| "But when the darkness of dismay comes, endure until it is over, because out of it will come the ability to follow Jesus truly, which brings inexpressibly wonderful joy." ~Olswald Chambers |
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| I'm so thankful for all of the mistakes I've made, all the heart aches I've endured, all the tests I've failed, all the times I've been lied to, all the times I've had a car break down on me, all the times I've fallen from God, all the times I've been let down, and all the times I've felt miserable. Through it all, I've learned so much.
Thank you, God, for what I don't understand. It is astounding how you've molded me. |
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| I'm really tired. I'm acting really stupid and David thinks it's funny...but I can't help it cause I'm so tired. |
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| Waking up early to meet friends at a coffee shop to play games during your summer vacation is totally worth it.
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| This poem, written by my best friend, made me laugh. I love you Claire!
Sister vs. Sister - Cir. 2003
Climbing the stairs was a big chore for me
“Ugh – I get to fold laundry!” was my thought
But through the war zone of freshly laid carpet
I spotted my target
There stood my sister –
As wonderful, loving, and caring as she may be –
Bending over her basket of laundry
The family bubble butt just calling to me
I stealthily ascended the stairs
Eyes locked on target
Feet barely touching the floor
Breath holding itself in
Rounding the corner, I took a flying leap
Shoving my palms into the denim-covered flesh
Of her bubbly rear-end
Recovering from the shock of the attack
And composing herself from the pinwheel like position
She turned to me
With “ATTACK!” blazing
In her contact covered eyes
Lunging at me and successfully taking me down
She poked her perfect, could’ve-been-a-pianist fingers
Into my sides, behind my neck
On the soles of my tiny feet-
Any crevice she knew would make me squirm
Mother, looking up from her laundry
And, spying the action, knew what could possibly occur
“Not on my carpet!” she cried
Hurdling over the mountainous piles of laundry
‘She’s coming to my rescue!’ I foolishly thought
I felt the relief explode inside when I felt her grab my ankles
‘Yes, take her off of me!’ I inwardly screamed
But instead of being a potential knight in shining armor
She dragged me onto the linoleum, easy-to-wash floor
And let my sister continue her dirty deed
The battle raged on
Arms clanking,
Nails pinching,
Teeth slicing the air
Looking for some contact with older sibling flesh
Finally, freeing myself, I took solace in a blue mesh laundry basket
“Look, I’m a laundry basket!” I heartily cried
I didn’t notice the brown retainer case falling out onto the floor
My cover did not work
The hunter had found its prey and again
Worked on retaliation
My abdominal muscles churning
Throat hoarse from laughing
I sank to the ground
Ready to give in to my inevitable fate
With my bladder ripping at the seams
The hunter gave its final blow
And I let go
OH WHAT SWEET RELIEF IT WAS!
The hunter seemed happy with her outcome
She had, after all, taken me down
A notch or two
But my satisfaction was more
Than she’ll ever know
Because just then
I pulled her retainers from their fallen place on the floor
That had now become home
To a golden yellow pond
(True story)
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