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| Fierce WindsThis morning while biking to school I got beechslapped by a leaf. Please excuse the crass language, but there is no other way of putting it. By a leaf. B-slapped. I have found myself in the throes of what I hate most - busyness. Oh, my wandering heart. I'm in for a rude awakening. 
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| Ownership of TimeIs it weird if you copy and paste something from someone's xanga because it's that crapping brilliant, but they don't know you? No? Okay. Cause it's summertime and I think this is particularly relevant. It's good when it's not summer too. Yeah. It's just good. Cause really? We strut around like we freaking own this place. and ourselves. ok off topic. Marinate:
The hardest thing to give over to Jesus: time.
Usually
I happily plunge into community doing helpful things, whistling while I
work. People like me when I'm in a good mood. Frankly, I like myself
during those up-moments.
There are times, though, when I am
fine knowing the world is falling to pieces. This is when I am overly
exhausted. Brain dead, my friends. So I take my magic marker and draw a
cave around me, like an egg, to make sure the boundary is not only
clear, but thick. Then I lie
back and feel good about myself. I do not get excited about things such
as calling someone who never laughs at my jokes, going someplace I
don't belong, or finishing up something dreadfully necessary I started.
Being born lazy doesn't help either.
This morning on the road
to sunny (finally) Santa Cruz, I wore my new sunglasses. If you saw me
you would have told me I was lookin hip. But you didn't see me. Jesus
saw me though. Unfortunately he did not tell me how good I looked.
Instead, right when I opened my mouth to pray he reminded me of how
foolish I have been behaving, hoarding my own time. I got an image of
grasping water with my bare fingers. I can hobble far enough with that
water to get two inches before it falls out. Then I have to go back and
get more...all in vain. This is me trying to preserve my energy and
time in the palm of my hands when I am actually wasting as it falls
through my fingers. I get so worried about being too tired that I get
tired from preserving myself like a freaking holy relic. I must give ownership of my time back to him.
My thoughts are scattered, but this truth remains: The earth is the Lord's and everything in it. Everything, including the hectic hours and mundane moments of mi dia.
These are borrowed thoughts from a newlywed from my home church. I miss it.
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| My heart hurts.My heart hurts for those who don't know His love.
My heart hurts for those who only know of His love.
My heart hurts for those who will never know His love.
My heart hurts for those who turn away when He's right here.
My heart hurts for those who shortchange themselves and think they know everything there is to know about Him.
My heart hurts for those who see Him as an angry Father and fear Him when only His Perfect Love can drive out fear.
My heart hurts for those who turn to worldly things to satisfy what can only be satisfied by Him.
My heart hurts for those who expect things out of others and then are let down because the other person doesn't measure up.
My heart hurts for those that don't understand that only He can satisfy the depth of the aching of the human heart.
My heart hurts because His heart hurts.
But His heart hurts googol times more.
Ouchie.
take me, mold me, use me, fill me
call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
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| One Body. +  +
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 ONE BODY.
Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. -Romans 12:4-5
happy halloween  
congrats to b.cheng and k.kuan (both ranked #4) 
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"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ."- Galatians 6:2 | | |
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