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Just one weekend in the presence of my glorious God has made me take leaps of faith larger than I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I can’t tell if I’m too tired or if I’m just stronger this time but I’m not crying and I feel fine. Perhaps it’s that I know it’s a new year and God has refreshed me tonight. Whatever the case, I will fear no trial. I will not give up easily. You fight for the things that you really care about and that’s all that really matters in the end.
Home Away From Home
I’m sitting at my desk once again in my dorm room. Tonight was full of eating and watching the Sugar Bowl game on my huge monitor with hall friends. WE WON!! A great way to start my return to AA. I dreaded leaving home and my friends and parents behind. A break so full of doing absolutely nothing seems far more precious than studying here in this place I’m supposed to call home. But...
Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes, a farewell is necessary before you can meet...– Richard Bach
New Year's Goals
New year’s resolutions typically fail so I’m going to hope that calling them “goals” will make me more convicted and motivated to keep them up. - Read the entire Bible this year and actually understanding what I’m reading. - Meet more people and hang out more…which implies that I will actually leave my dorm no matter how lazy I am. - Keep up my current GPA or...
I almost missed the ball drop as everyone at the party went outside to watch people pop open champagne bottles and celebrate. I decided not to follow and got back down to the basement with 10 seconds to spare. The ball drop, although not particularly special in any way, seemed a lot cooler to watch than people pulling corks out of bottles. But maybe that’s just me.
Long Time No See
Saying hello to the end of another year. I could go on about how time flies but we know that all too well. I’m going to have the same inspiration to blog into the new year but I know it will ultimately fail. As I entered college this year, I got more of a view of the world outside of my small mind. I know overall I became more of a bitter person. So much so that I long for childlike nature...
Sucker for Sentimental
Agent Booth: Well, it means, Bones, that you know, you can love a lot of people in this world, but there's only one person you love the most.
Dr. Brennan: But how do you know which person you love the most when you're confused by chemical messages travelling throughout your limbic system?
Agent Booth: You just do.
Dr. Brennan: ...What if you let that person get away?
Agent Booth: That person's not going anywhere.
For Your Viewing Pleasure
Reblog, anyone? HAHAH
I just received this letter in the mail today. Rachel, March 5th, 2004 Dear me in 2011, I am in 5th grade. Miss Socier is really nice! I CAN DRIVE! :) I want nice teachers in 12th grade. I want to go to a good college too! I hope I have the same best friends I have now. I like piano still, and violin. Frank Shih and Chang-Mei-Hung are my teachers. I want Charli Milliron, Erica Porto, and Liz...
Give Me Your Eyes
“The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.” -Their Eyes Were Watching God; Zora Neale Hurston
For the Sleepwalkers
Tonight I want to say something wonderful for the sleepwalkers who have so much faith in their legs, so much faith in the invisible arrow carved into the carpet, the worn path that leads to the stairs instead of the window, the gaping doorway instead of the seamless mirror. I love the way that sleepwalkers are willing to step out of their bodies into the night, to raise their arms and welcome...
Owen Meany: CAN YOU SEE HER?
Johnny Wheelwright: Not anymore.
Owen: YOU CAN'T SEE HER, BUT YOU KNOW SHE'S STILL THERE--RIGHT?
Johnny: Of course she's still there!
Owen: YOU'RE SURE?
Johnny: Of course I'm sure!
Owen: BUT YOU CAN'T SEE HER. HOW DO YOU KNOW SHE'S STILL THERE IF YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY SEE HER?
Johnny: Because I know she's still there--because I know she couldn't have gone anywhere--because I just know!
Owen: YOU HAVE NO DOUBT SHE'S THERE?
Johnny: Of course I have no doubt!
Owen: BUT YOU CAN'T SEE HER--YOU COULD BE WRONG.
Johnny: No, I'm not wrong--she's there, I know she's there!
Owen: YOU ABSOLUTELY KNOW SHE'S THERE--EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN'T SEE HER?
Owen: WELL, NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT GOD. I CAN'T SEE HIM--BUT I ABSOLUTELY KNOW HE'S THERE!
Photography is about so much more than the posed image or what you set up;...– Amelia Strauss
I don’t know how I first got into photography. I still don’t know why I love it so much. Something about getting the correct composition has always interested me, even when I only had my point and shoot. Nowadays I keep having these “visions” of shots I want to capture. They’re perfectly composed and processed in my head, just waiting to be brought to life. However,...
I’m holding my quick release remote in all of them. With that in mind, it makes all the pictures look awkward. HAHA
I Teared Up
Hi, I have not left a comment on your blip. I am so sorry. I will do that tonight. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you. I am proud of you not just because you take good pictures, getting good grades, accepting by UOM and etc. All the above are excellent accomplishments. There is a side of you that you make me proud. I am so proud of you that you are full of life. You...
you've got it all
ireeen: “There are plenty of smart and talented people out there, that’s a given. But what makes you great and what will really count in the end is your attitude and how you embrace your life. That’s what people will appreciate and love the most. You’ve got it all—don’t ever let go of it!” Call it egotistical, but it’s exactly what I needed to hear. Just a little reminder that “perfection”...