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People are precious.  But painful sometimes. Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go.  Sometimes they hurt you, sometimes they don't. And sometimes you can't figure out why they would choose to do either of those things. But one thing is for sure, no person is replaceable and they are all precious. Regardless of how hard you may have to work to keep or restore a relationship (or to create one in the first place) every person is worth it. I mean I know we can't go around being friends with every person in the world, but all I'm saying is, we need to regard the people that are  in our lives as what they are: precious. Keep in mind, I'm mostly talking to Yours Truly with this post. Sometimes, it's hard for me to live out everything I wrote in the paragraph above. I could come up with a plethora of excuses why I might want to shy away from it; "I've been hurt by people too many times."  True, I've been hurt. "They just d...

I want to write something for thanksgiving. Not to join the bandwagon but because I really am so thankful for so many things. Yet I wonder how I can do that and NOT be cliche about it. Oh well.  Chances are, no mattter what I say, somebody else has already talked about it so I'll just speak my mind.  This year for thanksgiving, (this morning actually) I am thinking about the grace that I've been shown in having so many opportunities to fall into messy situations or deceptions and have been saved from them, time and time again. I was thinking about my name and how it means "grace". I was thinking about how I've been given so much grace in my life, especially in the area of the Lord saving me FROM things in my life-time and time again- that could have gone on to destroy me. Or things that would have been very messy, at the least. To describe what I'm trying to say, I'll use the picture I have of it in my head.  It's like I'm walking blindfo...

These are some of my most favorite posts to make.  Enjoy. WARNING: This post may contain graphic images from my life.  Get over it. ;) Let's have a moment of silence for the two squirrels I killed in two days a few weeks ago (1 of which was photographable).  I felt a little bit bad. Writing music late at night.  I like. Perks of the job. YES. PLEASE. My grandpa played piano for me for about an hour on sunday and rekindled my appreciation for hymns. This, friends, is what pictures look like when you forget to buy an iPhone back without a flash diffuser.  Kind of cool sometimes, just not all the time.   Went on a roadtrip with my friend Lisa to go see the Icarus Account. Fun times. My grandpa turning 94! I like the rainy days. Wouldn't mind if I did live there. The first picture I took with my phone. Because I like taking creepy pictures of my dog. I just like this one. Sneaky picture at ...

Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord , and turn away from evil. Proverbs 3:7 Not only does this helpful reminder rhyme, it's such good advice.  And I don't have to be very wise to know that.  It's a win-win.  Either you are wise or you aren't wise, but being wise in your own eyes isn't. . well, wise, either way. Because if you are wise and you don't have a big head about it, then you're humble and admirable. But if you aren't wise, then you won't look like a fool who thinks they're wise when they really aren't. At first, the second line of the verse didn't seem to tie in with the first line but thinking about how they could be related, the last half of the verse actually gives some insight to the first half.  It seems hard sometimes to not let my view of myself get puffed up- it's hard to not slip into seeing myself as wise (despite the obviousness of the fact that I'm not)- but when my heart is in the...

*I wrote this one yesterday, right after the first one but something told me not to post it right away.  And as I was revising this last night, I realized that it was because I needed to read it last night and if I had already posted it, who knows if I would have.  Well, here it is.                           ________________________________________________ So, the last thing I said was that life’s hard (and I sounded pretty pessimistic doing so).   But there’s another approach I want to take on when talking about the fact that "things are rough, but . . ." (I know, you probably don’t know what to do with all these posts after over 10 days of radio silence, but take it a word at a time =P ). I want to take this a little more personally.   And by personally, I mean that I want to talk about how sometimes people are rough, BUT. But ...

We all have those days where nothing seems to work the way you planned and it all does the opposite of what you were trying to get done.  I'm having a couple of those weeks.  The weeks that seem like they could have well been the inspiration for the book series AND movie "A Series of Unfortunate Events".  Just, nothing seems to work right.  No.  Not nothing.  Just a lot of things.  And that's my fight right now and really for all of life: To be able to see the things that aren't going wrong even though it may seem that the majority of things are going wrong. But it's so rough.  Let me start with my phone story (partly because it explains why I'm so frustrated and partly just because I'd like to vent). My old phone slowly just stopped working.  That sucked. The screen would turn completely white every once in a while but then go back to normal.  And then it would turn black.  And once it went black it ju...