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Sometimes it's an excuse for being too lazy to make yourself the kind of person you think would be good enough for that person. But sometimes it's a lie.  We all have our strengths and weaknesses. And other times maybe it's the truth. Maybe you aren't good enough for them - but if that is the case, sometimes the type of person you think they deserve is who you need to become.

I’m gonna be controversial here. Brace yourself. So this whole Chick-Fil-A and gay marriage thing, it’s just part of a bigger issue. There are things on both sides of the bigger issue that bother me and I’m tired of them sitting inside. This is a blog. It’s to be able to say what needs said. So here I will say it. The bigger issue should probably be defined first. The bigger issue is the debate on homosexuality. The even bigger issue is the fight against sin. Because I believe in Jesus and that the Bible is God’s word, I believe that homosexuality is sin because the Bible calls it sin. I actually think a lot of the people that are in favor of homosexuality would admit it is sin if they’re being honest with themselves. Cause you can’t discount what God says without sort of slapping Him in the face and there are a lot of people out there who know better than to consciously do that. Calling God a liar to His face is a bad idea and that’s not rocket science. So I believe that

It’s amazing to me that sometimes we don’t do what’s good for even the easiest one to love . Maybe you aren't even the easiest person for yourself to love.  Maybe you don't even love yourself.  I know that I’m not even the easiest for myself to love. But above all I think deep down inside, our tendency is to be selfish and to look out for numero uno.  Even more than out rightly loving ourselves, we as people have a tendency to love pleasure the most.   In one sense, loving pleasure could probably seem like loving yourself.   But in some other senses I don’t know if that logic would be sound.   It depends on the pleasure. Some pleasure is a bad deal.   It leaves us robbed and empty and feeling cheapened and worthless.   I am tempted not to even call this kind of pleasure “pleasure” but albeit fleeting and unsubstantial, it is still pleasure.   This is the kind of pleasure that leaves and not only leaves, but leaves us empty.   And left empty, we ask ourselves how we cou

I think this song wins the award for describing (to a T) horrible feelings I've felt.  While that seems like that would be a bad thing, there is something comforting in it.  I don't have to try to find the words or worry about whether I'm the only one who has felt this kind of hurt.  When I've lost something I can't replace. When I've loved someone but it's gone to waste. When it feels like I'm stuck in reverse. These things that I wish so desperately I had a solution to- they are things that I, Anna, cannot fix.  There is something comforting in pointing them out, something comforting in saying "I failed" when it's the truth. It's mostly comforting because I know someone who really is saying "I will fix you."  All it takes is for me to really get to the place where I recognize that I can't fix these horrible things, but He can. ____________________________________________________ When you try your best, but you

I first heard this song on the movie "13 Going On 30" and liked it at first hear.  I had to look it up and I think it was probably one of the first songs I bought myself from iTunes.  I loved it then and I still love it now. This is one of those songs thats just a good song but then it's extra good because of the memories you have of it and the fact that it's been on file in your mind for such a long time.  MUSHY, SENSETIVE MOMENT WARNING: I've cried to this song.  More than once.  Partly for the fact that I can relate to the lyrics and how my life has proved them true from time to time.  Partly for the fact that sometimes the vibe of this song harmonizes with my mood incredibly well, very often.  And partly because it's just a good song to cry to. (Don't believe me? Try it sometime.)  It's one of those songs that was a "soundtrack to my life" song and I rated it as one of my favorites.  Then I guess it's not that I overdid it, I ju

I would sit and think about how bad it all hurt once again. The reasons are always different but the feeling of pain is all the same. Some deeper, some surface pain. Some more like a pressure, some more like an ache. Some more like a cut, some more like a break. "At least it's becoming familiar. I can deal with familiar," a thought I had the other day. I'm beginning to catch on. It's not going away. There will always be something (in this life) that comes to demand my happy estate. A disappointment. A betray. A death. An unfair trade. Even someone else's pain or loss. And I'm beginning to learn that sometimes, that's okay. Because pain is not the enemy. Where I got the idea that it is I don't know. The world I guess. James 1:2-4 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you m

So for a while I've been thinking of giving up facebook, at least for a certain amount of time.  While I had thought about it a few different times in the past, the thought never actually developed into action though.  Which has been ok.  But something (I can't remember what right now) a few days ago was talking about all the social networking sites and avenues of interaction with people that we have these days and a thought came to mind that these things give us a false sense of relationship with people.  Not always.  There is a slim chance that what you percieved someone was saying by a comment or status update was exactly what they meant.  But usually, there's something just a little off.  I'm not dissing facebook or twitter or any social networking sites like them.  I actually enjoy them as entertainment and as tools to broaden my knowledge of what's going on in the day-to-day lives of the people I care about.  But the thing is, while I can find out a lot a

Written 7/3/12, typed and added to 7/17/12 I have so much to write about I don’t know how to craftily fashion it all together.   It would be easier for me to just put it in a pile and let you sort through it all like a rummage sale.   That way you can just take what you want from it.   That sounds good- I’ll do that. Well, let me start out with acknowledging the fact that I haven’t written in a pretty long time.   I don’t like that fact but I am by no means going to beat myself up over it. Especially because the reason I haven’t written is that life has been busy lately and I pick paying attention to real life over a blog most any day.   But it’s things from life that I enjoy writing about so don’t get me wrong- even though I haven’t been blogging, I want to be and I have a lot to say. Okay so back to what I was saying about having a lot to say.   And not to beat this dead horse of an analogy but even at rummage sales, the tables are categorized (usually, sometimes).   What

Lord I don't know which way I am going Which way the river gonna flow It's just seems that upstream, I keep rowing Still got such a long way to go Still got such a long way to go Then that light, it's your eye I know, I swear, We'll find somewhere the streets are paved with gold Bullets fly, split the sky But that's all right, sometimes, sunlight comes streaming through the holes ________________________________________________________________________ More posts to come soon.  I've been busy.  I'll tell you all about it soon but for now enjoy the song that keeps running through my head and I think describes my insides pretty well right now.