Too much excitement in one weekend! I'm so proud of achievements and excitements and blessings!
I'm not sure how much of this I can take.
it makes me want to shout
hallelujah
thank you Jesus
Lord, You're worthy
of all the glory
and all the honor
and all the praise
Psalm 139
Danielle wins!
[i was three weeks late...i should have known better than to think she could have kept it a secret]
congratulations. to everyone.
Another generation serving Jesus! Wow! [triplets? *grin*]
Monday, January 31, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
creature of habit...
I did something dramatic. [not causing drama. not even participating in theatre drama. well, i did do that, and i was late for rehersal on thursday, too, but that's not the event to which i am referring]
I changed my AIM buddy icon.
Yes, I know. Scoff. Say 'ha' and stop reading if you want. But I do actually have a point. [i think]
I was thinking about how much of my life is exactly the same. I'm very much a creature of habits.
I always order the same drinks from Starbucks. [first one to get either of my two usual orders correct gets a flipping awesome sweet prize] I put my contacts in my eyes in the same order every morning. I sleep in the same curled up position every night. [after i ritually toss and turn in a specific pattern. i just recently noticed that i always do the same things as i'm falling asleep. it's almost scary]
So, why is it that I have a year-old picture in my blogger profile? [someone said that the pictures you like the most and give to people show who you wish you were, how you want to be seen. i'd have to admit that that angelic-in-pink girl in the picture is not the usual emelina. and definitely not in the mornings] Why is changing from Eowyn to Deb such a big deal in my life? [i'm actually probably going to switch back. we'll see]
What does it all mean?
I think God created us to be creatures of habit. He is orderly and precise God, never changing, and I believe that part of the order that He is has been expressed in us. If it wasn't for the problem of sin, we would habitually worship Him.
Is there a pattern of Jesus in your life? Do you consistantly spend time with Him and adore Him? The beautiful thing about Jesus is that, while He is constant, He never becomes mundane, as most habits do. In pursuing Him, and Him alone, there is ever increasing joy! His character is so immense, His presence and Being so uncomparable that one never has to fear losing interest in the Prize.
Are you, Creature of Habit, forever loving your Creator more?
the only thing that isn't meaningless to me
is Jesus Christ and the way He set me free
I changed my AIM buddy icon.
Yes, I know. Scoff. Say 'ha' and stop reading if you want. But I do actually have a point. [i think]
I was thinking about how much of my life is exactly the same. I'm very much a creature of habits.
I always order the same drinks from Starbucks. [first one to get either of my two usual orders correct gets a flipping awesome sweet prize] I put my contacts in my eyes in the same order every morning. I sleep in the same curled up position every night. [after i ritually toss and turn in a specific pattern. i just recently noticed that i always do the same things as i'm falling asleep. it's almost scary]
So, why is it that I have a year-old picture in my blogger profile? [someone said that the pictures you like the most and give to people show who you wish you were, how you want to be seen. i'd have to admit that that angelic-in-pink girl in the picture is not the usual emelina. and definitely not in the mornings] Why is changing from Eowyn to Deb such a big deal in my life? [i'm actually probably going to switch back. we'll see]
What does it all mean?
I think God created us to be creatures of habit. He is orderly and precise God, never changing, and I believe that part of the order that He is has been expressed in us. If it wasn't for the problem of sin, we would habitually worship Him.
Is there a pattern of Jesus in your life? Do you consistantly spend time with Him and adore Him? The beautiful thing about Jesus is that, while He is constant, He never becomes mundane, as most habits do. In pursuing Him, and Him alone, there is ever increasing joy! His character is so immense, His presence and Being so uncomparable that one never has to fear losing interest in the Prize.
Are you, Creature of Habit, forever loving your Creator more?
the only thing that isn't meaningless to me
is Jesus Christ and the way He set me free
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
illegitimate apparel...
'So...when were you there?'
'Huh?' The small coffee shop had been empty the last time she looked up from her book.
'In London. Your shirt says London. When were you there?'
'Oh. That. Ha, no. I've never been there,' she explained. 'I've never even been out of the United States, unless you count a quick jaunt to Tijuana when I was like, eight.'
'Then why...' he began, and she interrupted. 'Ehn. Gap Outlet. And 'cause I'm a sucker for baseball shirts.'
'Ah. I see.' He pulled out the chair across from her. 'Mind if I sit down?'
She shook her head and began to gather up the reams of notebook paper that had slowly covered the entire table over the last several hours.
'But, I'm going to go there someday, you know.'
'Where?'
'London.'
'Oh, right.'
'Right after I see Broadway shows and run around New Orleans and go to a Jazz Club and learn to dance and read everything C.S. Lewis ever wrote and climb a volcano and attend the Oscars and publish a book.'
He raised his latte, smiling, and in a truly Casablanca moment, said, 'Well, then, here's to your dreams, kid.'
when i am brave
i will fly away
when i am brave
i'll finally love you
*sigh* At least, that's how it should have happened...for now, though, I'll start with the homework.
'Huh?' The small coffee shop had been empty the last time she looked up from her book.
'In London. Your shirt says London. When were you there?'
'Oh. That. Ha, no. I've never been there,' she explained. 'I've never even been out of the United States, unless you count a quick jaunt to Tijuana when I was like, eight.'
'Then why...' he began, and she interrupted. 'Ehn. Gap Outlet. And 'cause I'm a sucker for baseball shirts.'
'Ah. I see.' He pulled out the chair across from her. 'Mind if I sit down?'
She shook her head and began to gather up the reams of notebook paper that had slowly covered the entire table over the last several hours.
'But, I'm going to go there someday, you know.'
'Where?'
'London.'
'Oh, right.'
'Right after I see Broadway shows and run around New Orleans and go to a Jazz Club and learn to dance and read everything C.S. Lewis ever wrote and climb a volcano and attend the Oscars and publish a book.'
He raised his latte, smiling, and in a truly Casablanca moment, said, 'Well, then, here's to your dreams, kid.'
when i am brave
i will fly away
when i am brave
i'll finally love you
*sigh* At least, that's how it should have happened...for now, though, I'll start with the homework.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
wandering words...
I hate posting when I have nothing to say.
However, as was discussed earlier tonight, a. one feels attached to one's blog and hates to neglect a dear posession, and b. when one's thriving fanclub[male] members are ignored, they become dissatisfied and quickly seek entertainment in other forms.
Gosh, I hate saying this, but I'm too busy to be poetic or thoughtful or purposed with my words, therefore I disregard posting.
I'm a student, an office slave, a starlet, a friend, a computer consultant, a mentor, and a girl. [the order is still in negotiations]
The snow from our storm is melting and you can see the sidewalks again. [finally. it's no fun to have to hike the hill in slippery slush. feels like you're walking in slow-motion, except it's less cool] Some stupid birds think it's spring, but I'm pretty sure [and hopeful] that the White Witch is still in power and that this is 'just a thaw, majesty.' I have only made one snow angel and exchanged 2 snowballs in battle, so there had better be more coming.
And so, little french blog and faithful readers, I humbly beg for your forgiveness and repent of my neglect.
Here's to a better, more structured and productive tomorrow.
However, as was discussed earlier tonight, a. one feels attached to one's blog and hates to neglect a dear posession, and b. when one's thriving fanclub[male] members are ignored, they become dissatisfied and quickly seek entertainment in other forms.
Gosh, I hate saying this, but I'm too busy to be poetic or thoughtful or purposed with my words, therefore I disregard posting.
I'm a student, an office slave, a starlet, a friend, a computer consultant, a mentor, and a girl. [the order is still in negotiations]
The snow from our storm is melting and you can see the sidewalks again. [finally. it's no fun to have to hike the hill in slippery slush. feels like you're walking in slow-motion, except it's less cool] Some stupid birds think it's spring, but I'm pretty sure [and hopeful] that the White Witch is still in power and that this is 'just a thaw, majesty.' I have only made one snow angel and exchanged 2 snowballs in battle, so there had better be more coming.
And so, little french blog and faithful readers, I humbly beg for your forgiveness and repent of my neglect.
Here's to a better, more structured and productive tomorrow.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
frosty thoughts...
scrunch, scrunch, scrunch
only a few steps out the door
and my nose is completely froze
walking to sage for the beginning
of play.
the temperature cuts directly
through impenatrable layers
warming silk in theory but
not really.
if i were a fairy tale right now
i would be the one about
the ice queen.
familiar sounds
there is someone talking
and laughing in my room.
deja vu.
then i realized why i felt the
the same. she sounds exactly
like you.
if i shut my eyes tight and
touch my nose i can pretend
you're here.
only a few steps out the door
and my nose is completely froze
walking to sage for the beginning
of play.
the temperature cuts directly
through impenatrable layers
warming silk in theory but
not really.
if i were a fairy tale right now
i would be the one about
the ice queen.
familiar sounds
there is someone talking
and laughing in my room.
deja vu.
then i realized why i felt the
the same. she sounds exactly
like you.
if i shut my eyes tight and
touch my nose i can pretend
you're here.
Friday, January 21, 2005
a star is born...
Though she's always been somewhat of a drama queen, the role of Mrs. Yang in The Good Woman of Szechwan is is Emelina's theatrical debut. Her previous off-stage dramatic experience includes five years of forensics, two years of coaching a high school forensics club, several years in the Reliving Radio re-enactment troupe, and countless hours of posing in front of the mirror. Emily, an English Major at Hillsdale, hopes to someday attend film school in Austin, Texas. She is currently missing the rest of her family in Portland, Oregon, and friends all across the country. Enjoy the production!
The Good Woman of Szechwan
Hillsdale College Tower Players
March 9-13, 2005
be there. with flowers.
The Good Woman of Szechwan
Hillsdale College Tower Players
March 9-13, 2005
be there. with flowers.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
if, then II...
If Helen of Troy had the face that launched a thousand ships...
Then I have the face that launched a thousand Hillsdale Applications.
And I auditioned for a play tonight. [The Good Woman of Szechwan] Back again tomorrow night for the second round. Pretty confident, though...since there are 30+ roles and only about 25 people there tonight.
Then I have the face that launched a thousand Hillsdale Applications.
And I auditioned for a play tonight. [The Good Woman of Szechwan] Back again tomorrow night for the second round. Pretty confident, though...since there are 30+ roles and only about 25 people there tonight.
numbers...
The number of:
Deer outside my window when I woke up Sunday: 9
Classes on Wednesday: 3
Classes that don't start til Monday because the Prof was in Spain: 2
Work hours per week: 10-12
New English Professors I adore: 1
People in Greek II class: 11
Wheat Thins I ate for lunch: 13 [with tuna salad]
History Essays this semester: 7
Empty hangers in my closet: 2
Outrageously too many minutes I spent getting ready this morning: 40
Stale fortune cookies consumed: .2
Books bought this semester: 1
Interns I miss: 11
Movies I've watched since arriving: 1.4
Inches of new snow this morning: 2.5
Pairs of shoes lined up in my closet: 4
Blankets on my bed: 2
Fat deer currently outside my window: 2 [shotgun. need shotgun]
New pet plants on the shelf: 1
Hours I slept last night: 8
Subjects discussed with Esther after the final roomie 'goodnight': 4
Non-homework books I'm in the middle of reading: 4
Degrees of coldness yesterday: -3
Deer outside my window when I woke up Sunday: 9
Classes on Wednesday: 3
Classes that don't start til Monday because the Prof was in Spain: 2
Work hours per week: 10-12
New English Professors I adore: 1
People in Greek II class: 11
Wheat Thins I ate for lunch: 13 [with tuna salad]
History Essays this semester: 7
Empty hangers in my closet: 2
Outrageously too many minutes I spent getting ready this morning: 40
Stale fortune cookies consumed: .2
Books bought this semester: 1
Interns I miss: 11
Movies I've watched since arriving: 1.4
Inches of new snow this morning: 2.5
Pairs of shoes lined up in my closet: 4
Blankets on my bed: 2
Fat deer currently outside my window: 2 [shotgun. need shotgun]
New pet plants on the shelf: 1
Hours I slept last night: 8
Subjects discussed with Esther after the final roomie 'goodnight': 4
Non-homework books I'm in the middle of reading: 4
Degrees of coldness yesterday: -3
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
my revolution...
[cheesy SheDaisy theme song of the semester]
learning to turn the outside inside out
having the courage to find what life is all about
loving so purely can surely melt a frozen heart
knowing sometimes all over's
the perfect place to start
welcome to my revolution
lucky you, lucky me
the way we were meant to be
this is my one resolution
and i make it with no fear
second chance is what got me here
to live, to love today
cause it's a brand new year
*trumpet fanfare* The Emily of last semester has been banished forever. At least for now.
The Portland Emelina has moved into Mac 107!
I went to a Napoleon Dynomite party last night...as Deb. There were many compliments on the hairstyle. [finally, i'm being told i look like a movie starlet] and it was good to see most people again. [talithaaaaaaaaaaah!]
In other hot news, you may all be jealous of my mad ability to spend only $50 on a total of one [read: UNO] bought book this semester. Oh. Yeah. [thanks to my awesome cousin and schweet sis for the great connections]
Gah! Too much to tell and not enough time for the words. [there will probably be a list summary forthcoming]
And classes begin tomorrow.
resiliently reclaiming me
refining my recovery
untwist my fate, unlock the gate
let's make a little noise
cause it's a brand new year
welcome to my revolution.
learning to turn the outside inside out
having the courage to find what life is all about
loving so purely can surely melt a frozen heart
knowing sometimes all over's
the perfect place to start
welcome to my revolution
lucky you, lucky me
the way we were meant to be
this is my one resolution
and i make it with no fear
second chance is what got me here
to live, to love today
cause it's a brand new year
*trumpet fanfare* The Emily of last semester has been banished forever. At least for now.
The Portland Emelina has moved into Mac 107!
I went to a Napoleon Dynomite party last night...as Deb. There were many compliments on the hairstyle. [finally, i'm being told i look like a movie starlet] and it was good to see most people again. [talithaaaaaaaaaaah!]
In other hot news, you may all be jealous of my mad ability to spend only $50 on a total of one [read: UNO] bought book this semester. Oh. Yeah. [thanks to my awesome cousin and schweet sis for the great connections]
Gah! Too much to tell and not enough time for the words. [there will probably be a list summary forthcoming]
And classes begin tomorrow.
resiliently reclaiming me
refining my recovery
untwist my fate, unlock the gate
let's make a little noise
cause it's a brand new year
welcome to my revolution.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
hi ho from phoenix...
[yesterday]
My last view of sunset over mountains. Even though it's hazy, the sight of the dark brown shadows against a pink and blue sky causes a lump in my throat.
I felt the same way when our plane stopped in the snowy mountains of Nevada earlier. Betsy and I decided that we needed to make some friends there so we could just go live for a while. [has nothing to do with slots. just mountains. really] A comforting thought is that Hillsdale will be snowy, with more expected this week. [and yes, i really am taking the direct route: portland to reno to phoenix to detroit to hillsdale. but for $72, one can handle almost anything]
Flying East isn't just a farewell to the mountains, it's a farewell to a way of life. It's amazing how everything can change so fast. Just a couple of hours from freezing rain to sun and palm trees. Another couple of hours to flat, cold, and culture shock.
I'm wondering if I'm bringing a little more of the friendly, optimistic Portland Emelina with me on this journey than I did in August. I hope she managed to find a way into one of my overstuffed suitcases. [and I told you I wouldn't have as much junk on my return to school. ha!] I wonder if that horrid, moody, anti-social School Emily will have softened a bit into something reasonably palatable. I hope she has. She can't possibly survive long in her last semester's state.
The colors have faded from the sky now. I can barely see the outline of that second step of mountains. Soon it will be only the city lights for comfort.
Bets is telling me about a Jewel song to use at the end of this post. Something about
leaving time again
heading out will all my friends
something, something, something
the blood, the guts, the beer
Hmm. Yeah. I'm not sure it's entirely fitting or appropriate to this post, [or any?] but thanks anyway. You and your fuzzy pink pillow are making this trip quite lovely. [even if you do have to climb over me a lot]
The time has arisen to board yet another [the final] plane...
I miss The Shire.
I spent all my childhood wishing I was off somewhere else.
Off with you on one of your adventures, Bilbo.
My own adventure turned out to be quite different.
My last view of sunset over mountains. Even though it's hazy, the sight of the dark brown shadows against a pink and blue sky causes a lump in my throat.
I felt the same way when our plane stopped in the snowy mountains of Nevada earlier. Betsy and I decided that we needed to make some friends there so we could just go live for a while. [has nothing to do with slots. just mountains. really] A comforting thought is that Hillsdale will be snowy, with more expected this week. [and yes, i really am taking the direct route: portland to reno to phoenix to detroit to hillsdale. but for $72, one can handle almost anything]
Flying East isn't just a farewell to the mountains, it's a farewell to a way of life. It's amazing how everything can change so fast. Just a couple of hours from freezing rain to sun and palm trees. Another couple of hours to flat, cold, and culture shock.
I'm wondering if I'm bringing a little more of the friendly, optimistic Portland Emelina with me on this journey than I did in August. I hope she managed to find a way into one of my overstuffed suitcases. [and I told you I wouldn't have as much junk on my return to school. ha!] I wonder if that horrid, moody, anti-social School Emily will have softened a bit into something reasonably palatable. I hope she has. She can't possibly survive long in her last semester's state.
The colors have faded from the sky now. I can barely see the outline of that second step of mountains. Soon it will be only the city lights for comfort.
Bets is telling me about a Jewel song to use at the end of this post. Something about
leaving time again
heading out will all my friends
something, something, something
the blood, the guts, the beer
Hmm. Yeah. I'm not sure it's entirely fitting or appropriate to this post, [or any?] but thanks anyway. You and your fuzzy pink pillow are making this trip quite lovely. [even if you do have to climb over me a lot]
The time has arisen to board yet another [the final] plane...
I miss The Shire.
I spent all my childhood wishing I was off somewhere else.
Off with you on one of your adventures, Bilbo.
My own adventure turned out to be quite different.
Friday, January 14, 2005
i like it frantic...
Ahhh...
the last day at home.
the noises of packing.
the family up late.
the always one-more-load of laundry.
the hundreds of goodbyes.
the mental lists.
the printing of boarding passes.
the last night in my bed.
the dreams of spring break at home.
I'm going back to Michigan tomorrow, where the high is 16, the trees are bare, and the land is flat. [the cold doesn't bug me, actually]
I am happy in my secure salvation, not in my circumstances.
You're all I want
You're all I've ever needed
You are more than enough for me
I love you, Oregon. I'll be back.
but Spring Semester is going to be better.
the last day at home.
the noises of packing.
the family up late.
the always one-more-load of laundry.
the hundreds of goodbyes.
the mental lists.
the printing of boarding passes.
the last night in my bed.
the dreams of spring break at home.
I'm going back to Michigan tomorrow, where the high is 16, the trees are bare, and the land is flat. [the cold doesn't bug me, actually]
I am happy in my secure salvation, not in my circumstances.
You're all I want
You're all I've ever needed
You are more than enough for me
I love you, Oregon. I'll be back.
but Spring Semester is going to be better.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
chantico muse...
The newest choco-latte from Starbucks sums up last week's events very well. A smallish amount of a very strong excellent substance is enough to keep you going until the next time.
As fun as it was for a short period of time, the five favorites couldn't live in a two bedroom apartment for forever. [i think steph and michael wanted it, anyway] We have to move on so that we can come back together. Scattered returns to families, work, and schools accross the country are hard, but beautiful.
I used to fear that I would never see some people again on this Earth. I don't anymore. I'm not afraid of leaving. Somehow, I know that if we keep honoring Jesus in our lives and our relationships, He will continue to be faithful and bring us back together, like He has so many times already. Friends usually fade, but you [know who you are] haven't. And somehow, even if you did, the memories and fellowship that we have had would be enough. I want more and I am so excited about the future adventures, but I am content with the past.
No regrets.
friends
praying
singing
reading
shopping
starbucks
cooking
laughter
memories
dancing
pictures
music
tears
scrapbooks
predictions
sleeping
hugs
breakers
cellphones
cleaning
wireless
walking
toasting
clothes
espresso
nails
dvds
laptops
smoothies
quotes
post-it notes
encouragment
love
fellowship
Thank you, my friends, for consistantly showing me more of Jesus.
let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. and let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching. hebrews 10:23-25
As fun as it was for a short period of time, the five favorites couldn't live in a two bedroom apartment for forever. [i think steph and michael wanted it, anyway] We have to move on so that we can come back together. Scattered returns to families, work, and schools accross the country are hard, but beautiful.
I used to fear that I would never see some people again on this Earth. I don't anymore. I'm not afraid of leaving. Somehow, I know that if we keep honoring Jesus in our lives and our relationships, He will continue to be faithful and bring us back together, like He has so many times already. Friends usually fade, but you [know who you are] haven't. And somehow, even if you did, the memories and fellowship that we have had would be enough. I want more and I am so excited about the future adventures, but I am content with the past.
No regrets.
friends
praying
singing
reading
shopping
starbucks
cooking
laughter
memories
dancing
pictures
music
tears
scrapbooks
predictions
sleeping
hugs
breakers
cellphones
cleaning
wireless
walking
toasting
clothes
espresso
nails
dvds
laptops
smoothies
quotes
post-it notes
encouragment
love
fellowship
Thank you, my friends, for consistantly showing me more of Jesus.
let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. and let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching. hebrews 10:23-25
Monday, January 10, 2005
kids say...
I spent the day with two of my favorite boys, Andrew and Jonathan! I have been babysitting them for almost seven years and they are two of the sweetest, best, most creative and fun boys you will ever meet. Today was a day filled with card games, crashing trains on the computer trainset, air hockey and foosball [i still lose], a couple of superman cartoons, and the traditional papa murphy's pizza dinner.
Though now he's all grown up [almost 8!], and speaks like an intelligent adult, Jonathan used to have the most adorable babytalk...[yeah, i know, all babytalk is adorable. whatever] He couldn't comprehend how a word could begin with a vowel. Therefore, 'apple' was 'bapple,' his brother was 'Nan-ew' and my sister Abbie [we always argued about who got to go play with the boys. it's the sweetest 'job' ever] was 'Babbie.' I was 'Moie.'
Unfortunatly, my jobs, internship, and college have denied me the priviledge of playing with them very much over the last couple of years. They are such sweet boys, and though tv and attitudes are pretty much non-existant in their house, a little pop culture manages to sneak in. [probably from abbie and me] Playing with the boys tonight reminded me of my favorite 'so fast' story...
A little over a year ago, my schedule finally opened up for a visit. My long absence having apparently erased my name from their general vocabulary, the boys had been calling me 'Babbie' all day. Finally, during dinner, I joked, "Maybe I need to wear a nametag or something!" A then-six years old Jonathan rolls his big brown eyes at me and says with a patronizing grin, 'Duh. Like, I can't read!'
In other news, Happy Birthday to my hott and awesome sister Betsy!
ain't nobody wants to mess with 23...
Though now he's all grown up [almost 8!], and speaks like an intelligent adult, Jonathan used to have the most adorable babytalk...[yeah, i know, all babytalk is adorable. whatever] He couldn't comprehend how a word could begin with a vowel. Therefore, 'apple' was 'bapple,' his brother was 'Nan-ew' and my sister Abbie [we always argued about who got to go play with the boys. it's the sweetest 'job' ever] was 'Babbie.' I was 'Moie.'
Unfortunatly, my jobs, internship, and college have denied me the priviledge of playing with them very much over the last couple of years. They are such sweet boys, and though tv and attitudes are pretty much non-existant in their house, a little pop culture manages to sneak in. [probably from abbie and me] Playing with the boys tonight reminded me of my favorite 'so fast' story...
A little over a year ago, my schedule finally opened up for a visit. My long absence having apparently erased my name from their general vocabulary, the boys had been calling me 'Babbie' all day. Finally, during dinner, I joked, "Maybe I need to wear a nametag or something!" A then-six years old Jonathan rolls his big brown eyes at me and says with a patronizing grin, 'Duh. Like, I can't read!'
In other news, Happy Birthday to my hott and awesome sister Betsy!
ain't nobody wants to mess with 23...
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Saturday, January 08, 2005
but most of all...
the celebrations have happened.
rejoice always
the blessings have been said.
pray without ceasing
the toasts have been made.
in everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
the candles are out.
...you shine as lights in the world, holding fast the word of life
the coffee has been drunk.
desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby
pictures have been taken.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation
the goodbyes have been said.
let the words of my mouth...be acceptable in Your sight
the flights have flown.
but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles
reality is back.
my friends, may you grow in grace
and the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ
to God be the glory now and forever
now and forever amen
and should the Lord bring us back together
may you be in His arms til then
congratulations, michael and stephanie garvey! [i expect a call on february 21st]
pictures and quotes soon.
rejoice always
the blessings have been said.
pray without ceasing
the toasts have been made.
in everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
the candles are out.
...you shine as lights in the world, holding fast the word of life
the coffee has been drunk.
desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby
pictures have been taken.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation
the goodbyes have been said.
let the words of my mouth...be acceptable in Your sight
the flights have flown.
but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles
reality is back.
my friends, may you grow in grace
and the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ
to God be the glory now and forever
now and forever amen
and should the Lord bring us back together
may you be in His arms til then
congratulations, michael and stephanie garvey! [i expect a call on february 21st]
pictures and quotes soon.
Monday, January 03, 2005
out of circulation...
The week of the wedding has arrived. Which means you won't see much of me. However, the cell phone is a constant companion and you can always reach me there...
My girls arrive tomorrow from Florida, Arkansas, Iowa, and Texas! I'm so excited!
Need to pack for spending some days away from the house...
take my life and let it be
a living prayer
my God to Thee
My girls arrive tomorrow from Florida, Arkansas, Iowa, and Texas! I'm so excited!
Need to pack for spending some days away from the house...
take my life and let it be
a living prayer
my God to Thee
Saturday, January 01, 2005
the best of 2004...
The Best of 2004
[mostly likely to be frequently updated. i'm still accepting nominations, too]
best planet: earth
best website: homestar
best blog: emma
best roommate: hannah
best boss: david chapman
best friends: the twelve
best cd: alison krauss and union station 'lonely runs both ways'
best wodehouse book: picadilly jim
best new state: colorado
best new city: indy
best month: june
best new movies: spiderman 2, the village
best old movie: the manchurian candidate
best drivers: johndavid and will
best coffee drink: starbucks coffee frappe with caramel on top
best starbucks locations: off sunnyside rd and in olympia
best hobbit: dominic monaghan
best storm: the one in alabama
best pizza: papa murphy's [not that place in greensville]
best trilogy: lord of the rings
best college party: simpson 3rd floor
best new word: anna's right. it is fondlye. [worst word: goodbye]
best activity: singing
best embarassing moment: the fish and me spending some quality 'together' time in bryce's lake
best pho: abbie
best engagement: stephanie and michael
best senior picture: kates
best dance: polka with talitha
best cousin: joel maynard
best pillow: the brown round one at school
best couple: esther and bryce [frog and toad]
best cast commentary: fellowship of the ring
best ethnic food: hummus
best concert: nickel creek at the roseland
best girl: jessica weaver
best purchase: green jacket and grey wool skirt
best shoes: flip flops
best letter: e
best hair: kristina weaver
best photographer: hunter pittman
best texan: rach
[mostly likely to be frequently updated. i'm still accepting nominations, too]
best planet: earth
best website: homestar
best blog: emma
best roommate: hannah
best boss: david chapman
best friends: the twelve
best cd: alison krauss and union station 'lonely runs both ways'
best wodehouse book: picadilly jim
best new state: colorado
best new city: indy
best month: june
best new movies: spiderman 2, the village
best old movie: the manchurian candidate
best drivers: johndavid and will
best coffee drink: starbucks coffee frappe with caramel on top
best starbucks locations: off sunnyside rd and in olympia
best hobbit: dominic monaghan
best storm: the one in alabama
best pizza: papa murphy's [not that place in greensville]
best trilogy: lord of the rings
best college party: simpson 3rd floor
best new word: anna's right. it is fondlye. [worst word: goodbye]
best activity: singing
best embarassing moment: the fish and me spending some quality 'together' time in bryce's lake
best pho: abbie
best engagement: stephanie and michael
best senior picture: kates
best dance: polka with talitha
best cousin: joel maynard
best pillow: the brown round one at school
best couple: esther and bryce [frog and toad]
best cast commentary: fellowship of the ring
best ethnic food: hummus
best concert: nickel creek at the roseland
best girl: jessica weaver
best purchase: green jacket and grey wool skirt
best shoes: flip flops
best letter: e
best hair: kristina weaver
best photographer: hunter pittman
best texan: rach
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