This is my year in retrospective, because it's almost my birthday, and I have nothing better to do tonight ( Read more... )

"Life has hurt you. Only scarred lives can really save." -January 11, God Calling, Edited by A.J. Russell ( Read more... )

...He always seems to find me, even when I don't want to be found. Even when I hold onto this silly belief that I am invisible to the Invincible.

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(forgotten love often wakens in ( Read more... )

"I went looking, I wrote out a list, I drew an image, I bled a poem of you...Should I show you who I am, we may crumble. I am not scared of you, my love, I am scared of me." -Don Miller, Blue Like JazzI flew home today. It wasn't at all the hassle I thought it would be. Abba and I had a wonderful conversation the second half of the journey (not to ( Read more... )

When I was sitting at lunch today (by myself, before they all arrived) I became entraced by the waterdrops racing down the windowpane. For the oddest reason, I felt Him whispering in my soul, "They're like poets, aren't they ( Read more... )

"For a moment, sitting there above the city, I imagined life outside narcissim. I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more important than myself. I wondered at how peaceful it might be not to be pestered by that childish voice that wants for pleasure and attention. I wondered what it would be like not to live in a house of ( Read more... )

"I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself...I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before any of this happened." -Donald Miller, Blue Like JazzI know I should be asleep. I do. But I couldn't help but think of March ( Read more... )

My head is beginning to ache, and I haven't even begun to begin on Old Testament stuff. Plus, I haven't finished my sociology reading. On the upside, Vietnam is done (for this weekend anyhow), as is American History, the sociology project stuff, and calling my parents. Who...crap. I forgot to tell them my bloated black banana story ( Read more... )

So. I'm a girl. And I really enjoyed getting told how pretty and elegant and classy I looked on Saturday ( Read more... )

So originally I was going to write something profoundly poetic about my "first date" and love in general. But I'm not in the mood ( Read more... )