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Name: Llama
Country: United States
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Gender: Female
Interests: Reading (The Bible,Miss Pigglewiggle, The BFG, Wuthering Heights, etc) taking pictures, Vietnam, India, missions, art-oil pastals all the way, other cultures, people(we are such strange creatures) country music, John Reuben (my fish and that other guy) Relient K, Skillet, Falling Up, learning about Asia, sleep.
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Government
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Member Since:
1/8/2005
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| Left breathless....Well its been a week of many great and exciting and wonderful things. But this small post shall not indeed be about those things. It won't be about the amazing time I've had with my boyfriend over the past week, and it won't be about how we even got to that point. It begins after all that when I've made my journey back up to MI.
Setting: My friend Joyce's house...even though its a new house because she moved. I'm in her room in my normal sleeping chair-the papasan thingy-the bowl chair, that I always sleep on. Lights are out and I've just taken a dose of my new allergy meds. (its a spray) The time was 12.00 am...
An hour later....Still can't sleep. My strange weezing is starting to get to me. So what do I do? I take another dose of the allergy spray. And this is where the fun begins....
Now I realize that my breathing is becoming more and more labored. I try and sleep, but I just can't. I wonder if I should call someone so I can leave the house, or just go outside and get fresh air. For the next hour I do none of those things. However at 3.00am I'm having to remind myself to take breaths, seems my body is forgetting more and more to do that for me. I decide to call someone. No answer. Cell phone is turned off...but i all like 5 more times anyway. Now there's panic. I call someone who I know lives with him even though I'd rather not call that person. Like really rather not. But I manage call them and they wake up. At this point I can barely get a couple words out without gasping for air. Gasping for every breath. It was an unpleasant conversation because it turned out that he wasn't even staying that night at the same place as Dan so the phone call was worthless mostly. So I call Joyce. She asks if she needs to call 911 for me. I say no, but am starting to wonder if i should. She says she'll call another friend to take me to the ER since she could not leave work. He didn't wake up. By now I began to calm down and I was able to speak in full sentences again and laugh a little. So we decided best course was to drink tea so that my allergy spray would get out of my system quicker and take a shower so the steam helped. Both of those things helped. But I still had to remind myself to breath a lot. So I read a book and breathed, and that's how it went until 6, when i finally felt confident enough that my body wouldn't forget to breath on its own while i was out.
3 hours later a phone call. Dan heard that I was concerned from the other person i had tried to call. So he called back. By this point I was 80% better and told him what happened and there was no need to worry anymore. However after that I couldn't fall back asleep. Which made the next day on 3 hours of sleep very interesting. But all this to say I live to tell the tale. Thank you Jesus for helping me breath. And thank You for showers and tea. Amen.
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| Customer Service? I think no...I hate Best Buy...
more on this later.
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| FearlessThere are a few kinds of fearlessness in the world and I want to talk about two different kinds. But first context...I was driving home from lovely MI, just listening to music on the radio and whatnot and a good friend of mine calls me. He just called to tell me about some anime he had recently seen and thought I would like. For some reason police came up later on-oh I know why-someone was tailgating me because I wasn't going 10 over. My friend asked if this was the case, and I said yeah I'm not going too fast. He said that's good, he doesn't like to speed especially at night because you can never see the police. He said I have a fear of the police like I have the fear of God. And I said yeah me too...but I realized once I thought, well I certainly have a healthy fear of the police...but do I have a healthy fear of God anymore. Then the topic changed and he had to go so I hung up and didn't think much more of it. Then the station on the radio started tuning out so I started to flip around, and I heard, "Just because things are going badly now because of things you've done in the past, doesn't mean the future has to be like that." flip past-it was fuzzy, keep going, keep going, the usual stuff. Then I hear on a different station almost the exact same thing! "You can't go back and change what you've done wrong in the past, but you don't have to keep living defeat either." Of course these aren't perfect remembrances, but close enough. Anyway so I listen to this sermon on Mark 5 it was I think-about the man who had a legion of demons living in him, until Jesus cast them out and put them in the pigs. How a man who was crazy, out of control and constantly living in defeat was brought to victory when he bowed to Jesus. When he surrendered to Jesus.
So anyway this sermon ended and I thought, well yeah I've given my life to Christ, I have surrendered my life, but of course surrendering is a daily process-not that you need to get saved everyday-but to be more Christlike we have to constantly surrender to Jesus. So I knew that I needed to bow to Jesus' will, but I felt like there was something I just wasn't seeing. Something big that I needed to be clued into.
The very next sermon-not by the same man-was about Fearlessness. He said there is this plague in the church that has been spreading throughout. It's fearlessness. People, Christians have no fear of God. We know and lean on God's grace, but don't remember that God is also just. We forget that He is our Judge. We have to have a godly fear in us in order to live. Proverbs 9:10 "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom..." If we get comfortable in our sin and have no fear of God, meaning we don't feel the need to confess it, then we can't come into God's presence and are separated from him. Then Satan has us where he wants us. If you ask me it doesn't sounds like (or feel like) a good place to be. But if we have a godly fear of the Lord, we confess our sin, and Jesus forgives us, we can be with God again, talking and being in the love relationship we were meant to be in. Fear of the Lord-that's where its at people.
God is so crazy good to us! To me! I was like well I'm not sure I understand, and boom-oh now I see it! Now if I have fear of God I can be the other kind of fearless-fearless of what the world throws at me. I've got God on my side. I can be close to God, come back from the sin I keep burying myself in. I can do God's will and we can fall in love all over again. That's where I want to be. I just pray that I can remember all this, and stick to it. 2 Corinthians 12:9 "But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness."...
So God can do these crazy things in my life and I'm looking forward to it!
Disclaimer-I heard this on the radio-I didn't make this up myself (sure I have some commentary of my own-but the majority is from WCRF so don't sue me please!)
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| Exploration and changesI've always been one prone to explore what's around me. My curious nature has brought me to many amazing far away places, its lead me to the areas not exactly on the beaten path and often has left me with a scrape or two, at least something interesting to remember it. However for all this I haven't explored that which songs and dances have been created and stories of all kinds have been told. But this past weekend my great city called to me...that's right it called-don't question it. At anyrate, when I was looking up jobs online I made a discovery. There was a Chinese bakery in my city. I thought well I should see where this is, since I've never heard of it, and I found that it was in Asia Town. Something I never knew existed, something none of my friends and family new was there. It might be because its not exactly marked like Little Italy is, but its there alright. So I decided I must locate the places that make up Asia town and visit them. Of course no wise explorer goes alone, so I brought a few friends along. We stopped at a Vietnamese restaurant, then my Chinese bakery, and few random plazas and stores with Chinese stuff in them. It wasn't exactly the nicest part of town, so why my dad who works in the city didn't know about it I can understand, but it was decent for sure. I hope I can go back soon. Now that I think of it, I"m sure it doesn't' sound that exciting to others, but trust me it was good fun. And having to turn around time and time again only added to the excitement. I was exhausted by the end of this and had to sleep for 3 hours-mostly because I was sick. Caffeine and I don't always get along with one another. Anyway there's more to the story I suppose but I'll spare you all the details. Let's just say I got to hang out with a bunch of cool people and went home-sickness still there, but the next morning I was right as rain so yay!
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