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| I'm so tired of being so poky and dramatic all at once. I wish desperately to be neat, quick, organized and wise about my time and my heart. But the more I think about how much I hate my dramatics, and my meandering molasses personality the worse they get. Eventually there's really nothing much to do but laugh about it and trust that as I get older these things I hate so much will fade, like the self consciousness that was ninth grade.
In the meantime. School is even-ing out. I've done really little this weekend in the way of it, but I'll survive.
God is good. So many times this semester I have done things that I deserve to be struck by lighting for and yet I am still here, and He still loves me, and He hasn't given up on me. That's what I'm holding on to.
I am praying for maturity. I want to leave behind the reliance on feelings that was all I knew when I was a young Christian and just be rooted and grounded in faith. Standing on something stronger and alive and growing.
God is working, I promise.
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| Took pictures of everything we owned, and especially the computers, for claims.
Trying to convince dad that it is a good idea to cut up our fence and nail it over the windows. (it's going to get blown away anyway, right? Maybe through our living room?)
Packed everything I don't want to get wet into my luggage mom got me for Slovakia.
Taped up Tamara's window. (yer welcome)
Moved all the books in the gameroom to the floor and bagged them up. They should be fine unless the whole house comes crashing down. =)
I thought I'd have to stay up all night, but dad told me I could go to bed and so I did. With earplugs. =)
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| We cleared out the garage and the closet under the stairs. The cars go in the garage with all my valuables in the trunk and other peoples too and we go in the closet when there's a tornado.
Now I got to bag all the books, finish taping the windows, clean the iceboxes... move some stuff away from the windows... yada yada...
We have a LOT of water.
and flip the trampoline. And wash every piece of laundry we own.
And then sit down and look at all that Dinty Moore I'm going to have to eat.
man.
and try not to think about the closet under the stairs too much.
And then try and study because hurricane or no, there is a chance that I've still got two exams on Tuesday.
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| I will change your name
You shall no longer be called
Wounded,
Outcast,
Lonely or afraid
I will change your name
Your new name shall be
Confidence,
Joyfulness,
Overcoming one
Faithfulness,
Friend of God,
One who seeks my face
One time when I was about twelve, I found this song at a friend's house. And then I found a closet and listened to it over and over again. I was mesmerized. I was not a believer, but the safety in this song was irresistible.
I think there is a verse that goes to it, but I don't know where it is yet. =)
Have sweet weeks.
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| I did school at home and completely forgot how maddening campus is. I could never work here. I could never work at a school. I'm not even sure I could ever go to school again, which is troubling, because I have a lot left. I'm finding a lot of Martha in me. It's all I want to do. It's the only time I feel fulfilled. It's constant. Floors are always scrubbed the same way. I know that sounds ridiculous. The downside of this is that I may be in danger of a severe emotional breakdown if Mr.Clean changes it's scent. =) In other news: I like going unconcious. I'm looking forward to getting my wisdom teeth out. | | |
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