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Tuesday, 06 October 2009

  • Don't Go

    Don’t go.
    It resonates every night now.
    Don’t go.
    The back of your head
    So familiar -
    Heartbreaking.
    I never thought
    That the color of someone’s hair
    Could elicit such emotion.

    So indescribable,
    The feeling of inner warmth
    Flowing down
    The outside of your body.
    It cries out silently,
    Silently for you.
    Don’t go.
    It resonates again.
    Don’t go.

Sunday, 23 August 2009

  • Long time, no post

    So I've been on hiatus for a while. Since I've last posted... I've become friends with Calindy. I learned how to make beads from polymer clay, crochet, knit, make jewelry, and make kitties happy. Made friends with Mary as well. Still working at K Mart.

    Today at church, it was said that to love meant to be an adult. I don't believe this is true in that children are fully capable of knowing what it means to love. They can love with unbridled affection and earnestness. Is it possible that an adult's love runs deeper because of the set devotion they've spent with the person through trials that a small child hasn't yet had the misfortune to experience? Absolutley. I believe that a child's love is purer and that as the song says, we should love and have faith as children do, without ever having been hurt or scarred or jaded, which, of course, is difficult.

    Another thing that's been on my mind is school. Classes, in the order of worst to best, is as follows.
    Speech
    American Government
    Math
    Ancient and Medieval World Lit
    Sociology
    Educational Psychology
    I imagine that order will change as the school year progresses. Classes start tomorrow at 9 and end at 1. The price I pay for taking 4 classes each semester last year - an overload this year. Oh, good. I'm oh so excited about this. -_-

    I have far too much yarn that's distracting me from doing what I should be doing - napping. Alas... *knitknitknit*

Thursday, 07 May 2009

  • There is a definite difference between being judgmental and holding other people accountable, and it irritates me to no end when we fail to distinguish the difference, because there is a huge difference. Judging someone is when you yell at them for not comforming to your beliefs when they don't believe the same thing. Therefore, you cannot hold someone accountable for something that they do not believe to be true.

    Holding someone accountable can only happen if the second party is of the same faith as you and does something contrary to the teachings of that particular religion. Even if the person holding the other person accountable struggles with and sometimes fails to ovecome their struggle, that doesn't mean that their holding the other person accountable is invalid if they're really trying to overcome it. There is also the point of 'acceptance is different than tolerance' but that's another story for another day.

    And, I'm so tired of people arguing over things about Christianity that honestly don't matter. Who cares what race God is or what gender God is? Can't we just assume that He is everything perfect and divine and just leave it at that? Does it really matter whether God is male or female? He is still omniscient, and omnipotent.

    What really matters is the way that we conduct ourselves and treat our fellow humans. People should just be able to tell that Christians are Christians without having to be told. They should sense something different. The word 'holy' means to be 'set apart', literally. As you all probably know by now, there is a song for everything.

    Purify my heart,
    let me be as gold and precious silver.
    Purify my heart,
    let me be as gold, pure gold.

    (Chorus)
    Refiner's fire,
    my heart's one desire
    is to be�holy;
    set apart for You, Lord.
    I choose to be holy;
    set apart for You, my Master,
    ready to do Your will.

    Purify my heart,
    cleanse me from within
    and make me holy.
    Purify my heart,
    cleanse me from my sin, deep within.

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

  • So my friend Mike just reminded me of the xanga I used to use to record my dreams. Wow, that was messed up. I went back and read through some of them. Wow. I really had weird dreams! I still do. Posted another one on dreamersanonymous. I should really keep up with that.

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

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