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Name: Amy Suzanne
Country: Belgium
Metro: Brussels
Birthday: 6/1/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: I'm in Brussels doing my internship right now, but I plan to be back in December.
I'm interested in things like God and social justice and education. And manic silliness and world travel and transcending heaven and earth.
I'm a quality time.
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AIM:  amyshizam
Yahoo:  amy_shizam_voss
Member Since:
12/20/2004
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| DrugParis is a drug for dreamers.
blissful addiction invoking transcendence
Soul laid bare
liquid of transparency- this wanderer drinks it in sometime
between vespers and morning watch
Shaking off resistance, she allows herself to be changed by it.
Every revolution needs a revolutionary
... and she knows it's not her alone.
But selflessness finds relevance in the musings of an intoxicated servant.
Already squirting priceless paint on her palette-
Faith that there's another canvas in the stash.
Pure white.
New day.
Hope in this revolution of love.
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| My xanga is not dead. It just had a break.
The boxer and the mutt that I am sitting woke me up for breakfast at
5:30. I played dead. They pawed at my head, rested their
chins on my back, and then they cried.
I graduated from college yesterday. Fifth year was the grace year.
I made a list of things that God had done in my life during this time
in Auburn and it was pretty intensive. I don't know who I was
five years ago. A couple of weeks ago, at 3 am and after some
great campus climbing, Daniel Farris asked me what had happened to me
during college that was so impactful. I looked at him blankly...
I didn't know how to even begin to organize my thoughts to articulate
my feeblest understanding of what revelations and experiences have had
most effect on the way that I think and live. Later Ginger gave
me an assignment to make a list, so I did. You can read it below,
if you so desire. The testimony of Jesus in the spirit of
prophecy.
Right now I'm housesitting in Auburn, and moving on Monday to the
Phoenix Building Lofts in downtown Birmingham. Starting the
following week, I will be working in the Education department at the
McWane Science Center, less than a block away. Kelly Fly, who
also just landed her dream [secular] job, will be living with me. I
once wrote in my journal that any endeavors in purely secular work will
probably be pretty short-lived, but I think that season is here, and
I'm going to milk it for all it's worth.
Incomplete and unchronologed as it is: Wow, I feel like I'm exposing my soul.
- God brought me to his banqueting table; He showed me what it is to be loved by my peers.
- God freed me from a demonic, generational "leaning" towards control, perfectionism, and opressive anxiety.
- God brought restoration to my relationship with my Dad.
- God blessed me and showed me favor in academics.
- God took me around his world; showed me diversity and cultures,
and placed in me a love for the nations. I began to separate my
faith from my culture.
- God baptized this skeptic with his Holy Spirit and with fire and
placed in me a desire to see the gifts of the Spirit in my life.
- God put in me a zeal for science education. Rocking my
other plans, he promised that if I was obedient, I wouldn't be bored.
- God taught me what it is to be discipled and be a discipler.
- God protected me from unhealthy dating relationships. I
viewed what great dating relationships can look like and learned to set
my standards high. I was surrounded with people that fulfilled my
companionship need.
- God allowed me to experience deepest sorrow and ecstatic joy, solitude and community.
- God showed me fruit of my labor. He taught me that his yoke
is easy and his burden is light. The mind controlled by the
Spirit is life and peace.
- God illustrated his heart for humanity in the pain of unrequited love.
- God revealed my identity.
- God taught me to lean on him, showing me his gentleness, romancing me with his love.
- God gave me himself, lovingly, patiently correcting my religious tendencies.
- God taught me about worship and about prayer.
- God freed me from poverty and placed me among kings.
- God put in me leadership and communication skills that were not there before.
- God taught me the value of conflict and of correction, teaching me how to speak the truth in love.
- God let me work under just, loving, encouraging authority and
unjust, controlling, deceitful authority. It took both for me to
really get it in my heart that either way, what people think about me
doesn't really matter.
- God told me to change the way that I think, and then held my hand every step of the way and now.
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| The bagel that I am eating is merely a platform for my cream cheese.
I worked with a guy at Oak Ridge last summer that said Baggle- as if it rhymes with haggle. What a loser. (j/k)
This morning I parked my car in my favorite free parking and Lauren P (soon to be Lauren O) pulled up next to me, and we discussed our inability to follow normal routine on Friday. Neither of us ever shower. haha. Blessed be the tie that binds.
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| Just to clarify: I am not promoting the ideas presented in my last blog entry. It was merely a response to what I was reading.
I'm with Jessi and Allison at the library, except I'm reading an awesome book about Amy Carmichael instead of studying. I love living in Auburn and not being a real student. | | |
| I'm reading a book about our shortcomings in educational equity- not by choice, because I'm definitely not that scholarly, but for an assignment- and the first chapter was about the case for separate schools for black students. Turns out that school systems in Detroit, Milwaukee, Miami, Baltimore, and New York are looking at experimental schools "designed to meet the specific needs of African American boys." Talk about heated debate- the premise for the argument is that if the students are not getting what they need in a traditional educational environment, they may perform better in a school designed for their (rather stereotypical) needs. And listen to this crazy statistic: An African American boy who was born in California in 1988 is three times more likely to be murdered than to be admitted to the University of California (Fortune Magazine).
All this is relavant because Monday- Thursday I teach four classes of high school juniors and seniors who are tagged for remedial help in sciences and mathematics. Some days it sucks. Other days I have a blast. In the past couple of weeks I've gotten really good at their names; almost all my students are black... they have such seemingly complex names, and I feel such a sense of accomplishment about it.
Life is gravy. This semester is turning out quite nicely. | | |
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