tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87923567368100955302011-07-07T18:51:47.357-07:00DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-81172288872804066252010-07-08T13:11:00.001-07:002010-07-08T13:14:38.715-07:00

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When the baristas arrive to work at five in the morning, they find me pacing back and forth in the dark parking light, chain smoking and talking to Renee- the only other person up at such an ungodly hour. Not even coffee-slingers have the ability to speak that early. They grunt at me and I follow them in. Say what we will about Starbucks- over priced lattes and big business and blah blah blah

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There is something about choice and nature that I have been struggling to figure out. We have all met people that are naturally good- they naturally look like great ‘christians’. (That is, assuming you think 'christians' should be super helpful and chirpy and reeeaaallly nice.)So we meet these types of people, and if we meet them in a church or find them to ascribe to a certain religion, we

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Written by Jenn and I. Read at STATUS by Jenn.Wrath:that was my verbal image of the God of the Hebrew scriptures- which we call the Old. Testement. The story I had always been told was one of a vengeful and controlling God, looking to punish the world that He had created for not obeying Him. And I was fine with believing that because I knew the end of the story- that Jesus had come along. It

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Realizing:If I am best friends with ten people, I am best friends with no one. I am living in a strange dichotemy. Things inside my head are chaotic and exciting, working through theories, looking and listening to the present but processing it through the past- my brain feels alive and on fire and it's like seeing colors where before I did not. But outside of my head, I am exhausted. I am tired

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My cousin Christine lives about twenty minutes from my parents. I navigate the Garden State Parkway, Fiona Apple in one ear and my fathers navigation system droning in the other. I sigh as I catch a glimpse of her apartment complex. When I was a teenager, Christine and her then husband Joe had the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. It was spacious and so beautifully decorated, just a few blocks

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Cami growls at anyone who comes near me when I'm sleeping. From her post beside me, with her head on my pillow, my german shephard/lab guards me faithfully. Even when my bestfriend lived with me and would crawl into bed for a late night chat, Cami would growl softly and look to me. There is something about me sleeping, about lying down in my bed that Cami senses is vulnerable. I am weak and so my

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My heart wakes me up a few nights a week- rapid, staccato beats that charge me with adrenaline and fear. Or the slow, heavy, rhythmic pounding that echoes in my ears. God, I don't know what to do with this heart of mine. I don't know how to comfort it, how to speak to it. It's like a small child that runs into my room in the middle of the night, crying about monsters under the bed and nightmares

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-7026842600825669182010-02-01T06:09:00.000-08:002010-02-01T07:50:30.497-08:00

Magda pulled the covers over her face. Jim was up, starting the systematic toiletry routine she had come to know over forty years of marriage.The sounds: scrape, scrape, scrape of the tooth brush, spit, gargle, spit…silence…whisk, whisk of a razor…silence…the water would turn on for a brief second as he wet his comb, parted his thinning, fine hair to the side. When they first married Magda would

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Ruthy wrapped her cardigan around her, the wind whipping everything on the breezeway. She leaned against the railing of the boat, shivering, sighing. Ruthy saw the churning waters and the blue horizon, and suddenly realized she was alone. Her husband was in the casino, her kids running around somewhere on the top deck. She had nothing to do. It made her feel uneasy, a little sneaky. Like cutting

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It is 6:45 in the morning and I am singing in my car. Downtown Orlando looks clean and quiet, the sky is blue and pink, the air chilly. I have my windows down, blasting Billy Joels' "Big Shot". Billy Joel is like family, I've grown up under his melancholy and wit. When I was a little girl my father would take me into work with him, we would blast the radio and sing at the top of our lungs- those

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-53881004338912688862010-01-07T12:41:00.000-08:002010-01-07T12:43:48.884-08:00

The Owl represents wisdom and death. The black and white symbolizes logic, the color represents emotion. I am dying and coming alive/logical and emotional/learning from my mistakes.

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There are a million ways to die in a CVS. Laxatives to let you eat and keep you thin; appetite suppressants when your organs stop working; decaying; sluggish and beaten but who cares? you can't see them(the scale is on sale and the numbers it shows better be less than you paid)There are a million ways to die in Sephora.Potions and poisons and glamorous coffins mascara, perfume, collagen, and

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Now anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity. It is the fruit of unanswered questions. But questions cannot go unanswered unless they be first asked. And there is a far worse anxiety, a far worse insecurity, which comes from being afraid to ask the right questions- because they might turn out to have no answer. One of the moral diseases we communicate to one another in society comes from

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-76501476409394463462009-12-05T13:16:00.000-08:002009-12-05T13:22:47.206-08:00

Love defined seems like this(to me- today):someone to whisper my secrets to-in the dark, under cotton coversmy mind is open and lips are partedthe world comes tumbling outand my leg is bare and you are in lovewith both skin and voiceand how they slide over and wrap around you....but we have whispered feverish poetry to intemperate statuesthrown up pearls at the feet of false godsthose more

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The City. You are Alone-but-not. A trick of geography and body heat. Surrounded by people more beautiful and those less; information gathered in a single cursory glance; pressed in by boots and scarves and things you should buy; items you can afford and items you cannot. The streets are throbbing with colors and snatches of stories and you are Alone-but-not. Seeing those you want because their

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I love this kid. The end.

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Friendsthe music I have been listening towho i'd like to marrythings to d0I have this exact necklaceand I kind of want to get the tattooright there. what i would like to look like one dayContinued excellenceJenna Returns!

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Sometimes I feel as though I walk in the shadow of a giant. I have always been fascinated with time, what I was doing at this time last week, last month, speculating about next year. And now I walk beside myself, I live in the ever constant presence of who I was a year ago. At this time last year, I felt the blanket hold of a demon. I do not say that lightly. Whether it was a demon of mental

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fresh light, fresh fireall around me(desire)is it spring, is it heat?the pressure of space and breathbetween you and mesteal my cold with a kissand your lips, your lookyour-your eyes are shyand so are minethis-this languid, this meltinginside you and Iso-so long, so longi've waited to touchone who loved to touch mebreak my heart, make it righti promise, i promise- i'll care this time,i'll be more

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I have a friend of mine, John Carl, that is brilliant and never sleeps and this may be the secret to his brilliance. There is a lot of time in life to read and create and be smart if you don’t have to engage in something as time consuming as closing your eyes for 8 hours. So I have decided to embrace my insomnia. I get out of bed at 2:30 in the morning and feel pretty refreshed. I chat with a

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John 1:17 Moses brought the law, Christ came to bring grace and truth. This verse has always stuck out to me; it made sense but it did not. I knew somewhat of the law of Moses; 613 commands on how to eat, bathe, marry, work and generally live. As Christians I think we can only vaguely understand how stressful Judaism must be, unless of course we have grown up in a conservative church that had a

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Emails sent to my entire department: Hi All! I have missed all of you terribly while I was on vacation (sorta) LOL. Anyway, While I was out of my office a fellow co-worker took it upon themselves to care for my heater so that it would not be lonely. And I appreciate that, however, now that I am back, I would like it if that person can see to my heater making it back to it's home office.

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"the worst judge of all is the man now most ready with his judgments; the ill-educated Christian turning gradually to the ill-tempered agnostic, entangled in the end of a feud of which he never understood the beginning, blighted with a sort of hereditary boredom with he knows not what, and already weary of hearing what he has never heard." G.K Chesteron

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Remember that one should be thankful that there is any fault that one can be unjustly accused. If you find one false excuse for yourself, you will soon find a hundred, and be just what you were before.You had no motives in life, appetites merely. The real fool, such as the Gods mock or mar, is he who does not know himself. I had always thought that my giving up to you in small things meant

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Stories in your twenties are maybe the only time they are and should be mostly about you. And so I have a story. I went to Lynchburg, Virginia a few weeks ago to see about a future. It’s a magical place. Downtown is filled with antique stores and gorgeous loft apartments. There are no chains, or blinking neon lights. Everybody in their twenties knows everyone else in their twenties, at least of

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-72031749369563616712009-10-11T21:51:00.000-07:002009-10-11T23:54:03.425-07:00

maybe it’s this heatthe Ancient Age and American Spiritthe smell of the leaves(and you know-my favorite month is all around me)I feel alive, I feel alright, tonightit could be that I’m 26 and freecould be the music in my ears(the records he played for me, his face was lit with loveas we listened to song after songjust a rhythm and a heart and a beatand i wished i felt that way about anythingbut i

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-53548317978865840602009-10-07T15:33:00.000-07:002009-10-07T17:04:08.625-07:00

i come upout of dark watersgasping in comfortthrowing up feardragging Christ into my lungsand for a momenti believe i've learned to swimand i can stay herewith himand thendown, down, downGod escapes in bubbles i push him out and awaymy fingers claw an inch of airbut my feet are heavy, so heavyimmersed in alone and leadand i'm gone-the surface and spirit above unseen and unknown belowand i know, i

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I was going through an old journal and found this. I liked the vulgar simplicity of it. [my blood ran coldand my stomach clenchedand my heart just packed upand fucked offand I thought to myself'damn that man. damn him']

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The kingdom of heaven is like a bad road trip. After two weeks of traveling through Spain, my two best friends and I started our trek to our final destination: Lisbon, Portugal. I had heard and read amazing things about this place. But the day started off wrong from the first hour. Although we had a set schedule to leave at 8 to avoid traffic, one of my friends decided to take her sweet time. She

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Giena and I are languishing on a quaint side street in Madrid, Spain. It is 100 degress, or at least, it feels that way. The winding road has beautiful cobblestones and white shop fronts. The street is mostly empty; it being siesta. Spain shuts down between 1-ish and five-ish for food and sleep. This is highly inconvenient to Geina and I since we did not leave our hostel until 1:30. We managed

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i wilt under the weightof the world- it revolvesit does not need mebut it uses, turns and moves methe machination of existencebefore and after i am a little bolta paving stonea wisp of cloudthat could be raincould be shadeone day gonei wilt under the weightof my heart- it hurtsit needs me the continuance of lovemakingbut it kills, thunders and breaksi fall in love, i grow coldi am someone elses

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-26810954591248105442009-08-12T12:12:00.001-07:002009-08-12T12:16:29.548-07:00

let me hide in poetryin shifting prose and lilting rhymeto say in metaphor a meaningof endless interpretation to othersthen to say quite plainly(what i am afraid to be understood)my poetry is a great pretend a stage of make up and propsall beauty and delicacywith a very plain truth hiding in the wings(i am too ugly to tell)

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-68883664102118468642009-08-11T19:49:00.000-07:002009-08-12T12:15:35.248-07:00

my heart is empty and restlessi've lost my lover and my love went with himi do not need either to be found butnew ones to be broughtgive me something new to love, to pine, to worship or date or discover the differencei am new! i am fresh!i am newly unselfish!but i am bored with me and minebut don't give me someone new to breaki've moved on, i'm gone upabove petty and cruel and all the words they

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Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.Teach me some melodious sonnet,Sung by flaming tongues above.Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,Mount of Thy redeeming love.Jesus sought me when a stranger,Wandering from the fold of God;He, to rescue me from danger,Interposed His precious blood;How His kindness yet

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-87964286931591917812009-07-29T20:10:00.000-07:002009-07-30T06:12:22.060-07:00

freedom is a heavy burden, tonightwhen the voices of saints are free to go quietwhen those whose faces shone go blank and darkor perhaps brighter with another godyour gift is a terrible thingto allow your art to think against youto allow my mind to curse your clay-caked handsyou are either a very stupid godor a very patient oneyou either could care lessor your definition of love is more, more,

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I look at myself in the mirror. I make my usual funny face. It looks just as funny. My nose is the same, my eyes still brown, my freckles still silly. This is my face and it has been with me for a long time. But I can look at pictures and know that I looked Different. Weight and hair length/color, clothes, confidence- it has all flickered with time. I look at pictures from the past few months,

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tell me,how has your heart not killed you?mine would kill me, except for youoh, you suffered, you suffered you lent us Christ andwe killed him, we killed him(but we loved him too)and I need you,but I am a distracted lovera graceless partnerchasing after pimps and shadowsbut they love me, they love meor at least I beg them to, tell me,who comforts you? (I wish I would)

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-31156110086903353122009-06-06T08:00:00.000-07:002009-06-07T05:55:29.471-07:00

(The song I listened to while writing.)Why do I believe what I believe? Where does this faith come from? Richard Dawkins tells me it comes from a value passed on from my ancestors. Some people are programmed to believe in God, some are not. I won the faith lottery. Maybe. I guess anything is possible. I look at my friends struggling with the God of the bible and Christ, and I don’t know how to

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-12040362218820109582009-05-28T19:38:00.000-07:002009-05-28T20:54:23.527-07:00

Revamped a bit-Are you still lonely?does your heart still achelike it did that nightin the garden of your abandonment?Did you think of Adam and Evewhen you saw your friends sprawled down and asleepyour coppery red sweatplaintive words that rang in the heat:Can’t you stay awake with me?a mile awayJudas heart beat, beat, beatthe priests played him on puppet stringsand they all danced toward

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There is a woman sitting across from me in the coffee shop. She sits on the edge of her chair, back straight, purse clutched in her hands. Her skin is dark, toffee colored, and her beautiful braids are gathered and pulled back from her slightly lined face. She is round yet petite, her clothes are designed to hide, not express. But maybe that is her expression: I do not want to be noticed. But I

DarlingKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468671622021875137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792356736810095530.post-70464016627285845732009-05-25T06:53:00.001-07:002009-06-15T16:18:36.708-07:00

I would like to take a crack at something. I have been thinking a lot about the basic philosophies of Christianity. The issue of suffering is a huge one. How many times have we heard someone say that they could not believe in God because of suffering in the world? I don't know if there is ever an adequate philosophical response to this question, but I wanted to share some thoughts. A lot of

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I was praying a few years ago, distressed at my desire to be a writer. I was telling God that there is something so beautiful about creation. That these people and stories exist in my mind, and I see it clearly as though it were on a screen, and I want desperately to show other people what I see… I was half defending myself, half pleading. I think I expected from God what I told myself: This is

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A few weeks ago, both Jahred and Bradford were gone and I could not sleep. My room felt suffocating and dangerous. So in the middle of the night I went into their room and crawled into Jenna's old bed (which the subsequent room mates have used) and felt the weight of being an other. I heard the dogs pounding across the living room, Bjork mewing on the porch, other flatmates closing doors and all

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I am on top of a building. The wedding scene around me is so ethereal I can feel my heart constrict. I know that I am experiencing a time I will think about for the rest of my life. I want to memorize every detail, to come back and run my fingers through this moment as vividly as possible. I cannot stop time, so I freeze myself instead. My breath settles in my throat, my fingers touch my cheek

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"If we undertake work for God and get out of touch with him, the sense of responsibility will be overwhelmingly crushing, but if we roll back on God that which he has put on us, He takes away the sense of responsibility by bringing in the realization of himself." -ChambersI love this idea, and I feel both Oswald Chambers and Christ have been incessantly pounding it into my head.

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Tell your friends please! And please follow me here: http://katekingvintage.blogspot.com/Matt and I had a ton of fun shooting these. You can check out his stuff and our photoshoot at www.fosteraddingtonblog.com

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It is spring, it is spring, it is spring. This may be a bit early, as I always like to think that I am better before I really am, but I feel a spring within me. I look at the past few months, and I feel a sense of accomplishment and a great relief to be, hopefully, done. I can see all that has been painfully pruned from me, all the seeds faithfully planted, and something new arises. I see beauty

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I am hurtling through space. The icy blackness whips through my hair always changing, darker, longer, blonder. One day is a second and I’m flickering and flailing and tumbling. People whiz with me and by me, all of us racing through time and life. We crash into each other, cut into one another, our trajectory changes and friends glimmer away and toward me. Christ pulls me behind him with chords

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Everything about this song is wonderful. The video is pretty terrible. I mean, really terrible.

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No, for really real, I'm not. A few weeks ago my counselor told me that I was like the robot from Terminator 3, except for Jesus. I thought that was a compliment. It was not. He keeps telling me to have grace and compassion on myself. To stop beating myself up for my emotions. And it sounds like straight therapy bullshit. I see so many people walking through life completely unaware of how they

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When Paul received his sight, he received spiritually an insight into the Person of Jesus Christ, and the whole of his subsequent life and preaching was nothing but Jesus Christ - "I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified." No attraction was ever allowed to hold the mind and soul of Paul save the face of Jesus Christ.We have to learn to maintain an

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So I quit Westgate last week. That job was so great for me in past years; bought a house; traveled the world; got to be generous and buy dumb stuff. But after working with Renee and doing something that grew me creatively and spiritually, I couldn't handle going back to an office. So eff that office. A few different things started coming together, and the more time I spent with God, the more I

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when i prayi fight the battle of outward verses withinfor guidance in a foreign land with enemies and allies and I knowyou lead me through the twists and turnsover the pit falls (i have dug)past the bridges(i have burned)into a place of victory and freedomfree from restrictiono God, you take me through the jaws of destruction~~~~~~i am small tonitebut my thoughts are so bigthey rush through

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I have a tattooish on my arm. In a house of writers, it took Bradford fifteen minutes to find a pen (oh technology) and then another few minutes to illegibly scrawl HI DRATE NOW You know you are close with your flatmates when they ask you about the frequency of your pee (Jenna never did this, and she loves pee. She writes about it all the time on her blog). I am forgetting to

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Trying to plan events on Valentines Day is like dancing your way across a minefield. Who can be in a room together? Who likes who? Who will misinterpret the guest list? Zombie movie or vampire? Decisions to be made. After roladexing through several people that fateful day, I finally settled on Kiersten Mitchell, Sean Dey and Jenn. We decided to watch the most wonderful valentines day movie ever

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The very first spoken word I ever wrote- I think I was 18. I liked that girl a lot. You have come and You are returning i hear Your voice and my heart is burning beating and yearning, screaming and churning for something more than me more than what i touch and see what fades and crumbles and ceases to be i need Truth i need Reality i need the love of a God who came for me who came and died to

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Have come to a few conclusions that I think will help me in the future. I hope they can help you guys as well. Going to church is not the same thing as speaking to Christ. Having christian friends is not the same thing as speaking to ChristThinking about Christ is not the same thing as speaking to ChristReading scripture is not the same thing as speaking to ChristReading Christian books is not

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February 7th.THE DISCIPLINE OF DEJECTION"But we trusted . . . and beside all this, to-day is the third day . . ." Luke 24:21Every fact that the disciples stated was right; but the inferences they drew from those facts were wrong. Anything that savours of dejection spiritually is always wrong. If depression and oppression visit me, I am to blame; God is not, nor is anyone else. Dejection springs

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"Wherefore we labour that . . we may be accepted of Him." 2 Corinthians 5:9"Wherefore we labour . . . ." It is arduous work to keep the master ambition in front. It means holding one's self to the high ideal year in and year out, not being ambitious to win souls or to establish churches or to have revivals, but being ambitious only to be "accepted of Him." It is not lack of spiritual experience

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Ugh. I hate not being able to sleep. However, I have come to a few conclusions. Conclusion 1: I am no longer going to use the word 'depressed'. If someone asks, I am going to refer to myself as being in a recession, or 'recessed'.Depression:a sustained economic recession in which a nation's Gross National Product (GNP) is falling and marked by low production and sales and a high rate of business

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Proverbs 24:13[ 26 ] Eat honey, dear child—it's good for you— and delicacies that melt in your mouth. Likewise knowledge, and wisdom for your soul— Get that and your future's secured, your hope is on solid rock.Isaiah 8:16Gather up the testimony, preserve the teaching for my followers, While I wait for God as long as he remains in hiding, while I wait and hope for him. I stand my ground and hope,

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My friend Jordan plays guitar and sings at a local restaurant downtown. Before I started working sundays I would sometimes go down there to read and journal and flirt with the gay bartender and listen to him play. I stopped by there today after work. Jordan came over to chat when he was on break. We talked about the usual books and a few thoughts, and what it is like not going to Status. After a

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Colors are muted. I hate days like this, I remember when I never had them. But. God is still God here. His promises no less true. I never used to think of heaven, it confused me, and I didn't really care. Christianity has never been about heaven, for me at least. But lately, I see the allure. I realize that my 'happy place' is perhaps only really attainable there. To live in community with out

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in a gardeneve was betrayed by her thirsther lovers silencethe words of a snakethat her husband once namedAdam gripped her handand listened, toobut he was thinking of her skinher legsthe fruit of another treeand so women are cursedby all the words they sayand men are damnedby all the words they don’tso, lover-i will close my mouthand you will open yourswe will crush these snakes togetherand

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he was and is the light of the earthbefore there was light and before there was earthhe was and is the Word before there were voicesbefore there was soundhe was and is the first Authorand he began his masterpiecein the middle of infinity with a single breath lighthe was and is one flame in the darkthey were the scum of the earththey were fisherman, tax collectors and murderers and they were hand

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Jahred and I write together (positive) and eat McDonalds McFlurry and french fries together (negative) and share jeans and v-necks (weird, but awesome). And I like him muchly.

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Hello friends, I dedicate this song to you. Please listen to it all, and know it made me think of you and smile today and wish I was Billy Paul. Or the sweet guy that introduces him.

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Jenna drew this in her journal to represent how difficult it is for some to be comfortable in our faith. Certain types of people find their worth in new ideas, wrecking old ones, all that jazz. Which can be a beautiful, incredibly needed thing. But the teachings of Christ are painfully simple (but very hard to do) painfully popular among ignorant people, and painful in almost every other way. So

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Last nite was so wonderful, it must be recorded in various ways. I will first fill you in on the phone conversation that started it all. Kate: Hey Jenna! Are you coming over to the house?Jena: Oh, ummm…well, I mean, you have plans and Jen is really tired so-Kate: You’re moving to Spain in a month, I’m canceling my plans. Jenna: Yeah, but if you guys are really tired, it’s cool. Kate: I’m not

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When Jesus had entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, asking for help. "Lord," he said, "my servant lies at home paralyzed and in terrible suffering." Jesus said to him, "I will go and heal him." The centurion replied, "Lord, I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. But just say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I

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Herod had arrested John, put him in chains, and sent him to prison to placate Herodias, his brother Philip's wife. John had provoked Herod by naming his relationship with Herodias "adultery." Herod wanted to kill him, but he was afraid because so many people revered John as a prophet of God. But at his birthday celebration, he got his chance. Herodias's daughter provided the entertainment,

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I met with a friend the other night who shared with me a thought that consistently makes her happy. It's a fantasy, but since that word has sexual connotations, I will call it her 'happy place'. Her happy place is pretty funny, but it's not my story to tell. It did encourage me to find something to think of that would cheer me up whenever I thought of it. One came to mind immediately. So, this is

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Thursday morning I was back in a place I'd never thought I'd be- putting on my make up at seven in the morning in the bathroom of a Westgate timeshare resort. High school revisited. Usually the bathroom is filled with women elbowing for counter space, complaining about weight and men. But now, I was the only one in here. The recession had hit my timeshare resort brutally. When I left I had 250

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I painted my house to this C.D four years ago. This song is one of my favorites, but now it makes my heart hurt. It was such a different girl that first listened to it. This song and video is incredible. Check it.

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Today. Hmmm. I hate when days are bad, without there being an exact reason for them being bad. Nothing happened, I met with people that I loved and I did things that I like...but it was still just bad. I got in my car tonight, I turned on my IPOD shuffle, and I told God that I needed a song. Previous to this, I was praying about my job, and how worried I am with it. But even with me being anxious

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I will do it, thank you.

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I read something today that made my heart stop: I've learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I'm just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I've found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, full hands or empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. How beautiful. I really am

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This week I was going through the Relent and Respond workbook, and it brought up some great questions about friendships. So this week I had to sit down and think about a few of the people I have been spending my time with. I have had to tell people that have been very important, empathetic and always available for me in the past few months, that I now need to move on.Fiona, Ryan, Damien and David

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I had a friend tell me that the only reason I help other people is so that I don't have to work on myself. I very, very sincerely hope that's not true. I don't think it is, but I'm going to pray about it and see what comes up. It brought me to this memory, though:When I was little I lived in a very communal part of the Bronx. Everyone knew everyone. I was maybe four, and my father was taking my

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Derek Webb is one of my heroes. His lyrics are so good I want to youtube myself rapping to them. Because it would obviously be a youtube phenomenon spread from laptop to cubicle to sean dey showing it to everyone- thereby embrassing myself and giving Derek Webb free publicity. I will do none of that, but I do want to post this for you. Derek Webb is one of the few artists I know that consistently

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My blog is back! And better than ever. I think. I don't think I will post any more of my book- but I would like to start sharing what it is I'm learning. A blog devotional. If only blogspot could give me a layout with christian fishies in the background. I read Philipians and Thess. today and was really encouraged. Especially the directives- love on another, don't snap at one another when you're

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