i noticed the color. i really did! chartreuse right? =)
When the chips are down, there's nothing like a good girlfriend. A friend is someone who accepts you---warts, wrinkles, weight, and all---unconditionally. She will listen to you cry or complain and do her best to look out for your best interests...She supports you through thick and thin, but because there is mutual respect, she will not allow you to wallow in self-pity or manipulate her. She will encourage you to be your best self and allow you the freedom to make your own choices. Friends remind us we are part of something greater than ourselves, a larger world, and the right friends keep us on track. thanks CL! you make me feel so loved.
i've spent less time in front of the computer...many of you know why. i know, i know...i should get off now too! so instead, i've found more opportunities to talk on the phone, (that is, when i have the time)---with my parents, my family, my friends. while sharing a few bible verses with my friend over the phone tonight, i clung on to my bible and westley and found myself protected. the past several weeks have reflected my spiritual and physical weaknesses. i do not remember feeling so broken, not the dramatic-self-pity girl in me, but physically. the more i tried to combat each battle, the less control i had. to become strong in the broken places in our lives demands that we do two things, seeming opposities: hang in there and let go. to somehow dig up the courage to keep going is the very courage that allows us to scoop up the borken pieces of our lives and lay them all at the feet of One who would do more in us than just get us through the storm. someone once told me, He would take the fire that blackens our horizons and warm our souls with it. He would sharpen our vision in the darkness that oppresses us. He would use the despair of standing at a grave to deepen our trust. This we cannot do for ourselves. Perhaps because our brokenness brings us to the end of ourselves, it is here, in these jars of clay that we offer up to his very special grace, that God's all-surpassing power is made known and He, indeed, makes us strong in our broken places.
despite the weaknesses i've had to deal with as of late, i am speechless for the love i receive from all my friends. phone calls, snail mail, care-packages and chats...all unexpected surprises. what did i do to deserve all of this?
When the chips are down, there's nothing like a good girlfriend. A friend is someone who accepts you---warts, wrinkles, weight, and all---unconditionally. She will listen to you cry or complain and do her best to look out for your best interests...She supports you through thick and thin, but because there is mutual respect, she will not allow you to wallow in self-pity or manipulate her. She will encourage you to be your best self and allow you the freedom to make your own choices. Friends remind us we are part of something greater than ourselves, a larger world, and the right friends keep us on track. thanks CL! you make me feel so loved.
i've spent less time in front of the computer...many of you know why. i know, i know...i should get off now too! so instead, i've found more opportunities to talk on the phone, (that is, when i have the time)---with my parents, my family, my friends. while sharing a few bible verses with my friend over the phone tonight, i clung on to my bible and westley and found myself protected. the past several weeks have reflected my spiritual and physical weaknesses. i do not remember feeling so broken, not the dramatic-self-pity girl in me, but physically. the more i tried to combat each battle, the less control i had. to become strong in the broken places in our lives demands that we do two things, seeming opposities: hang in there and let go. to somehow dig up the courage to keep going is the very courage that allows us to scoop up the borken pieces of our lives and lay them all at the feet of One who would do more in us than just get us through the storm. someone once told me, He would take the fire that blackens our horizons and warm our souls with it. He would sharpen our vision in the darkness that oppresses us. He would use the despair of standing at a grave to deepen our trust. This we cannot do for ourselves. Perhaps because our brokenness brings us to the end of ourselves, it is here, in these jars of clay that we offer up to his very special grace, that God's all-surpassing power is made known and He, indeed, makes us strong in our broken places.
despite the weaknesses i've had to deal with as of late, i am speechless for the love i receive from all my friends. phone calls, snail mail, care-packages and chats...all unexpected surprises. what did i do to deserve all of this?
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