It seems the theme is "Identity".  As we truly know our identity, we are set free.

I had a friend make a good point last night about it, and Papa continued to make Identity a big point of the night as the service we went to also focused on it.  It was entirely appropriate for everything that went on.  His point, though, was that we can either ( Read more... )

I got a lot off my chest, and out of my heart ( Read more... )

I've come up with two complete (more or less) drafts for my house ( Read more... )

This is your official job application to be Kathleen's beau.  This must be filled out before a personal interview will take place.  All applicants will be considered, regardless of race, color, nationality, ancestry, or physical disability.  Your chances will be largely affected by your religion, marital status and sex, and in part by age.

Please ( Read more... )

Rather than being negative and saying that everyone forgets about me (which I very well know is not true), I'd rather think I've become less self-important, and therefore less pushy.  I'd rather think that rather than being invisible in a bad way, I'm just not in the spot light all the time ( Read more... )

As my usually enlightening revelations, I've decided to stop doing Primerica for the most part based on God revealing more information about it.   I'm a jumper.  I jump into stuff a lot... and well, what I thought God was saying, I'm kind of hearing Him tell me was not it.  I'm not entirely sure where to go with it, but ( Read more... )

In "giving it up" to God, we often don't actually give it up.  Sometimes we forget that in order to let Him handle it, we need to stop handling it in any way, shape, or form.  Like, you actually need to DROP IT.

I'm sorry for taking too long to forgive you.
And I'm sorry that even when I did, I forgot to drop it.
That when I gave it to God, I still ( Read more... )

My tongue gets slipperier, my curses more natural.

My heart gets harder, and I find it hard to let live.
I judge more naturally, and forgive much less.
I anger more easily, and bitch all the time.
I am irritable.
I am angry.
I am rude.
I am not myself.

I am taken under a spell.
I am the epitome of PMS.
Although, I'm not sure that's what it is.

The world ( Read more... )

I hate heavy-hearted days where nothing is wrong, and nothing can really get better.

Days where you just want to be held, and cry.
For no freaking apparent reason.

(But then, there's not really many people I would want to cry in the arms of.  In fact, only 1)

Comment on this post saying you want to play, and I will choose seven interests from your profile. You will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.

1. ecclesia -- This is the college group I'm a part of.  It's a gathering of friends (and strangers ( Read more... )