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Feb. 7th, 2014

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I've been praying that God would give me back a desire to write more than tiny phrases at a time. I used to get so much from journaling. It was healing, it was freeing and here it was a community as well. I miss it. I know that I squandered my talent on some very unedifying words and I just want it back :)

May. 29th, 2013

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I miss

my live journal. It's so different than last time I was here

Oct. 24th, 2011

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I'm still alive!
I miss you all.

Oct. 7th, 2010

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We did it!!

It's taken me way too long to write it down, but it's been a crazy week and I've been sick, so I'm letting myself off the hook.

***drum roll please****

After..8ish years of blogging together and 4 years living in the same state, LeeAnn and I finally got together and did something!! And boy was it fun. LeeAnn endured dense fog and event traffic to meet me in Louisville (a whopping 20 minute drive for me) for the St. James Court Art Fair. I was walking down the sidewalk, trying not to shove people, to get to where she was, and she ran up and hugged before I even saw her. Love. It was an absolutely gorgeous day with just the perfect temperature, but right when she got there it started raining! Don't think that we let that stop us, heck no. We were adventurous drowned ladies. The fair was just wonderful as always and we were both inspired by what we saw on so many levels. And side note, I'm totally looking forward to hanging out in the Helton tent next year....(nudge nudge)

But the best, absolute best thing, was just spending an afternoon with someone that I was so comfortable with. I'm no slender reed, but with my surgery and being sick, I've put on a few pounds, my face is broken out and my hair is dull and more grey than not. Normally, I'd feel rotten about all that, especially meeting someone face to face for the first time, but I just didn't think about those things. I felt so comfortable being Robin with LeeAnn. And even better than the best, to be able to talk about things really matter, to talk with someone who shares your beliefs, about God, about family, about art.... We were able to converse about things that we felt, and understand, you know, in our hearts, without having to try to convince each other. And, sometimes without even finishing sentences...because lets face it...WE WERE AT AN ART SHOW...the ultimate distraction :)

I wish I had Diane's "my favorite part was everything" icon, because it truly applies. However, I'll give you a few of my hi-lights:
* that first hug
* conversations like "sometimes, you just can't put into words for people what....Oh look at those amazing trees!"
* the fact we could pick out things that were each others style, right off the bat
* telling her about meeting Robin & Hanna
* the shared love of trees
* random hugs and "i'm so happy to be with you's

I could keep going but I think you get the gist.

I think I wanted to say more, but my cough syrup is making me groggy....
I love you LeeAnn, and I love you my LJ friends. Even if I am sporadic, this blog has been such a blessing to me. And YOUR blogs have been such a blessing to me.

wet, cold, a bit tired, but happy!

Jul. 28th, 2010

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completely underwhelmed

I feel so let down. And I feel so guilty even saying it. But the time and energy and love and even pain invested into the friendships and family most of the Christians around me, I just feel like has come exactly full circle just like Covenant did. It doesn't make sense to anyone but me, and I'll get over it. I won't withdraw, I won't give in, I won't stop reaching out or being obedient. But at the moment, I feel so defeated and alone.

I am grateful for my blood relatives.

Jul. 21st, 2010

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Chosen Child

If you are looking for a new keychain anyway

consider this one and support Ken & Sarah :)

Jul. 7th, 2010

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part of a Peter Marshall sermon, stuck in my head

"There are men and women in the world today who say that God orders their lives, guides them in making decisions, provides for their needs, answers their prayers, in ways which are often strange and unexpected. That is the testimony of my own experience, and there are many here who could make the same statement; but, if you, yourself, have not had the experience in your life, don't be too quick to jump to the conclusion that we who say these things are daft, mad. In that mood, many of us approach spiritual things. We come, like Thomas, not doubting, but dogmatically refusing to believe unless we see, as if we could pour God into a test tube, as if intangibles had to become tangible in order to prove that they were intangible. There are certain things that must be approached in faith, things that are matters of perception, not of proof.

"'Beauty' is one of them.

"How can you prove that anything is beautiful? Could you demonstrate to me, by logic, or reason, or by intellect, that the Fifth Symphony, or the Moonlight Sonata, was sheer beauty?

"Can you prove, by any method of intellect, why a sunset is beautiful?

"Describe to me, scientifically, the haunting, wistful fragrance of a bunch of violets.

"Yet, you come here professing the faith which, for more than nineteen centuries, has borne witness to spiritual realities, and you ask if one can prove that God exists. You ask me to prove it! How could my tiny mind prove God? What kind of a God could my little mind prove? You might as well ask the bird to prove the air in which it flies, or the minnow to prove the sea in which it swims.

"Let me ask you to prove that you exist. I'd be interested in hearing you try.

"There are mysteries all around us, stirring, wonderful, inexplicable.

"Take, for example, the strange phenomenon of falling in love.

"Have you ever asked the question, 'How will I know when I fall in love?' I have. I've asked it of blondes and brunettes, of redheads and of bald heads, of people everywhere, and the strange thing is I've always received the same answer, namely, 'Don't worry, brother, you'll know.'

"Love, like beauty, like the haunting, wistful fragrance of violets, is a matter of perception and experience, not of proof. The great things by which we really live are not proven by logic, but by life; and, as that is true of love and beauty, so it is true of finding God and learning how close He stands to us."

-- "Peter Marshall," A Man Called Peter

May. 17th, 2010

here's looking at you


I seriously need to spend more time on the computer!
congratulations Deb & January!!
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a trip around my front and soon to be veggie garden

Apr. 26th, 2010

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monday morning 8:30 am...

8:30 am...leaving soon for N.P....
Bible study done, check
weeds pulled, check (they come out surprisingly easy after a hard rain and when it's still drizzling)
oil changed, check (well, penzoil did it)
trip to Walgreens for rain slicker for hubs, so he doesn't get bronchitis while sitting on the strike line, check
Jordan's prom photos uploaded to snapfish, check
Angie's shower photos uploaded to snapfish, check
Caleb & Madeline's birthday presents in the car to be mailed, check
swim aerobics done....mission unaccomplished today. i will have to work out double hard tomorrow
must leave or I will be late
but here is a picture of me as Edina Monsoon from the Ab-Fab party

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