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Name: jessie
Birthday: 7/17/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Art. Jim Henson. Russian Literature. some professors. cool people. dogs. cooking. trees. good parks. water. sky. people.
Expertise: art and art history.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
2/15/2006
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| not much going on. i think i've watched more tv than i would in two weeks. mom's good, healing. not much going on. it's going to be a long week without my husband. dr. wink's mother died. may he find tidings of comfort and joy. love, jessie | | |
| guess what i saw in the children's section of the book store:
"My Dad, McCain," &
"Barak Obama, Son of Promise, Child of Hope"
I didn't read either book, but I was absolutely outraged. The "Son of Promise" thing and "Child of Hope" is just a liiiiiittle creepy. (Isn't that supposed to be the Messiah?) It makes me mad because it's such a blatant form of propaganda--get to them while they're young right? I mean, Americans have always been good at propaganda; we're not always subtle, but this takes the cake.
In other news, I'm painting the living room, and waiting to go to Longview. Dad gives me updates on how Mom's doing, but I really have no idea. It's hard not being there with them, but it'd probably be harder on me to actually be there. Lots of reasons. There's lots more, but I'll save it for sharing with real people instead of blogging aimlessly about it.
love,
jessie | | |
| good morning. there are so many good things in my life and evidence of God's love always around me and around everything, but i usually don't see them because i'm only seeing myself.
in Christ Jesus, we are holy, but we are also called to be holy.
and who am I? i've been wondering about that for a while, so church last night was good timing. for the first time in a while, i am amazed. just goes to show what being self absorbed can do for a person, which is something that happens all the time to me, which is something that i don't want at all.
i really, really like bob dylan. if we had been the same age, there would have been some sort of crush, i just know it. however, despite the whole age thing, i still have a crush on paul newman.... -sigh-
love,
jessie | | |
| front porches at night, no hispanic music going from across the street or down the way, two japanese beers, two pups, street flooded with that orange sort of light, and the weather was oh so nice.
that's the sort of thing i'm always wanting.
love,
jessie | | |
| Yesterday I saw something uncanny from my childhood. come to think of it, the whole day was full of those sort of feelings... I'll put them down here.
Having woke up, I snugged back in the bed covers like I was a bug in a rug. Marc said, "Jessie, are you getting up?" I said "yes." he said, "it doesn't look like you're getting up." that conversation was a daily ritual during my childhood.
Looney Tunes
Feeling of fall (at different points of the day), which included but was not limited to feeling like everyone will watch football today while i go out and play, wanting to jump in piles of leaves, hot chocolate, and the memories and sensations of climbing my climbing tree on Orchard St.
The least warm fuzzy of them all, but possibly the funniest was when at church Cooper had a Sharing Jesus Without Fear Bible (do I need the copyright?) that Adam had given him. Of course Adam wrote a brilliant note in it to Cooper, which made it even better. Here's the thing. When I was a child this big evangelist guy came to our church for the revival week, and all he came to talk about was "Sharing Jesus Without Fear." There was a whole system, a whole calculation and formula for Sharing Jesus Without Fear. Inside Cooper's Bible is a whole introduction with instructions about how to Share Jesus Without Fear, and honestly, it's really pathetic.
When I was a child, I thought like a child, and I bought it whole heartedly. The man told us that if there was ANYONE in our lives, in our families, who we knew wasn't a Christian, we needed to call them TONIGHT and Share Jesus Without Fear. There was nothing to be afraid of. All we had to do was follow this simple formula of a conversation and leave the rest up to the Holy Spirit. That night I wanted one of those Bibles (it's pocket-sized) so that I could Share Jesus Without Fear and revert to the formula. Dad got me one. I went home completely and absolutely convicted that I should call my grandparents and even some cousins I barely knew so that I could share Jesus with them. And boy was I scared to death to make a phone call in order to Share Jesus Without Fear with them, but I knew I shouldn't be, that I was weak, and I just needed to trust in what God wanted me to do, what this evangelist had told me God wanted me to do and how this was the best way to do it. It probably would have made his little heart proud.
I think I told Mom that I wanted to call our family, and she gently did not let me make the phone calls.
Some things that go on in the dead churches are horrible and sad.
I'm so glad we can be alive.
love,
jessie | | |
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