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Name: Kelsey
Birthday: 7/2/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Literature, Movies, Music, People, Swimming, Horseback-riding, Driving
Expertise: Listening.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
3/22/2007
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| TLC?Why is it that girls think they can change the not so nice guys they've unfortunately fallen for? When someone tries to change you, do you willingly do what they ask, or become indignant, 'how dare they try and tell me what to do, don't they love me for who I am?' It's absurd really, to think we can force someone to be how we want them to be, even if it's because we see potential that they're not living up to. For some reason this usually ends up with the girl trying her hardest to love on a guy and make him happy enough, with the expectation that he'll love her back, and want to change willingly for her. I've almost never seen this work.
Tyler once said something to me and I thought it very wise of him. "Kelsey, every guy has the potential to be a great guy, but that doesn't mean he is."
Caner said something similar recently in reference to girls who think they can just love a jerk into niceness. "You can love a three-legged dog all you want, but it's still a three-legged dog."
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| springtime and mudI know I've neglected this. Chalk it up to a selective perfectionist not wanting to put down something as incoherent as how the thoughts actually are in her head. :)
It's visibly springtime here in Lynchburg. The cherry blossoms have begun sifting down to cover the sidewalks and Cassi and I got into an argument about whether her little yellow flower was a weed or a buttercup. While it's absolutely beautiful to watch all the flowers pop up and everything is a brighter shade of green, something else comes with spring. Rain. Something you should know about Virginia. There's no dirt, it's clay. Red sticky clay that'll stain your clothes, and even your skin if you're not careful. So when it rains, there's puddles of orange watery muck all over campus, just waiting for you to stop paying attention and get your foot good and icky.
Lately I've felt a little stuck. I've got both feet planted firmly in the muck and I'm not quite sure how to get out. Every time I lift one foot to try and step out the other sinks farther in. Strangely enough, there's a part of me that's thankful for all the hard things I've gone through over the past several months, as I can see where it's brought me closer to God. I am well aware of my pride and how much I rely on myself completely when I'm unstuck and happy. I forget he's a jealous God. I forget he's willing to break me if that's what it takes to bring me closer.
Even though I may be afraid of Virginia clay, the Potter isn't.
"O Lord, Help me to approach thee with becoming conception of thy nature, relations and designs.Thou inhabitest eternity, and my life is nothing before thee; Thou dwellest in the highest heaven and this cannot contain thee; I live in a house of clay. Thy power is almighty; I am crushed before the moth. Thy understanding is infinite; I know nothing as I ought to know. Thou canst not behold evil; I am vile. In m ignorance, weakness, fears, depressions, may thy spirit help my infirmities with supplies of wisdom, strength and comfort. Let me faithfully study my character, be willing to bring it to light, observe myself in my trials, judge the reality and degree of my grace, consider how I have been ensnared or overcome. Grant that I may never trust my heart, depend upon any past experiences, magnify any present resolutions, but be strong in the grace of Jesus: that I may know how to obtain relief from a guilty conscience without feeling reconciled to my imperfections. Sustain me under my trials and improve them to me; give me grace to rest in thee, and assure me of deliverance. May I always combine thy majesty with thy mercy, and connect thy goodness with thy greatness. Then shall my heart always rejoice in praises to thee." - Puritan Prayer
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| FriendshipTo Millie. This song always reminds me of you. Enjoy.
I am long on staying
I am slow to leave
Especially when it comes to you my friend
You have taught me to slow down
And to prop up my feet
It's the fine art of being who I am
And I can't figure out
Why you want me around
I'm not the smartest person I have ever met
But somehow that doesn't matter
No it never really mattered to you at all
And at the risk of wearing out my welcome
At the risk of self-discovery
I'll take every moment
And every minute that you'll give me
And I can think of time when families all lived together
Four generations in one house
And the table was full of good food
And friends and neighbors
That's not how we like it now
Cause if you sit at home you're a loser
Couldn't you find anything better to do
Well no I couldn't think of one thing
I would rather waste my time on than sitting here with you
And at the risk of wearing out my welcome
At the risk of self-discovery
I'll take every moment
And every minute that you'll give me
And I wish all the people I love the most
Could gather in one place
And know each other and love each other well
And I wish we could all go camping
And lay beneath the stars
And have nothing to do and stories to tell
We'd sit around the campfire
And we'd make each other laugh remembering when
You're the first one I'm inviting
Always know that you're invited, my friend
And at the risk of wearing out my welcome
At the risk of self-discovery
I'll take every moment
And every minute that you'll give me
Every moment and every minute that you'll give me
Every moment and every minute that you'll give me
Every minute
Every Minute - Sara Groves
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| In 24 hours I will be getting in my car and leaving to go home for the Christmas break. I've been saying goodbyes and packing and cleaning and wandering around and ever shrinking dorm. I'd forgotten how much I hate this part of college. My roommate, whom I adore, is most likely not coming back next semester. Another friend, whom I should not be friends with, but since I am foolish, I am, is not returning next semester as well. Fears that I didn't realize were ingrained so deeply in me have been brought to light this semester. I have grown and fallen in so many ways. This semester has brought me to a fuller understanding of the words, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
I have learned:
that best friends are absolutely irreplaceable and completely necessary for survival.
that just because you want someone to be a decent human being doesn't mean they are.
that I cannot will myself to stop caring for a person.
that God is always with me.
that wasting pain is foolish, much wiser to let it draw me to Christ.
that my parents are really smart people, and know what they're talking about.
I have experienced:
butterflies from something new.
pain from past wounds and new ones.
the peace that passes all understanding.
longings for true friends now far away from me.
challenges from new obstacles.
intense hunger from lack of pop-tarts.
boredom..
heartbreak.
laughter.
love.
life.
Yes, it has definitely been a growing season. I am ready to go home and breathe for a bit now.
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