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We are the kastenbees. I am the kastenpup. We live in our little kastenhouse, with our kastendogs named Maggie and Ulla.  We're blessed to be parents of Cody, Jesse, and Anna! 

While we're on staff with Oak Hills Center for Indian Ministries, we work our kastenjobs--I am a homeschooling mama and photographer, he is a carpenter--and live our lives to the fullest because our KING has given us new LIFE everyday. 

We are MAKING DISCIPLES FOR CHRIST AMONG NATIVE AMERICANS. 


I sing for joy knowing that the LORD is with me on this great journey through the adventures of the Kastenbauer's.

We are a family, we are in love, and we are constantly amazed at the powerful works of provision and love from our FATHER God. Just as Christ loves us, Tim is a faithful groom to me. I never doubt my husband's love for me. He cherishes and treasures me as a beautiful woman of God. For Tim, I am thankful.






















I am a wedding and portrait photographer, 
and also do some web & design work


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