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This weekend I'll be participating in my first ever (official) readathon.  I've informally participated in my own readathons before, but this time it's legit.  I'll be honest, I'm not super committed.  For example: If it comes down to either reading or being with a person (or doing anything else with people that sounds more fun than reading) I'll be doing the other thing.  But I really do want to do a little more reading than I might have otherwise this weekend so here it goes. This readathon was created at Letters Inside Out  if you want to join, go sign up.  It's on Twitter with the hashtag #LDRAT.   Runs from Friday-Monday night (11:59 PM). I'm gonna go get reading. Here are my goals in no particular order :    Finish Eragon ( about half) Because I've been working on this book for far too long already.  Also I like it and want to get to the rest of the series.   Finish The Hobbit (176 ...

I don't know why, but last night it just hit me that it's almost the end of August.  Not to mention all that the passing time entails and means for me personally, but let's just be in awe for a minute that it's almost the end of August! *1 minute pause for awe Time passing is a fascinating thing to me.  So I was just looking back over the blog archives and I decided to do a summary of what this year has held so far. (I've linked every month to the archived posts from that month.) Janurary : January was pretty much all over the place for me this year.  VERRY dramatic and that's not really normal for me.  I had to get over some things, and I accepted some new things in their place.  There were a lot of things that the Lord worked on and broke loose in my heart in January, things that held me back and decieved me.  He opened my eyes alot.  It was dramatic but also very good.  I learned to lean on the Lord a lot starting in January in ...

32.Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever? Yes.  I mean yes and no.  I've had conversations that involved very FEW words and left feeling like a lot had been said.  I think a completely wordless encounter hasn't occured but there are a few people that I have had wordless conversations with before. 33.Why do religions that support love cause so many wars? I think there's a lot to this answer; a lot of different viewpoints from which to answer it.  From my viewpoint I say "Good question" with religions like Islam in mind.  However, the Bible talks about how Jesus will come to make war when He returns.  It makes sense to me but it's also pretty confusing so I'll just leave it for Him to answer. 34.Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil? Yes. Maybe some people don't believe the Bible completely, but it's proved to be trustworthy so I say ...

So something funny I've had on my mind lately: what if my life is like The Truman Show?  I think everybody that's seen that movie has at least had a minute where they thought "O. M. Gosh. What if there's a tv show about my life and everybody is always watching everything I do! Naaaahh." But it's kind of a game I play and it's actually pretty fun.  Don't go thinking I'm narcissistic or have the Truman Show delusion (which is a real psychiatric condition) but sometimes it almost seems credible.  Sometimes people will say exactly what I had been thinking about or acted on a few days before or something will very suspiciously glitch up and repeatedly not work out for me.  But what if my parents aren't really my parents? And my sister isn't really my sister? What if all those acquaintances or people that seem to barely care or know me actually know tons about me?  What if almost everything was the opposite of what I've been lead to bel...

  This song is full of what I know the Lord is saying to my heart when and if I am honest with myself. Specifically these lyrics: "The times that you doubt me When you can't feel The times that you question Is this for real The times you're broken The times that you mend The times you hate me And the times that you bend Well my love is over It's underneath It's inside It's in between" I have always grown up thinking that there were compartments, almost like shelves, in my life that God belonged in.  I thought He should go in such-and-such a shelf when I was happy and such-and-such a shelf when I was sad.  It was like I put on a different pair of glasses to see Him through in different parts of my life.  And I still struggle with that mindset but this song is such a good reminder to me that His love is all around and in me.  My trying to organize God was just a waste of time and a futile attempt to make God easier for my mi...

I think I should blog more pictures.  Ok. Here goes.  Here are some of my favorites from lately. I drive past this house almost every day on the way home from work and admire it every time I see it.  There's just something about it that I find beautiful. My Mama and I at a bookstore where we found a book she always used to read to me, "I'll Love You For Always".  It's opened to our favorite page.  Oh yeah and she is married. Long story about the ring. Don't ask why we're so red, I don't know either. Happy Breakfast. A good place to go and think. Storms =) Bahaha. My sister and I paying tribute to the Kardashians. My preggo cousin!! She's gonna pop any day now!! SUN SUN SUN! No filter. Coffee, an open window, my journal, my Bible, the sunshine and last but best, Jesus. =) If you look closely you can read my journal but don't worry my deepest darkest secrets are on the page BEFORE this. :p

"What do the Elders see that makes them all fall down?  What do the Angels see that makes them cry 'Holy!'?  We have to know!"   I've heard people preach and talk about how we need to see who God is to be able to worship Him.  To be able to live lives that could possibly please and glorify Him, we have to know that He is worthy.  Truth!  But it didn't really hit home until recently.  I heard this song that has the above lyrics.  It's called "There is Only One." No matter how much I think I've seen or know, I want to always remember that I NEED to know what they see. Even if I'm not feeling it.  Even when I feel like I'm overwhelmed by it and can't take anymore.  It's a humbling question, almost rhetorical in that instead of a solid answer, it requests a revelation.  It reasons that the Angels and Elders see something that I don't see in this moment and asks for the pleasure of seeing what they see.  ...

I want to write about something that came to mind the other day.  A story from the Bible about a woman.  I don't know how old she was or much else about her except that she was a widow and that she was poor. Jesus was sitting in the temple watching people come and put money into the offering box.  This woman came and put two small coins (both of them TOGETHER equaled a penny) into the offering. Jesus called His disciples over to Him as He saw it and said, "Truly I say to you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who are contributing to the offering box .  For they all contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had , all she had to live on."           Mark 12:41-44 And my heart is sort of broken over this, in a good way. The widow probably never knew that Jesus (or anybody else) noticed the sacrifice she was giving.  She probably wasn't blessed...

From a blog I follow called  desiringGod .  The whole website is full of truth.  I encourage you to check it out.  I've enlarged and boldened sentences I think are especially well said.   Not Your Mother's Kind of Tolerance by Jonathan Parnell | August 2, 2012   Views that advocate same-sex marriage are free to exist, but they are wrong. Now, stop. Read the above sentence again. Are you okay with it? Chances are how you feel about that statement indicates your understanding (or misunderstanding) of tolerance. D. A. Carson, in his book, The Intolerance of Tolerance , explains that Western culture isn't exactly firing on all cylinders when it comes to knowing what tolerance is. He distinguishes two different concepts of this word: old tolerance and new tolerance. Old tolerance — that is, before the onslaught of postmodernism — defines the concept as to "accept the existence of different views." New tolerance, however, defines tolerance ...