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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Have you ever had that surreal moment...
You feel in touch with God... but it's 3am and you're in a club...
Or you're walking in the middle of a busy street... you feel this is 'not right and not the place'

I read this from an article about C.S. Lewis this weekend... loved it.
Hope it opens something up for you as it did for me...

It began when 9-year-old Laurence Kriegs, an eager fan of The Chronicles of Narnia, confided to his mother that he was afraid that he loved Aslan the lion (the Christ figure in the series) more than he loved Jesus. Did that make him an idol worshipper? Philinda Kriegs promptly wrote in care of the publisher and told Lewis of her son's confusion. So concerned was the author when he learned of Laurence's distress that the Kriegs had an answer in just 10 days.

"Tell Laurence from me, with my love," Lewis wrote in a detailed letter, " … [He] can't really love Aslan more than Jesus, even if he feels that's what he is doing. For the things he loves Aslan for doing or saying are simply the things Jesus really did and said. So that when Laurence thinks he is loving Aslan, he is really loving Jesus: and perhaps loving Him more than he ever did before. … I don't think he need be bothered at all. God knows all about the way a little boy's imagination works (He made it, after all) … ."

Truth doesn't need a verse attached to it to be true.
All that you loved about Aslan is Jesus.


Friday, June 01, 2007

Being hatched and having hope.

There is so much drama going on at the present, much to do with past mistakes. I’m learning nothing goes unpunished. It’s only a matter of time before someone finds out, and it implodes in your face. I do feel like with all that’s happening in my life at the moment, my eyes have been opened and as much as I’m hurting right now I can only seem to see the light at the end of this dark and winding tunnel. I can only hope, because if I don’t have that I would find myself lost. And I don’t want to be there. That is scary place.

People change for the better or for the worst. I was reading the other day, "It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird, but it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."

I am in the process of being hatched, and that gives me the slightest hope, an ounce of faith, that things are going to get better. Life goes on... whether or not you choose to move along with it.

I’ve made so many silly mistakes over the years. And I’ve paid great prices for them. But I will say that without those mistakes I would not be who I am today. Therefore I don’t regret them. I’ve had to grow up a lot quicker than a lot of people around me and that in and of itself is both a blessing and a curse.

On this day where all seems lost, I really do find myself hoping... greatly. In the depths of my despair I’m hoping. As far as I’m concerned, I’m hurting, but for all the right reasons.

People hurt you. Life is painful. The world is wicked. It’s what you do with what you've learned... you either use it to your advantage or you let it destroy you.

So I leave you with this last quote...
"Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement. " - C.S. Lewis


Thursday, May 24, 2007

tonight ... I feel like dancing. Care to join me?


Ben Kweller - Penny On The Train Track

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Disneyland.

When people ask me why I love Disneyland so much, I have to explain (is an explanation necessary?) that I am a Disney child. I was practically born and raised at Disneyland.

My family lived just 15 minutes away from the park - I could see the fireworks from my backyard each night. I realize now that we were not well-off, but back then we could pack up the car and head to Disneyland with our season pass and a few leftover ticketbooks, and have a marvelous time just being there. There are pictures of my mom on King Arthur's Carousel pregnant with me, pictures of toddler me with a Mickey Mouse ice cream bar all over my face, school-age me in It's A Small World. Our fridge always had half-a-dozen partially eaten giant swirly lollipops, carefully rewrapped and long forgotten.

So when I get to the park nowadays, it's like going to my best friend's house. Everything in the park reminds me of some happy day I spent there before. As first-timers and world travelers race from line to line with their fastpasses and maps, I just soak up the comforts of coming home.


Friday, April 20, 2007

Note about Virgina Tech tragedy.

When I was a kid at camp, you had to go with a buddy if you wanted to swim in the lake - and you had to stay with him the entire time you were in the water.  If you lost your buddy, you had to tell the lifeguard and he would blow the whistle and everyone would have to stop swimming until your buddy was found.  Lakes aren't pools; you can't see under the surface. With a hundred kids in the lake, this was a good way to make sure that no one slipped under, unnoticed.  The lesson was clear: swimming in the lake could be dangerous, but together, we could watch out for one another. No one would go in alone.

I wish we had a buddy system for life.

 

We can't change what happened at Virginia Tech.  We can't change what happened at Columbine.  But maybe we can change the lives of the people around us.  We shouldn't need tragedies to remind us that people are sad, broken and aching.  The world is our family. If you notice someone alone or hurting or lost, reach out to them.  Give of yourself. Heal the wounds inflicted by others.  Replace hurt with kindness before hate grows in the empty space where love should be.

 

Pray that God opens your eyes to those who need your love in their life.  We have the power to make huge changes in society with our tiny lives.  Make your life about something more than you.  All around you, people need you.

Let no one slip under the water, unnoticed.



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