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Name: Anna
Interests: Playing with Slinkys. Books of many sorts. Misunderstanding people on purpose. Laughing at the little things.
Expertise: Absent-mindedness in general. Very easily amused and distracted too -- oh look, it's raining!! *runs off*
Occupation: Homemaker-in-Training
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Member Since:
4/22/2005
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| When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word - what a glory He sheds on our way!While we do His good will; He abides with us still, and with all who will trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies, but His smile quickly drives it away;Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear, can abide while we trust and obey.
Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share, but our toil He doth richly repay;Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross, but is blest if we trust and obey.
But we never can prove the delights of His love until all on the altar we lay;For the favor He shows and the joy He bestows are for them who will trust and obey.
Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet or we'll walk by His side in the way;What He says we will do, where He sends we will go; never fear, only trust and obey.
Sorry for the funky formatting. *No* idea how that happened. Copied and pasted from a chat with a friend from ages ago. (the chat, not the friend.)
In other news, life is crazy and exhausting. Purty much. Yeah. :) And God is ever faithful. Especially when things are crazy and exhausting. And the little things - the slipping pearls - really are the sweetest.
"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string." ~Anne of Avonlea
:)
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| So...So. Last-last September, I posted this.... ::waits for you to go and read it, *ahem*::
Back again? Thank you. :)
Well. That one guy who walked me out to my car? (who, incidentally, was a great source of that laughter that night at Mike (and Dan too)'s birthday party.)
He and I became good friends, mostly over gtalk, this past year. And for some reason - I've mostly given up trying to figure out why - he became interested in me as, well, more than a good friend about two months ago. I was unaware of this at the time - seeing him as a good friend, yes, but nothing more. Well, as he began praying seriously about this new idea, and became more intentional with our friendship, God began leading my thoughts towards him more often. I began praying about him - mostly in a, "Lord, this is new - what do I do with this!?" way. :) But also seeking wisdom and grace - and God so abundantly blessed me in that time of uncertain liking! Such peace. Our God blesses us more than we ask or think.
Anyways. My friend called my dad one night to set up a meeting when he would be in town again (he lives out in Las Cruses, NM, btw.) Much to his surprise, my dad was open - more than that, excited - to the idea of a courtship between us.
I was, rather, too. :)
So yes. That is my news. As of March 8th - or ninth? we talked pretty late that evening... - I am being courted by a dear and wonderful friend, and very excited to see where God leads us. Prayer would be so appreciated, though! for much wisdom and patience - as he does live a whole state away, the latter comes into play easily. :)
(and i apologize if this doesn't really make sense - I've been sick all day, and thus not thinking the clearest. :)
PS - his version of the story here...
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| Be still and know...Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is holy
Be still, O restless soul of mine
Bow before the Prince of peace
Let the noise and clamor cease
Be still
Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is faithful
Consider all that he has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change
Be still
Be Still, and know that He is God
Be Still, and know that He is God
Be Still, and know that He is God
Be Still; Be speechless
Be still and know that he is God
Be still and know he is our Father
Come rest your head upon his breast
Listen to the rhythm of his unfailing heart of love
Beating for His little ones
Calling each of us to come
Be still, Be still
- Be Still and Know, Steven Curtis Chapman; a Denver song...
As I told a good (very good) friend of mine a few weeks ago... God is holy and faithful and good, and that makes all the difference in the world. It really does.
Annnnd... I have some news. But later. It kinda deserves more thought and time than I can devote to it right this second. 
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| "In the prime of life, the cerebral cortex contains 25 billion neurons linked through 164 trillion synapses.
Thoughts thread through 7.4 million miles of dendrite fibers and 62,000 miles of axons so compacted that the entire neural network is no larger than a coconut.
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[In] infancy ... the brain produces neurons at a rate of half a million a minute and reaches out to make connections 2 million times a second."
Words fail. That's pretty much astounding. Yeah.
"Now... to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus, throughout all generations, forever and ever amen!"
Only I know that verse from a song, and I forget the reference, but that sums it up. | | |
| "...He lived where dreams were born." On an Emily Dickinson kick.Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag today
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards--day!
To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.
Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow.
Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings.
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
Then crouch within the door.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore
Has sated flame's conditions,
Its quivering substance plays
Without a color but the light
Of unanointed blaze.
Least village boasts its blacksmith,
Whose anvil's even din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs within,
Refining these impatient ores
With hammer and with blaze,
Until the designated light
Repudiate the forge.
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