stories:
-once at a christian youth centre I went to the bathroom while there was a concert and when I locked the door, the door knob fell off in my hand..meanwhile the concert had ended and they were just beginning the 'talk' and i wasn't about to start yelling in front of all those kids that I was locked in the bathroom...with some frantic whispers to my friend outside the door and a desperate effort to shove the doorknob back on, it opened. Thankyou Father.
-my sister got locked in the bathroom today for like 20mns..yelling and whining that the room was getting hotter and hotter...my dad finally freed her.darn.
THE END
[when inspired I shall write some more stories]
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
my tribute to those I miss
in a missing mood....I miss...
..Emily Jones--all our good talks, picking up wherever we left off--girl I have been praying for you..
..Catherine Treme--Cat, you have no idea how much I miss just being able to call you you up and hang out and have a blast--good friends aren't always so accessible--can you please come up here and bring some good tunes so we can rock out!
..my fav spot on Thetis Island--this tree that resided in a particular cove, its branches curved around like two arms and I would climb up there to sit, feeling like God Himself was wrapping His arms around me
..Heather, Karin, and Lexi: girls I miss our talks, our pranks, our dance parties, our adventures--still blown away everytime I think about how God worked in us as sisters that amazing year..I miss sleeping on the dock and freezing our butts off, sneaking out to boys' cabins and stealing shoes and the look on their faces that next morning..the 'pen' dance...singing 'wade in the water' with laundry baskets on our heads..man I'm gonna write a whole other blog on chbc stuff that I miss I think--there's so much...
..Jess--my mentor, friend, sister in Christ--man you really really spoke so incredibly into my life all throughout high school and after..my goal is to be as good and as strong a leader for someone as you were for me
..warm South Carolinian weather...I hate the cold...don't think I'll ever cherish it.
..Folly Beach--sitting on the boardwalk playing guitar, walking along that gorgeous stretch of ocean and sky, dophins, surfing/boogieboarding..
..Janie--remember that time we were too young to sign for ourselves for surfing so that kayaker did it..ha that was the best..man I really miss your energy/craziness, good times.
..England--gorgeous countryside, farmhouse chock full of memories that pull me in no matter how old I am..
..concerts at NBT--man I miss DSB shows especially, rocking out, everyone singing/yelling the words, ppl jumping off stage, the lights, the crowd...it was a rush..
..pushing my sister in a barrel down a hill in the Village.
..Caitlin Wood--you were my first good girlfriend here and I still don't think you realize how much of a treasure your friendship has been to me...
..Jen --let's go back to the poo-tree.more photo shoots need to be done.
..bonfires at Dan Huizengas with everyone home and voices mixed with guitars, and the fire just enough to push the cold back from our circle
..driving that car of ryan's thru the woods at night, no doors, swinging around like a crazy bunch of lunatics.
..rd tripping with the boy I love
..rd tripping with Hannah and Laura--water guns, silly string, lais, flat tire, that adventure had the works
..throwing water balloons over a hedge at people on the island
..playing guitar in a smoky firelit setting with four boys, a harmonica, some banned oysters, stolen bread, and some poetry readings..
..climbing up thru shadows that split giant trees in half with their display and moss covered rocks that looked like buildings in the forest..a little rope to guide us up to a view that was better than anything I've ever seen before--mnts, ocean, man I miss Malibu..
..Jay when he's away at school..
..toilet papering ppl's houses in the dark and squealing away like the true night bandits we were..
..I could go on, and on and on, cuz life is so grand, but I must cut it short or else I will never stop...but I needed to get this out cuz I was in a missing mood.
..Emily Jones--all our good talks, picking up wherever we left off--girl I have been praying for you..
..Catherine Treme--Cat, you have no idea how much I miss just being able to call you you up and hang out and have a blast--good friends aren't always so accessible--can you please come up here and bring some good tunes so we can rock out!
..my fav spot on Thetis Island--this tree that resided in a particular cove, its branches curved around like two arms and I would climb up there to sit, feeling like God Himself was wrapping His arms around me
..Heather, Karin, and Lexi: girls I miss our talks, our pranks, our dance parties, our adventures--still blown away everytime I think about how God worked in us as sisters that amazing year..I miss sleeping on the dock and freezing our butts off, sneaking out to boys' cabins and stealing shoes and the look on their faces that next morning..the 'pen' dance...singing 'wade in the water' with laundry baskets on our heads..man I'm gonna write a whole other blog on chbc stuff that I miss I think--there's so much...
..Jess--my mentor, friend, sister in Christ--man you really really spoke so incredibly into my life all throughout high school and after..my goal is to be as good and as strong a leader for someone as you were for me
..warm South Carolinian weather...I hate the cold...don't think I'll ever cherish it.
..Folly Beach--sitting on the boardwalk playing guitar, walking along that gorgeous stretch of ocean and sky, dophins, surfing/boogieboarding..
..Janie--remember that time we were too young to sign for ourselves for surfing so that kayaker did it..ha that was the best..man I really miss your energy/craziness, good times.
..England--gorgeous countryside, farmhouse chock full of memories that pull me in no matter how old I am..
..concerts at NBT--man I miss DSB shows especially, rocking out, everyone singing/yelling the words, ppl jumping off stage, the lights, the crowd...it was a rush..
..pushing my sister in a barrel down a hill in the Village.
..Caitlin Wood--you were my first good girlfriend here and I still don't think you realize how much of a treasure your friendship has been to me...
..Jen --let's go back to the poo-tree.more photo shoots need to be done.
..bonfires at Dan Huizengas with everyone home and voices mixed with guitars, and the fire just enough to push the cold back from our circle
..driving that car of ryan's thru the woods at night, no doors, swinging around like a crazy bunch of lunatics.
..rd tripping with the boy I love
..rd tripping with Hannah and Laura--water guns, silly string, lais, flat tire, that adventure had the works
..throwing water balloons over a hedge at people on the island
..playing guitar in a smoky firelit setting with four boys, a harmonica, some banned oysters, stolen bread, and some poetry readings..
..climbing up thru shadows that split giant trees in half with their display and moss covered rocks that looked like buildings in the forest..a little rope to guide us up to a view that was better than anything I've ever seen before--mnts, ocean, man I miss Malibu..
..Jay when he's away at school..
..toilet papering ppl's houses in the dark and squealing away like the true night bandits we were..
..I could go on, and on and on, cuz life is so grand, but I must cut it short or else I will never stop...but I needed to get this out cuz I was in a missing mood.
stringing my bow
I could write a really classic emo song right about now..lately it seems like people have been slinging really hurtful arrows at each other...nitty-gritty stuff too, not even stuff that's big enough to cause a ripple, and yet people latch onto tiny comments and string their bows and fire away, no thought to the consequences...why are humans so desparate to be right? such a trivial thing to let a conversation go without getting the last word and yet we hold on to the fight, until its stretched past even the point of recognization...
...how does love hold on so strongly through it all?...how does God bear it? I bet if we were to picture our words as arrows God would be matted with scars...how does He stand us?? with our fickle foundations..one minute we are singing praises in church and embracing Him, the next we have bruised someone so badly it takes a week to recover...God I'm crying out to You right now for peace! Father give us peace! Give us shields, instructions, push us Father to accept the challenge of living a life solely dependant on You...give us dreams Jesus to consistently love...I pray this in the name of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
...how does love hold on so strongly through it all?...how does God bear it? I bet if we were to picture our words as arrows God would be matted with scars...how does He stand us?? with our fickle foundations..one minute we are singing praises in church and embracing Him, the next we have bruised someone so badly it takes a week to recover...God I'm crying out to You right now for peace! Father give us peace! Give us shields, instructions, push us Father to accept the challenge of living a life solely dependant on You...give us dreams Jesus to consistently love...I pray this in the name of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
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