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| doxologyPraise God from Whom all blessings flow
Praise Him, all creatures here below
Praise Him above, ye heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
I love this song because it uses correct grammar. I love it because it does not use an overabundance of dated words, though it is a very very old hymn. I love it because it is so easy to sing and remember that a three-year-old can retain it (and has even sung it back to me). And I love it because its truth is still the same, because it speaks of the character of God.
And that never changes.
(Also I love how "all" really means ALL.) | | |
| baby steps"If you try to do everything at once, you will fail." Thus saith Dave Ramsey , and though he was talking about beating debt specifically, I believe he's right about the rest of life, too.
If I try to fix everything that's wrong with me in just one summer, I'm going to burn out, definitely fail, and probably become quite depressed as a result. Therefore, I'm narrowing my focus somewhat. That means-- to my suitemates-- I will not be skinny, athletic, nor in-shape by the time I get back to school. I found there are other areas of my life that needed much much more work.
In other, lighter news, one of my co-workers left me the most hilarious note tonight and definitely referred to me as "Burt" and signed his name as "Ernie." In earlier years, this being-referred-to-by-my-last-name would have vexed me to no end, but it was okay tonight.
I've been wearing the Star of David that Caitlin brought me from Israel, and yesterday two guys definitely got in an argument over whether I "looked like a Jew" or not! I almost just let them go indefinitely because one of them was trying to hit on me and I was totally opposed to that idea. But I did step in and tell them I was not Jewish; I felt I'd be lying otherwise.
Okay, I must be at work tomorrow around 8:00 AM, so I must run away to get some sleep. | | |
| i'm better as a memoryPeople make me nervous, but their stories fascinate me.
I dislike issues, but I love stories.
Philosophical disagreements (also known as arguments) upset me, unless they're contained within stories.
I hate going into new situations, but give me stories and I'll willingly, happily go anywhere they take me.
Why am I in social work? Someone please remind me. | | |
| hold meShe barely knew me-- we had met just a half-hour earlier-- but I was the only adult present. When she fell and bumped her knee, she cried for Daddy, but had to run to me.
"Hold me," she whimpered, clambering onto my lap, burrowing close against my chest, clinging to me with small arms. So I held her tightly, stroking her silky little-girl hair, breathing in the scent of blueberry muffin and sweat and children's shampoo, crooning in her ear, and wishing for the days when I was small and could beg comfort from anyone . . . .
Hold me, I, too, want to cry at times, my voice echoing in the vast empty universe, feeling desperate for any arms that will reach out and tuck me close.
And a Voice does answer, but sometimes I don't hear Him as He whispers,
I have loved you with an everlasting love . . . and underneath are My everlasting arms . . . | | |
| CAHROOZEL!Things I have learned about myself today
~ I am too prideful.
~ I get snarky when my pride is threatened.
~ I like to be pretty independent and in control.
~ I get snarky when my independence is threatened.
~ I cry way too easily.
~ I get snarky when I start to cry.
Basically, jam-making was a pretty traumatic experience, and really didn't need to be. I think I just get my emotions wound into little things way, way too much. Also I take myself too seriously and get snarky much too easily (obviously!).
In other news, I have a second job babysitting/nannying for four children, ages eleven months to six years. This is fairly exciting, but I hope I'm able to get fifteen hours a week, what with balancing it with my Subway hours. Maybe I should get a third job doing something insane like . . . bartending.
HAHA.
I'm totally just kidding.
I also received my school bill today and that led to lots of talking about money and how much I have to take out in loans (which made me want to cry or vomit or both) and how much more I need to make over the summer in order to make a good-sized downpayment. Overworking myself is now on my mind.
All right, I'm off to do some stuff with music for Kelsey's graduation. After tomorrow, I will only have one sibling in high school! The scary part about that is that one sibling will be Sam.
Gah, I feel old. Actually, it's funny; I've been reverting to my senior year. Like, when people ask how old Kelse is, I say sixteen because I'm doing the math in my head and thinking that my age is eighteen. Kelse suggested it's because we're planning another graduation so it feels like my graduation year all over again. I suspect it's because I'm sick of being grown up and want to start my college-ing over. Maybe it's some mixture of the two. | | |
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