tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35406047812249279442024-03-12T19:40:16.816-06:00Words From My HeartMy words spill out as if I can't control them, yet I think through each in a deliberate manner. I wish I could articulate them better, but this is what I have. This is who I am.
<br>These are the words from my heart.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-57940298691323329082011-06-14T09:15:00.003-06:002011-06-22T14:30:56.979-06:00Baby Names<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">My sister, Cari, niece, Emilie, and I were discussing baby names this week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As “someone” in the family is pregnant, yet again. <em>(cough, cough)</em><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" ></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Emilie was telling me all of the names of the kids in her class… i.e. David, Silas (Bible names have come in style!), Sarah, Emma, Ava, Tryu (I have NO idea and no idea how to spell it either), etc… </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Cari suggested a baby name, asking Emilie’s opinion of the name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“What about Gertude, Emilie?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;" ></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Emilie clasped her hands together, tilted her head to the side and with a look of pure joy said, “I <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">love</i></b> that name.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><br /></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I stared at Cari thinking… well, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I hope your baby enjoys being called “Gertie”!</i></span></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-11220897848718241262011-05-25T10:00:00.003-06:002011-06-22T14:32:08.596-06:00Grace-isms<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Over the past few weeks I have been thinking back to Grace’s first few years and the funny things she would do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was definitely a ham!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, I made a short list of my favorites… just so I could remember them for her high school graduation and her wedding.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When she was year-old my mum, Grace and I were in the car heading to my parents house in the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grace typically went to be at least by 7 PM.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That girl needed as much sleep as possible!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were out "late" and it had become dark outside… which Grace rarely ever saw!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grace turned to me and politely asked, “Linny, can you turn the dark off please?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Conversation between Grace and my mum: </span></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Grace – “<em>So-&-So</em> is FAT.” </span></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mum – “Oh, really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>… … How does that make you feel?” </span></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Grace – “I LIKE it!!” </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;">Truly appearance isn't all that is important to a child!</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Grace and my mum came to visit me while I lived in Texas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was just over a year and half and knew how to grab anyone’s attention!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One morning she and my mum walked into my office to visit while I was working.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> While t</span>alking with several of my co-workers Grace began to walk around very hunched over with her hands clasped behind her back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Finally, someone asked her what she was doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Practically, Grace answered, “Walking around like an old lady.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Clearly, she spend a LOT of time with my Grandma Brown and her friends!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">One day when Grace was 4, Jackson was 2 and Emilie was 1, Cari and I took them to the Eden Prairie Mall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The kids were playing in this laser light game-thingy while Cari and I sat and chatted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We were only sitting a few feet away and overhead a conversation between Grace and a six-something-year-old woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The woman kept asking if they were having a nice time playing together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grace and Jack responded, “Yes.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The woman then asked Grace if she enjoyed playing with her brother and sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Grace said, “No, they’re my nephew and niece.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>To which the woman insisted, “You mean your brother and sister?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Or maybe your cousins.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Again, Grace adamantly said, “No, they’re my nephew and niece.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The woman once again corrected her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This argument went back and forth several times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Finally, Cari and I stood up and said, “Actually, she is correct.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They are her nephew and niece.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The woman shook her head and walked away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I looked at Cari and said, “Her fault for fighting with a 3-year-old!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Poor Grace, this happens soooo often!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But the question is, why do people fight with a child they don’t even know?!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-57039164580368757542011-05-05T10:00:00.001-06:002011-06-22T14:33:38.615-06:00Girlfriend Advice<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Corbel', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" ><span style="color:#3333ff;">I've had many, many, many (too many) conversations with girls throughout my life discussing relationships.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Most have come down to one simple fact:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>the girl <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">doesn</span>’t have a sense of identity on her own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Therefore through all of her relationships she begins to “become” like the person she is dating.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She has no idea who she truly is and will never know, until she comes to a point in her life where she is alright being single and truly knows who she is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This statement sums it all up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Corbel', 'sans-serif';font-size:12;"><o:p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Corbel', 'sans-serif';font-size:12;"><span style="color:#9999ff;">"If you try to find intimacy with another person before achieving a sense of identity on your own, all of your relationships become an attempt to complete yourself."<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Corbel', 'sans-serif';font-size:12;"><o:p><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Corbel', 'sans-serif';font-size:12;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Now, if only all of us women could truly comprehend this, our lives would be so much simpler.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-75239762035739371792009-09-08T13:58:00.003-06:002011-06-22T14:34:19.861-06:00I've Been Lost in Life...I've missed blogging, quite a bit. Life's been hectic between getting engaged, planning a snap wedding, getting married, sweet honeymoonin, moving, settling in, figuring out this whole married life/wife thing... yeah, not much time for everything that life <em>should</em> include. Especially my favorites, like blogging. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-38171820043150907242009-04-24T09:29:00.001-06:002009-04-24T09:47:43.471-06:00Your EyesWhat am I in your eyes? Just another girl? Just someone you can walk on and not care; someone who you like to pretend matters to everyone on the outside?<br /><br />I want to be just me, in your eyes. I want to be special and have a reason to be me. I want your eyes to shine when they see me. I want your view to be special, pronounced, important. But none of that is seen when I look in your eyes.<br /><br />What are you seeing through your eyees? What are your intents? All my mistakes, all my misgivings, all my faults; are all I see when I look in your eyes.<br /><br />This emptiness fills me, until I can't understand why? Why can't you see me through a good light, why you can't seem to understand that you hold my heart, my life?<br /><br />Deep down inside, I know I should really stop looking in your eyes; and focus on His eyes…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-81085363292978313762008-12-26T09:59:00.000-06:002009-04-24T09:59:50.212-06:00Three Nights to Change A LifeThere was that night you stood by my chair. Sitting, standing, pestering. That one moment of hope you held on to. That one moment you asked, with a sparkle in your eye. I remember it so clearly. Though it was months ago, I feel like it was just yesterday. You asked and I, well, I just gave in. I felt like I was dragging my feet, like I was afraid of the inevitable...afraid of what I knew was to come. But I felt peace. A kiss on the cheek, “Good night” was said.<br />There was that night you stood at my door. And there I was standing behind it, just a bit afraid to open it...to open the future. Know what was coming. Sitting across from you, fear knotted in my stomach, surprise and excited filling my heart. Peace. That is when the peace came. I begged my heart not to believe it. I begged my soul not to know. But I knew and deep down I already believed it. A kiss to ring in a new beginning.<br />There was that night you stood beside me. You told me to take the chair. I was shaking and nervous, but not as much as you. Holding what I assumed to be mine, yet still not quite sure. Again, I knew what was coming…but I couldn’t let myself believe it. You said those words, six words that held such power. Peace came again. Of course. :) Of course was all I could say. And a kiss, a kiss to seal the deal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-45426003707380111132008-10-08T10:00:00.000-06:002009-04-24T10:02:47.511-06:00I mean, I'm not going to tell you who to vote for, but...I won't tell you who to vote for. You SHOULD research that yourself. But...check out this video:<a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhDRVKDcXQo" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhDRVKDcXQo</a><br /><br />Have a voice and at least vote!!! Registration deadlines are (Alaska, Nevada, Rhode Island, South Carolina, Washington) THIS Saturday, October 4th and in MANY places NEXT Monday, October 6th!<br /><br />Check Rock the Vote to see your state's registration deadline.<a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/</a> (In Minnesota you can register on Election Day - Nov 4th!)<br /><br />Know the issues! Know what you stand for!<a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/know-the-issues/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.rockthevote.com/electioncenter/know-the-issues/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-36254160653346319382008-06-12T11:00:00.002-06:002008-06-12T11:49:14.402-06:00Just Tell Me Already!<span style="color:#33cc00;">I know the truth already. Just tell me...so I won't have to ask again. You've had this window to my heart, unfairly taken. With the deception, I'll stop writing. You won't hear anymore, as its already begun to fade. Its slowly dying. Just tell me what you should. I'll even pretend like I didn't know and let it go. </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">What are you going to give me? How will I have a window into your heart, when today it doesn't even feel like mine? This is 'give and take' you say...only taking on your part and the giving on mine? I'm confused? Money doesn't buy my heart; honesty and a one hundred percent committment will.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">I'm waiting...</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">But can only wait so long.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-2717608078637345192008-06-06T15:59:00.000-06:002008-06-12T10:32:32.189-06:00I Quit You TodayI quit you today, just got up and walked away. You're like this drug I couldn't stop taking, control over my whole being.<br /><br />You came in and changed my world around, now I'm not sure where I can be found.I might have lost direction, but maybe I was just looking for perfection.<br /><br />Realizing now that can't be attained, I've stopped looking for everything to be explained.Leaving all just as it is and letting things lie, I'm going to see what is the truth between you and I.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-32608712782716845402008-06-03T10:30:00.003-06:002008-06-12T11:01:53.149-06:00Past, Present or the Future...<span style="color:#ff0000;">Strong it is to control this whole scheme. How big and great it looms over you. Oh how much, it soon will begin to frustrate <em>me</em>.<br /><br />Not letting go will do that to you. Holding on to what was comfortable and made you feel good. But sometimes we've got to move on and decide what we'll do.<br /><br />You act as if she's not there...lingering into what is <em>us</em>. A part of who we are together. When I ask a question, you say not to press.<br /><br />Still you hold on, keeping little gifts, notes and plenty of pics. Acting as if I don't see it, as if I don't realize they're there. Maybe you're still in too thick.<br /><br />Hiding it doesn't help, you slip up and they come out. Then you pretend not to notice, or pay attention when I ask. But now I've begun to doubt.<br /><br />That large white elephant sits in the room. Funny thing this game is, you pretending she's not there. That elephant's name is "Doom".<br /><br />Either I'm it or I'm not. Keep your trinkets of past or give me you're all. But we both can't be here, realize you're already caught.<br /><br />What do you say, the future or the past? Decision time is coming quickly. The dealine will be here fast.<br /><br />Where will you choose to live? Go back to her, or move on with me... Either way, I'll choose to forgive.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"><strong>PS - I know you're reading.</strong></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-15184850385755455362008-05-26T04:51:00.001-06:002008-06-12T10:56:11.466-06:00to give what i need...<span style="color:#006600;">The deception is worse than lying. Please just tell me the truth. Please, oh please, just be 100% honest with me. I'd rather learn from something that hurts, then walk down this road a while longer. I need the truth...what you're afraid to tell. I need you to say you can't seem to spill. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I try to tell you what and how I feel, yet some how...its always taken wrong. Maybe I can never say things just right. But at least it's said. At least my effort is given.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Do I not measure up? Do I not compare? </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I don't understand...but I need the truth. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Just give me the truth...</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-68332976094333612462008-05-23T13:58:00.000-06:002008-06-12T10:33:22.392-06:00Pecking Order...<span style="color:#999999;">There's this pecking order...this order to how we live life. Along the lines of "king of the hill" or "queen of sheeba". Its all about who's the best...the smartest, the prettiest, wisest and who has the best man, career, children, car...whatever you can think of. Why must we participate in these games? Can't we just live and ... let live? You compete to be better than I am, when we're the same: just people, working towards our life goals; in love, in work, in life; enjoying life...trying to follow the right path. Yet there's this fierce competition which one of us is better, who is the one who comes out on top. Even when I walk away and try to not say something, its brought back - this stone thrown to see if I'll fight back. When I do, I feel horrible...like I shouldn't say anything. But its constant, the only thing you do. Like we have nothing else better to say, nothing else better to accomplish than this little, ridiculous game. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Is there a way...a way possible to make it stop? I suppose I'll have to learn not to respond.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-86444158949927356572008-04-21T08:45:00.002-06:002008-04-23T08:50:44.704-06:00lonely<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;">She's sad and she doesn't know why. She can't give you an answer, she can't tell you if she's going to cry. Her heart is aching, a bitter slow hurt. Its on the inside and she feels as though her life it'll subvert. Living from day to day, hoping to make do. She's afraid she just might not make it through. Its like a fog that slowly crept in. Its come and taken over, unpacked and moved in. Now she can't stop it, change how she feels. Afraid, lonely and worried...she's not even sure if these feelings she can conceal. When will this end? When will it be done? When will she feel like she did, before all of this had begun?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-13912957166825849172008-04-16T14:25:00.000-06:002008-04-23T09:44:20.098-06:00Divorce Celebrations?<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Its amazing how we celebrate divorce. We have "Finally Free" parties, "Single Again" parties. We have a TV show "Unhitched". Why is it that we are so ok with celebrating failure and recklessness in our lives? Why are we taking the very thing that Christ wanted held in high regard and putting no value on it any longer? The Bible says, "What God has brought together, let no man put asunder." So why can we so easily celebrate something that has completely fallen to pieces? What about all the money you spent on the wedding ceremony, reception...divorce, lawyers, time away from work, alimony...ugh!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-88570591270213679522008-04-04T22:10:00.006-06:002008-04-04T22:24:48.611-06:00I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song Cuz You Ask...<span style="color:#ffff66;">for it, cuz you need one...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">"Write about my boyfriend, this one...not the one at Applebee's," you say. I could write plenty about you, boyfriend, more than I want you to hear me say. But that's why I don't, because I know I say too many things. I can't say the right things to you boyfriend, the things that make you happy or to cheer you up. I just say the truth and far too much. Care about you, boyfriend, I do. Maybe that's why I'm brutally honest and let anything slip, boyfriend, I pour out like I've opened a door and can't control what I say at times. Maybe I should be kinder with my words, more cautious and careful. But, boyfriend, I am who I am, I say what I do and work through that I will true to follow through.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">You, my boyfriend, are my boyfriend because I want you to be. Because you make me happy. Because, boyfriend, I know this is true. Letting you in, is what I am working on. Letting my feelings show, is what I am starting to do.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">That is how I love. Boyfriend, that is how I work to make this work.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">Love you, boyfriend? Love you...I do.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">But boyfriend, I only write about you...because I want to. Never because you'd ask me to.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-20364329992752485422008-04-03T09:15:00.003-06:002008-04-23T09:14:01.855-06:00The Storm That Didn't CeaseIts raining again today. I don't know where to turn. I feel myself becoming soaked in rain water again. All too soon my tears are mixed in. I'm not sure where to turn, or even what to say this time. Its seems as if the storm never ended, but merely just has been on pause.<br /><br />Its flooding again today. The water has been dancing about my feet a for while now. My ankles are covered in the flood. I can't see the floor or know where to step next. I feel like I'm walking in the dark, afraid I'll fall off the edge and not know where I've stepped.<br /><br />Its dark again today. The sun has hid its light from the pain I feel. Its cold and brash outside. The storm beating all about me. The clouds came in with the cold rain and flood. Darkness crept into my world with out any notice given.<br /><br />Its in the calm of the storm, I need to hear your words whisper. I need to hear from you Lord.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-7661761315578619742008-03-29T11:30:00.000-06:002008-04-02T11:08:38.406-06:00healthy lifestylethere seems to be this seam, pattern, running through our lives, a thread that brings every aspect together…whether the thread is a good thing or a bad thing is completely determined by you. a healthy lifestyle, unhealthy...procrastination, strength, ability, motivation, focus, distractions, fear, timidity. living a life following a certain lifestyle will run throughout your whole being. i see in my friends and family how certain things stand out. more importantly, i see it in my own life.<br />someone who tends to eat healthier, they seem to have healthier relationships. maybe they just focus more on others and the clarity of their life. they seem to have this sense of strength in their life, self control maybe it is, that causes their relationships to be stronger…more controlled and healthier. Someone who tends to be more lackadaisical in their lifestyle, is the same in their relationships. parents, family, friend’s relationships <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aren</span>’t tended to in the same way, or maybe treated with urgency.<br />i think we are the same way with God. seeing Christ with eyes that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">aren</span>’t as apt, or rather, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aren</span>’t as prone to live with your life and body held in high regard, we treat our relationship with the same tendencies. maybe when we tend to be healthy when we look at Him as a source for life…same way someone looks at food when they eat notoriously. how is my life today? am I a healthy person? do i treat my life with high regard?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-20219855545131900332008-03-19T10:20:00.003-06:002008-03-19T11:05:14.343-06:00I Don't Know How to Make This Work<span style="color:#6666cc;">I don't know how to make this work. I need you to fight, to tell me my worth. I need to know that you really didn't mean it all. That this won't cause us to fall. I need to know what I deserve. So I won't just be here going through the motions, sitting in verve. You have to tell me how much you care. Let me know that you'll always be here.<br /><br />Otherwise I'm going to walk away. Forget all we've sacrificed, the prices we've paid. I'll take the towel and throw it in. I might just let this all end.<br /><br />Unless you tell me how to make this work. Tell me how much I'm truly worth.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-76754268712618386322008-03-08T10:00:00.001-06:002008-03-28T10:31:15.391-06:00it continues<span style="color:#ccccff;">you say you love her, truly you do. but character shows the opposite, more so the things you do. </span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">hurting her daily, causing such pain - with out regrets, remorse or even shame. </span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">you've been caught red handed, guilty as charged. label, branded, now you think you've been discharged?</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">you're upset...angry you've not gotten away with the dirty deeds. irate and mouthy you've turned into someone who misleads.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">caught in the middle, those little ones stay. ignorantly they smile, and are learning to obey.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">unfairly she's hurting...living a life full of pain. her body the greatest subject of your chain.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">you think as though its nothing, just something you do. but its slowly been eating away, the scars her heart does accrue.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">on top of your sin, now come words and wrongful actions. only cause her harsh, brutal reactions.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">oh the pain those words and actions have added. causing your lives, to grow so divided.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">now today she wakes up needing you gone. angrily you tell her she's always been wrong.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">what shall she do? where shall she turn? she's reached this place where we've all been concered.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">staying or going, questions in her mind. you have begun to be full of words, quite deemed maligned</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">we all wait in fear and frustration. knowning much of this was caused by your sinful flirtation.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">addiction much greater than your muscles, for it takes more than a physical tussle.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">you have created this chaos and disorder, she's now reached the limit - her furthest border.</span><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">with breath held agasp, we pray for His force. aware that maybe this has to follow its full course.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-48824984221403030722008-03-06T12:00:00.002-06:002008-03-26T12:58:56.484-06:00You and Me<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Letting go of all else, as hard as it may seem,<br />with the best reasons, I accept this new dream.<br /><br />As much as I want this, as much as I know this is true...<br />letting go of the past and things I wanted to do.<br /><br />I am learning to mourn and move on,<br />this is something I can't help but follow, to act upon.<br /><br />The past is fading into forgetfulness, I see the future bright,<br />excitement fills me, all of my being knows this is right.<br /><br />Even through this trying time, I love more with every second,<br />it doesn't matter to us just what others say or reckon.<br /><br />We we fit together perfectly, a pair created for each other,<br />for us, there is no one else we'd rather.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-20897984062525651942008-03-05T10:00:00.002-06:002008-03-28T10:07:02.994-06:00Trust<span style="color:#009900;">Its really hard for me to trust. When its not been earned enough.<br />How can I change this? Why must that be? I want to know 100%, completely.<br />Part of me says its not so, part of me just doesn't want to let it all go.<br />I can't understand or always know what you're thinking. That makes me restrict all my heart is wanting.<br />I guess time is what it will take. But I feel as though there always isn't enough.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-71343979206850893172008-02-25T10:45:00.001-06:002008-03-05T10:16:07.980-06:00~To live my life pure in Your eyes. To sacrifice all I have. To love You more each day. To give all I have to give away. To follow Your path and Your desires. To be who You created me to be.<br /><br />I want to live my life loving Him more and more each day. Sometimes I feel like I just don't know how, its in those times I just seem to find my way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-40132231848361763712008-02-20T09:45:00.004-06:002008-02-22T10:15:18.874-06:00Lost Identity<div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">"If you try to find intimacy with another person before achieving a sense of identity on your own, all your relationships become an attempt to compete yourself."</span></div><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">A course at Seattle Pacific U taught by Dr Les & Leslie Parrott is <em>always</em> started with that statement.<br /><br />Take a moment and think about that. Think about moments you've tried to be complete in someone else. When someone else is in need of you, your services, desires you...you then feel complete, right?<br /><br />As humans we constantly are searching and trying to find fulfillment in something, someone or somewhere other than ourselves...or rather, Christ inside of us.<br /><br />I have a friend who has had a rough past year. Over the last year they have gone from a serious relationship - 5 years together + engagement - to calling off the wedding two months out, breaking off the relationship completely, trying not to face the heartbreak, dating 3 or 4 people at a time to now dating someone they never would have considered dating and have now begun to consider getting engaged to this new person. What does that look like to you? Someone who is searching, looking for something to fill a void in their life.<br /><br />I truly think when a seriously relationship is ended, you need time to find out who you are again, time to regain a sense of stability in yourself and who you are in Christ. Granted, this shouldn't be <em>lost</em> in a relationship, but you have begun to walk in sync with the person you are dating. Now you must be just <em>you</em> once again (which is a good thign). There is this time and need not to be in a relationship. Otherwise you are going to begin to jump from relationship to relationship, one person to the next...<em> </em>Rebound. <em>Cough, cough.</em> Its amazing how real that silly little term is. We've all heard it whispered, discussed, laughed about or even cried about - <em>rebound</em>. But just how real it is, is heartbreaking.<br /><br />When you've lost (or even never had gained) the identity of YOU and put any identity you own into a relationship - you can't be complete enough to handle a healthy relationship. You can't be real enough for someone to love you, fully love YOU. Then you've begun to try to complete yourself in that person's love for you, need for you, caring for you... Women begin to clean house and nest, men begin to make more money, be more macho. Its human nature to want the feeling of being needed.<br /><br />Now there's a healthy balance to being needed; a healthy equal between being needed and being stable in who you are.<br /><br />Think about that statement one more time - how are you finding stability in Christ and who Christ has made you....JUST you.<br /><br />"If you try to find intimacy with another person before achieving a sense of identity on your own, all your relationships become an attempt to compete yourself." </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-86371046228849888842008-02-19T17:20:00.001-06:002008-02-21T17:30:22.053-06:00Do I Measure Up?<span style="color:#6666cc;">I've come to realize I may never be good enough. I just may not measure up. What if all I have to give you, isn't enough? What if you tire of who I am, tire of "us"? Two people loving each other, a relationship does not make. I'm afraid you'll say goodbye and walk away. I'm afraid you'll find me a bore, silly, ridiculous or what you never bargained for. Yes, I can be quite worse than each of those.<br /><br />But all in all, I'm afraid <strong><em>I'll</em></strong> fail. I'm afraid I won't be able to stick things out, to follow through. I'm afraid I won't know just how to love you. I'm afraid to let go and be 100 % in this, as much as I should. My heavy heart sinks down knowing that you are amazing and I fall <strong>more than just shy</strong> of perfect. I'm this broken, slightly ruined person just trying to piece my life together with some sort of semblence it should hold. I try and try to be your match, to help you be who you are supposed to be...but some how, some way I feel as though I fail in each and every way.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540604781224927944.post-4454916030792832422008-02-18T10:58:00.007-06:002008-02-20T09:39:39.946-06:00Post Secret<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbHlVBwk6UPEXk6gkz5uY6r58S0GNKkO6ZjzAbmzTR8VdiSw6tgv2WaMYqjkNnwl-kkf8zMaXcIRL0K-mf-OGSdw9ee3Jss8xW8yB0BHCiOzobJLZ9EeKEmPFIrCxZt7fdmE0VnezahM/s1600-h/PS1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168367799577764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbHlVBwk6UPEXk6gkz5uY6r58S0GNKkO6ZjzAbmzTR8VdiSw6tgv2WaMYqjkNnwl-kkf8zMaXcIRL0K-mf-OGSdw9ee3Jss8xW8yB0BHCiOzobJLZ9EeKEmPFIrCxZt7fdmE0VnezahM/s320/PS1.jpg" border="0" /></a> What is your deepest darkest secret?<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div>What would you only share with a stranger...someone who would not judge you? Someone who would just listen and not talk? What are you afraid of the world knowing about you?<br /><br />This weekend for a Young Life project the leaders shared their deepest secrets. Its amazing what people would love to get out, just get off their chest - if they are given the opportunity. Have you taken the time to trust someone enough to pour your soul out for them? To give them the ability to love you - the <strong>real</strong> you.<br /></div><div><a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-secrets_17.html">http://postsecret.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-secrets_17.html</a><br /><a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2510394290074606470BHdZJm">http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2510394290074606470BHdZJm</a></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168366287749276034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQtV0X_9fbduKn_VL8XtL6dlKY5phYTq6wWo8UCxmQXMxVGakFRm7RI1Y22Ode5C5Qi5UeiDvKLcyWr0ELBfpymSYKh-yCK2zabV3u1Wnp0_XuSaQfvZLQB7MCMJqeB663k8qCOsdIqE/s320/PS4.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168366648526528914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSJT1eu4Bqk88dvBaZkWFeyaPA1Evpvlmgx9qj0RxUFbkt2eDrdfwQnbHmwxCCfjLllSrNf2b-VkZp5rjNH0gbQAJRtUNtXFP-gKcuPbSisEO_QHepPC2qUYFnFMoG0T6Pqc6bhV6YCU/s320/PS3.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168367408735740354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8kQh_6fBwnOmDxk92yinkFFC1t-1qzu50Xt6jtjA7dDqTz93xYNWZkVnWohfcvBN6cOiuTqw9Ak5OaVLrEnVk5f14xeJgtSDOSCJMfrAfObO243zL9BHbpF0hEDRvxr5KYUvcbkWOZg/s320/PS5.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168367606304235986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWv23Nb0oprf49qvuZXZTn-kCk6dU67q3bORjdck6jh-SuZkBYBo3qdOAXZmPLVt9P2m8JfFMTM1Ml_43OcSouMdYFU5HJPkBL4Fjj-VBJkX1vwxUx5PUPqKp4hv0R_5piGS95QEQdfW8/s320/ps2.jpg" border="0" /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09392107709105569658noreply@blogger.com0