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Birthday: 8/19/1985


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Thursday, November 16, 2006

why is it that when you hurt for somebody it doesn't actually take any of their pain away?  why can't you share in it instead of simply multiplying it?  that sucks.


Wednesday, November 08, 2006


Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay

V

Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Of cold sweet water bubbling underground,
A treacherous messenger, the thought of you
Comes to destroy me; once more I renew
Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found
Long since to be but just one other mound
Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew.
And once again, and wiser in no wise,
I chase your colored phantom on the air,
And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise
And stumble pitifully on to where,
Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes,
Once more I clasp,--and there is nothing there.

Thank you Mr. Moir, I have a new poet that I like.


Wednesday, November 01, 2006

irak

HAHA. 

Kelsey showed me this picture that is a retaliation to Kerry's campaign comment on Monday.  On Monday, he told a group of students that if they neglected their education they'd "get stuck in Iraq."  Not so smart on Kerry's part, but yay for these soldiers with a sense of humor.


Monday, October 30, 2006

Standing at work the other day, behind the sweltering D.C. serving line, I caught a glimpse out of a window far across the room.  It made me long to be outside, enjoying the peace and presence of God.
But then I stopped short, realizing my short-sightedness.  God should be more evident to me in the DC, where I am surrounded by people, than he is out where I isolate myself from the complexities of his people.  Why is this so hard for me to grasp?  That God is ever-present with his people?  That through loving them I receive his love?  So I decided to look for God around me in the D.C.
And I saw him.
I saw him in Corey's desire to be with people.  He comes and stands by the serving line--though he has nothing to say--just to be near other people.  I used to think it was awkwardly strange, but now I think it's beautiful. 
In contrast, I saw the fallen nature of people.  I saw humanity's 'need' to be in control of the things around them.  I saw how we think so highly of ourselves.  This point was punctuated by the constant laughter of a co-worker at her cleverness that only she could see.
And I saw my own impatience.  My frustration mounted when students who came through the line were slow to make a decision on what food they wanted.  My God doesn't even turn his back on me when I make a full-out wrong decision!  And here I am, getting angry and somebody's innocent deliberation.
 
And finally, I saw God most clearly when a conversation came up that took all my defenses down and brought me back to a place of brokenness that I had visited time and time before.  It reminded me again that the Word of the Lord is FLAWLESS and that his ways are perfect.  Hallelujiah that we can find our God in our times of need.
 
If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
-Psalm 139:11-12

 


Friday, October 27, 2006

Russian Mennonite Zwieback is a bread roll formed from two pieces of dough that are pulled apart when eaten. Placing the two balls of dough one on top of the other so that the top one does not fall off during the baking process is part of the art and challenge that must be mastered by the baker. Traditionally, zwieback are baked Saturday and eaten Sunday morning and for afternoon Faspa. Roasted zwieback will last indefinitely and were used for food supplies on journeys [1].

Yuuuumm...I should go on a journey now.  (yeah, I haven't mastered the art.  the dumb rolls were falling apart all over the place)



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