to the Israelites &amp;amp; Egypt that He is Lord. Even after all those miracles, He still took the Israelites the round about way through the wilderness because He knew that if they saw harm coming their way they would turn back to Egypt. I feel like this parallels with what God is doing in my own heart through this journey He is taking us on. He has displayed his sovereignty and His miracles to us throughout this process. He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; people to encourage us along the way when we needed it. If He had just given us the 20% or the 50% right away it would have been like Him taking us the "direct route through the Philistine territory". Yet instead, we are being taken on a wilderness detour which causes us to wait for more miracles to get us to the Promise Land. When we do get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I believe that this time of faith and waiting for those miracles will plant in us a firm belief in our calling to be there when things get tough. If we had all our money provided for us in the blink of an eye we wouldn't get the opportunity to look back and say "see I know we are here because of what the Lord has done for us and NOT because of our own 'efforts', but because of His grace and mercy." So today, as I woke up I was renewed with a sense of expectancy to see the miracles of providence that I know are around the corner. I pray that this time will produce in me/us strength for the road ahead, character to become more like Jesus, and faith to trust our every steps to Him who has called us and WILL be faithful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In His Grace- Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-9152839423465380162?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/9152839423465380162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=9152839423465380162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/9152839423465380162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/9152839423465380162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/exodus-wilderness.html' title='Exodus &amp; the wilderness'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-4552982436349250573</id><published>2008-06-21T09:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:55:36.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janz Team Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w301.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w301.photobucket.com/albums/nn42/streedal/Janz Team/1fe78ee1.pbw" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s301.photobucket.com/albums/nn42/streedal/Janz%20Team/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1fe78ee1.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-4552982436349250573?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/4552982436349250573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=4552982436349250573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4552982436349250573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/4552982436349250573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/janz-team-orientation_30.html' title='Janz Team Orientation'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-3534049941523811854</id><published>2008-06-20T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:40:39.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday in Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week we've been in Winnipeg, Canada for Black Forest Academy orientation. Today was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as birthdays go. This one wasn't one of the more eventful ones. My wife woke me up with a kiss and a very enthusiastic, "Happy Birthday." Everyone at orientation sang me happy birthday and got me a cake. My mom and sister sent me a happy birthday email. A bit low key in comparison to some of my past celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I didn't really know what to expect coming up here. I'd never spent a week with a group of soon to be missionaries. I was a little concerned regarding where Stephanie and I would fall in the mix. I had a feeling there would be diversity of backgrounds. The group spans the all of North America. We have people from Orange County, Texas, Nashville, Boston, Virginia, The Bay Area, Ohio, Toronto, and Alberta. I couldn't have put together a more hodgepodge group if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been discussing cultural differences, christian education, missionary family dynamics, the history of Janz Teams (our mission organization) and much more. Our evenings have been filled with hearing each others testimonies on how we came to know the Lord and what were the events that brought us to this place. The stories have been amazing and inspiring. I would never had guessed the road some people have traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've built relationships with new people. People different then us. I've felt ashamed as some of my snap judgements were demolished in the face of the bravery of some of these people as they've sought to follow God's will and the obstacles they've had to overcome. I've been inspired by the raw faith that sustains many of these people. Faith which dwarfs my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts I received today were real examples of walking faith. I've seen yearning desires to follow God. I've heard true stories of God's unending mercy. I've discussed different and exciting ways of worshipping our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knew that for my birthday I needed to see confirmation. Confirmation that he was in this. That people's lives were going to be impacted by all of this. The kingdom was going to impacted. That the sacrifice was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-3534049941523811854?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/3534049941523811854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=3534049941523811854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3534049941523811854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/3534049941523811854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-in-winnipeg.html' title='Birthday in Winnipeg'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-8807359908608726050</id><published>2008-06-12T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:57:30.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXNZOorI/AAAAAAAAABk/-fbvGyGlLKE/s1600-h/Boxes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211046698134971058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXNZOorI/AAAAAAAAABk/-fbvGyGlLKE/s320/Boxes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What our apartment looks like right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXjRDVqI/AAAAAAAAABs/MdEUEUvwqxA/s1600-h/Piles+of+books.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211046704006256290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXjRDVqI/AAAAAAAAABs/MdEUEUvwqxA/s320/Piles+of+books.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Piles of books we're selling on Amazon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXxNxN3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sYrl66mDhms/s1600-h/BFA+acceptance+letter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211046707750582130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXxNxN3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/sYrl66mDhms/s320/BFA+acceptance+letter.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Black Forest Academy acceptance letter- we're official!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-8807359908608726050?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/8807359908608726050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=8807359908608726050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8807359908608726050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/8807359908608726050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-our-apartment-looks-like-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SFFbXNZOorI/AAAAAAAAABk/-fbvGyGlLKE/s72-c/Boxes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-2648970051915620818</id><published>2008-06-09T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:58:53.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SE7gdNKyQfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6-cIEFYx3sQ/s1600-h/Living+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SE3sSp80ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJ0Hup_DyeA/s1600-h/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210080149180277778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SE3sSp80ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJ0Hup_DyeA/s200/IMG_0205.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I honestly don't even know where to start! I wanted to give everyone a timeline of all the events so that you can feel like you've been with us from the beginning. So here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We moved to New Jersey a year ago after getting married and I left everyone and everything I had known for the past 24 years. I started working in Manhattan at Deutsche Bank and Luke continued working for Fireman's Fund Insurance in New Jersey. This past year has been a year of learning, of growing into ourselves and into our marriage, learning to integrated into a new community, finding new friends &amp;amp; fellowship and really taking a break from any kind of formal ministry. We just wanted to be able to spend time with each other and build a solid foundation. It has been wonderful! I am a multitasker by nature. I love to be doing a million things all at once, so taking a break from doing anything "extra" was a bit foreign to me but it was definitely the Lord's plan for that chapter of my life. I would get home later at night after commuting on the train and we would head to the gym and then stop at Whole Foods to pick up what we were cooking for dinner. Then Luke (my wonderful and amazing husband who likes to cook!), would tell me to relax while he cooked dinner. Rough life huh? As the winter neared both Luke and I were feeling a nudge to start praying that God would allow our hearts to stay open to what His plan is for our lives. As we continued to walk forward we entertained and prayed through many opportunities like business school, moving overseas with our current jobs, seminary...etc. In the end we didn't feel peace about anything that was coming across our paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of March Luke's parents told us that some friends were staying with them from Africa, and of course that meant free homemade meals and fun fellowship so we joined in on a lot of dinners and chatting over good food. Throughout the week we talked more in depth with Evan and Jewel about their ministry in Dakar, Senegal. They have been working for over 2 decades in the Christian international boarding school setting. They started as dorm parents and their roles have evolved into chaplaincy and overseeing the dorm parent minnistry. I still remember the 2nd or 3rd night we had dinner with them and then spent the night over at Luke's parents house. Both of us couldn't sleep because we felt this intense nudging and excitment in our hearts. We ended up talking about it late that night and even though it was completely irrational for us to even think about something like this, we started that night to pray. On Sunday Jewel gave a sermon at our church about her testimony and experience of God's power over her life. The verse that was central in her sermon was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Samuel 24:24 " But the king replied to Araunah, "No I insist on buying it, for I wil not present burnt offerings to the Lord my God that have cost me nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was the final piece that confirmed in our hearts that God was calling us to start praying about ministry. He has blessed us abundantly and sometimes His callings come with a cost, but there is so much joy in offerring that cost to the Lord. We have whitnessed this and felt this immensely in the past month. When we began to pray about being missionaries in some capacity we really evaluated and counted the cost. In the end we both came to the answer that obeying God brings far more joy and fulfillment than anything we could plan for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evan and Jewel spoke with us more about a possible position that they might have open at the school and we started to make plans to go and take a vision trip to just see what the Lord would say to us in Senegal. We were so excited and felt that each day God was confirming more and more in our hearts that we were to follow His open doors...whatever they looked like. When Evan and Jewel got back to Senegal they found that the position was no longer in their budget as a school, along with that news they also sent us a list of 8 other Christian international schools that they encouraged us to contact. Even though our dissapointment was evident, we started to send out emails to all the schools they gave us. Through that time Luke and I grew in having to trust that God had a plan for that initial feeling of a call towards Senegal, even though we didn't see it working out. We got response after response of positions not being available for a couple years and then Black Forest Academy replied to us within a few hours. The email they sent us showed evidence that they had taken the time to see where we might fit into their ministry and expressed desire to have us officially apply to work at BFA. This process took several weeks of filling out applications and simultaneously applying with Janz Team, the missions organization we are going through to work at BFA. Weeks went by and we asked ourselves many times "Are we crazy?" "Is this even possible right now?". The Lord continued to confirm us in our daily times with Him, even in our doubts He strengthened us in His will. I remember asking myself one night if I really thought I could move to where I don't know anyone again. The next morning the scripture that was in my reading was Genesis 12:1 "The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your native country, your relatives, and your father's family, and go to the land that I will show you." I almost laughed outloud on the train at how directly I felt the Lord confirming His call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 weeks ago we received emails saying that we are both officially accepted to both Black Forest Academy and Janz Team Ministries!!! Right away we started putting a plan in place for all the things that we can be doing in this time of preparation. We gave notice on our apartment, began listing all of our possessions on Craigslist, Ebay, Amazon....you name it we're selling it! God has answered so many prayers along the way including: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Finding someone to rent our apartment who is willing to move in early and save us rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. My work being supportive of our move and allowing me to work up until we leave for Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Selling most of our big furniture items &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are moving out tomorrow (Friday June 13th) and moving in with Luke's parents until we leave. It has been a huge test for both of us. All of our furniture and "stuff" is brand new since we just got married and to act on the calling we feel God has led us to means that we will be basically possession free. It was a challenge watching each piece of furniture walk out the door to someone elses home. I always thought that I would be ok with this, but it is funny how comfortable I got with my home and attached to everything that made it my home. To go through the process of detaching myself from the world and know that my home is really wherever God chooses to use us and the relationship that I have with my husband-it has been a growing opportunity for me! As far as next steps....which I'm sure many of you are curious about! We are almost done writing our letter that we will send out this weekend to let you all know a little bit more about what we are doing and what our financial needs will be, along with major prayer requests. We leave on Monday for Winnipeg, Canada for training from our missions organization for a week. As I learn more about the school, I get more excited about what kind of ministry we will be able to have there. Through college I loved working through YoungLife with highschoolers. For me, to have the chance to mentor students again and to be a part of their spiritual growth and integration into the "real world" is a dream come true. Being able to be a support for the hundreds of parents who are missionaries in remote parts of the world is an honor. I can't wait to get to hear all their stories of how God is moving in their individual ministries and countries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once you get our letter, we're going to be setting up a couple informal dinners here in New Jersey and in Oregon so that we can have an opportunity to talk to you all in person. We'd love to answer any questions you have or hear your hearts on what we're about to embark on. I just got an email with our new German address which was exciting (except that I have no idea how to pronounce it!). We both wish we had the time to call all of you individually, but I hope that with this update you were able to get a glimpse of the process and hear our hearts in it! Please continue to pray for us as we move this weekend and start to raise our support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In His Grace- Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-2648970051915620818?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/2648970051915620818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=2648970051915620818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/2648970051915620818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/2648970051915620818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/whole-story.html' title='The Whole Story'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SE3sSp80ZBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJ0Hup_DyeA/s72-c/IMG_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590999483637555147.post-885163284142025871</id><published>2008-06-08T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:40:16.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Start Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKenE1efyq4/SE1gExSEUcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VhYPBSNZdVA/s1600-h/Philly+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never "Blogged." I just want to get that out there. I'm also not much of a "myspacer" or "face booker." It's not that I don't understand technology. Its just that communication via a computer screen has never really been my thing. More then once I've offended people with my impersonal one line email responses. I guess I've always just treated it as more of a means to an end then a relational tool. I'm not knocking on it, and to be honest am a little jealous of those able and willing to invest in it. Its just never really been me. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I say all this is because &lt;strong&gt;I'm really excited about this blog&lt;/strong&gt;. If you're reading this you've probably gotten a support letter from us (if not we have plenty) and have gotten a taste as to why we're making this crazy and illogical move. I'm hoping this computer based relational tool will help you better understand the reason and passion behind our decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been a whirlwind and I promise that in our posts to come you'll get a clearer picture of what that has looked like for us. Its my hope that you see God move through some of these posts because HE IS MOVING! Sometimes in large crazy ways and sometimes in painful ones, but regardless his presence and impact are unmistakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking our BLOG out. We hope you enjoy walking with us on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590999483637555147-885163284142025871?l=thewelbourns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/feeds/885163284142025871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590999483637555147&amp;postID=885163284142025871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/885163284142025871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590999483637555147/posts/default/885163284142025871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewelbourns.blogspot.com/2008/06/gotta-start-somewhere.html' title='Gotta Start Somewhere'/><author><name>Luke and Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16796359890414130577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
