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well, that's interesting.
I had this peculiar feeling tonight, one I don't think I've ever had before. I was in the middle of a semi-serious, semi-funny conversation about some boy I'm supposed to meet because we'd be "perfect together," and both are believers, and have similar backgrounds and interests and so forth. In between the laughter, and the teasing, and the little ( Read more... ) -
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Today in the park, I witnessed three little boys--near-complete strangers--randomly plop down on the ground, facing a road, with only one goal in mind.
"Let's watch cars!
"Yeah, let's watch cars!"
"Look, there's a cool one!"
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I've been forgiven much.
Shouldn't I then have mercy on others, just as He had on me?
Yet, I remain, sadly, one of the most impatient and unmerciful people ever.
Also forgetful. Very very forgetful. -
the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Tonight, I started thinking back on the last few months ( Read more... ) -
scrub me down, dress me up
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Quote of the day--
"Guess what satan said in the Bible. 'You're a dummy.' He said that to GOD."
(This statement was accompanied by an appropriately-horrified facial expression.)
I heart five year-olds' theology. -
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Today, as he was running pell-mell down a hill with a new friend at the park, the five year-old yelled over his shoulder, "HEY, YOU BELIEVE IN GOD?!?"
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who would have ever thought that I would write
I would like to write. I really would. I would like to write about the way the three year-old's blue eyes twinkle and spark when he laughs, about the warm soft white fur on the belly of my purring cat, about the distinct muscles in the legs of the mailman whose quickness and cheer make me want to match the laughter in his eyes, about the freckles ( Read more... ) -
this is me swallowing my pride
It's funny, sometimes, how with love songs to a boy, Taylor Swift manages to capture my feelings toward God.
It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you
Wishin' I'd realized what I hadI don't know how ( Read more... ) -
crazyhead
I'm trying every way I can to tell you that I'm not just . . . normal.
I hate being called a "nice Christian girl." That's like the most boring-sounding insult ever, even if you don't mean it to be. It sounds like I spend out my entire life smiling behind a soup-kitchen counter, or ducking my head when men speak to me, or hiding in a tiny house ( Read more... )