tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86148912012-02-16T14:24:18.144-06:00the continuing search for the unattainablejennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.comBlogger1011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-85485951930739293732009-01-14T14:50:00.001-06:002009-01-14T14:53:28.698-06:00

Until i can get my crap together and think of something brilliant to write, here are the results of the StrengthsQuest test I took at my new job...i thought they were pretty interesting. Anyway....RESTORATIVEYou love to solve problems. Whereas some are dismayed when they encounter yet another breakdown, you can be energized by it. You enjoy the challenge of analyzing the symptoms, identifying

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-65054523527752323632008-08-18T14:13:00.003-05:002008-08-18T14:24:40.928-05:00

A train wreck.There are no other words that can accurately describe what happened yesterday morning.Normally, our church worship team, of which I am a part, has practice on Thursday evenings. This week, however, practice was not possible, so we simply met an hour before service to run through the songs.Now, if we were all expert musicians and vocalists, what happened yesterday morning would

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-45257128355937472322008-08-05T16:41:00.002-05:002008-08-05T16:44:36.705-05:00

I spend so much time not working these days that you’d think I’d be blogging like mad. But, alas, I just can’t get anything profound to stick in my head. There are a million little scattered thoughts racing through my brain at any given moment and I just can’t nail down any one pattern or stream of thought. So, I thought I’d take this time to tell you about the books I’m reading.1. Fresh Wind

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-78517142044962502462008-07-09T15:22:00.003-05:002008-07-09T15:24:56.322-05:00

Sometimes I start things and never finish them. And sometimes when faced with something uncomfortable, harsh or difficult, I run away. I am trying to be more resolved, more faithful, less distracted and self-conscious, but I’m not really sure how to do that; so, I started going to counseling again.I like counseling because I feel like the person sitting in the over-stuffed chair across from me,

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-58576952108985585762008-06-10T11:27:00.004-05:002008-06-10T11:36:14.119-05:00

One of the things you may or may not know about me is that I love politics. I have always been fascinated by the legislative process and its mysteries, i.e. the electoral college or the art of the filibuster. For a time, I really tried to distance myself from the intrigue because I get so invested in what’s happening that I start to forget that, no matter what they say, most politicians have an

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-23894116343199683332008-05-13T15:49:00.003-05:002008-05-13T15:55:47.734-05:00

Trying not to hope too hardFor what I wantTrying not to go too farWith all the dreamingAll the disappointmentSo hard to handleI am still in the darkLighting candles-From Lighting Candles, by The WeepiesThis may turn into one of those blogs that doesn’t flow at all because my thoughts are so random and unpredictable. I just got back from “vacation” with my family, though I’ve been told that a

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-81934859055243345622008-04-14T11:03:00.002-05:002008-04-14T11:13:51.053-05:00

"I Need You To Love Me" Why, why are You still here with me Didn't You see what I've done? In my shame I want to run and hide myself But it's here I see the truth I don't deserve You But I need You to love me, and I I won't keep my heart from You this time And I'll stop this pretending that I can Somehow deserve what I already have I need You to love me I, I have wasted so much time Pushing You

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-10532084753199720332008-04-01T16:33:00.001-05:002008-04-01T16:37:37.227-05:00

So, I have a “weight problem.” I admit it! I don’t like it, but I think it’s time to be honest with you and with me.I have struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. My mother used to put my sister and me on diets and sign us up for aerobics classes, all while she was gaining weight steadily because she is an emotional eater. So is my sister and so am I. I mean, I can track the

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-81172810552330092682008-03-11T14:53:00.002-05:002008-03-11T14:59:05.126-05:00

Watching: Nothing. My roommates and I just shut off our cable in hopes it might help us reconnect with the outside world.Hating: My immune system! 2 ear infections and strep throat? Why do you hate me?Loving: My small group…10 hilarious and lovely ladies, many of whom are single if you’re interested.Wishing: Spring would spring! It’s still too cold! This girl is ready for flip-flops and

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-8310465764375328272008-02-14T16:54:00.002-06:002008-02-14T16:57:42.855-06:00

So, its 2008 and I’m on my 2nd job of the year. I’m hoping this one, which I started this week, will work out, and I won’t have to write a short “I quit” note and sneak out the back…that’d be awesome.And today is Valentine’s Day, and I find myself sans Valentine for the 29th year in a row. That’s gotta be some kind of record, people.Honestly, I feel like this has been the worst start to a year

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-61692933808066255792007-12-13T16:39:00.000-06:002007-12-13T16:48:30.492-06:00

Do you think, as grown ups, we’re supposed to reach a point in our lives where we have it together? You know, where we’ve discovered who we are going to be and we are pursuing that with no thoughts of anything else. We are dedicated and ambitious for right things and we don’t let anyone goad us into being lesser versions of ourselves.I feel that this is impossible for me, but I see other people

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-48057694767146453032007-12-03T11:37:00.001-06:002007-12-03T11:44:46.548-06:00

It’s hard to say, without being cheesy or overly dramatic, exactly how blessed I feel today - a Monday of all days. On the heels of what has been one of the more tumultuous months of my life, I’m finally ensconced in a beautiful new apartment, fully moved in and settled. And I’m feeling better, sleeping better, and letting myself relax for the first time in weeks.Mostly today, though, I am

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-45281605166282251262007-11-16T16:39:00.000-06:002007-11-19T13:13:16.201-06:00

Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife,Shut in upon itself and do no harmIn this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,And let us hear no sound of human strifeAfter the click of the shutting. Life to life---I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,And feel as safe as guarded by a charmAgainst the stab of worldlings, who if rifeAre weak to injure. Very whitely stillThe lilies of our lives

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-69323063163552350492007-10-19T13:32:00.000-05:002007-10-19T13:34:08.433-05:00

I remembered something today…I don’t even know how or why it came into my mind.I was in 8th grade and sitting in Algebra class, one of four 8th graders in the class. The rest of the students in the class were 9th graders – Freshmen. And, at Bonham Junior High, being a Freshman was about the best thing you could be. Our teacher, Mr. Ross, was a kind, caring and, I thought, handsome man who made

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-26780086892903770222007-09-26T16:22:00.000-05:002007-09-26T16:23:25.591-05:00

Something you need to know about me if we’re going to be friends is that I am capricious, at least about important decisions. Take the future, for example. Just when I had decided for certain that I was going to stay in Chicago, I am gearing up to move again. I’ll stay through the winter, because, let’s face it, who wants to move in the wintertime? But come spring, I’m going to pack my things

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-5644500745686159522007-08-22T15:01:00.000-05:002007-08-22T15:06:47.371-05:00

I have, on occasion, been told that I am wise, or that I at least say wise things. In those moments I feel proud, but awkward, like if these people really knew how foolish I am, they wouldn’t be saying such things. And the thought of being wise or having wise things to say makes me excited because I feel it adds purpose to my life. But it also terrifies me because it’s an encumbrance and I fear

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-46917594453501320652007-08-10T14:50:00.001-05:002007-08-10T14:51:24.513-05:00

I hardly know what to write about today, with 10,000 thoughts swimming around in my head and my fingers frozen from the glacial conditions inside our office building today. And I have nothing to keep me from my thoughts because we’re at half-capacity today in the Enforcement department, so I’ve been reading the Wall Street Journal to stay busy…that’s how bad it is.I always thought the Wall Street

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-83869191783921233172007-07-19T16:41:00.000-05:002007-07-19T16:45:15.520-05:00

I’ve been reading a book that, though I am not its target audience, has been comforting and thought-provoking in its way. It’s called To Own a Dragon, and it’s written by one of my favorite authors, Donald Miller. His style is not for everyone. He’s honest, sometimes awkwardly so, and writes in such a way that you think maybe someone got a hold of his journal without him knowing and published it

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-31225617222667839082007-07-16T13:12:00.000-05:002007-07-16T13:17:19.070-05:00

"Not Your Year"by: The WeepiesScattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall Some impressions stay and some will fadeTattered shoes outside your door, clothes all on the floorYour life feels like the morning after all year long. Every day it starts againYou cannot say if you're happyYou keep trying to beTry harder, maybe this is not your year. Movies, TV screens reflect just what you

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-5093214370975668612007-07-02T16:13:00.000-05:002007-07-02T16:14:50.825-05:00

Road-weary and tongue-tied I return from a 2-week vacation, if I can call it that, to Texas. I rekindled old friendships and dowsed old flames, fought my way through family drama of the ugliest kind and spent some time reflecting on my life, which was easy to do with 24-hours of driving between me and home.Far from the wind and rhythm of Chicago, I did not find myself as I had thought I ought to

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-13340606206913329462007-05-17T16:51:00.000-05:002007-05-17T16:54:55.413-05:00

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. – Anais NinI wonder, sometimes, if I’ve missed out on my dreams. But then I think about it and realize that I don’t even know what I dream or desire for my life. I only know I want to get to the end of it and have few regrets. There is something within me that keeps me from being

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-47156130243247817882007-04-13T14:47:00.000-05:002007-04-13T15:03:51.328-05:00

I got this list from Simon Lamont's Jencyclopaedia. Its hilarious, ridiculous and mostly true. Enjoy and Happy Friday the 13th! (And even though she doesn't read this, Happy Birthday Mom and thanks for naming me Jenn!)1. Jen is an exceptional person who is to be worshipped and adored at all times2. Jen is always special3. Jen is frequently up to something4. Jen can usually get away with it.5.

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-69296965203073944092007-03-26T15:21:00.000-05:002007-03-26T15:24:22.563-05:00

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.Wisely improve the present. It is thine.Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.Henry Wadsworth LongfellowAt the request of a dear friend, I started reading a book called Boundaries by Drs. Henry Cloud and John Townsend. Its one of those books I put off reading because everyone was reading it and I typically shy away from doing

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-23465079197292041522007-02-27T16:44:00.000-06:002007-02-27T16:47:26.209-06:00

The best time for you to hold your tongue is the time you feel you must say something or bust. –“Josh Billings” (aka. Henry Wheeler Shaw)I’d like to preface the following by saying that I am a verbal processor. When things happen to me or around me, as I learn and experience new and different things, I feel a strong need to talk about them or else I feel I never really resolve the issues in my

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-72998242298143876542007-02-22T12:41:00.000-06:002007-02-22T12:43:00.354-06:00

what do you call a week like this? I have been elated, frustrated, tired, angry…the whole gamut of emotions has been mine to experience. Sunday was a brilliant day – a good cup of coffee, a great sermon and an hilarious lunch complete with good food and sparkling conversation…Monday was even better – the day off work so that I could hang out at Africa Revolution and update iTunes on my computer.

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-63604017301054692202007-02-08T17:25:00.001-06:002007-01-30T17:23:34.095-06:00

I am loving the 16th century Latin mottoes. I found a web page full of them…I have always (ALWAYS) clung to the understanding that I am a “be-er” by nature and not a “do-er”! What I mean is that I am much better at learning about things than I am at actually doing them. I think I’ve probably mentioned this a time or two right here in the blog, but the truth of it has been resounding in my

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-44895985197455301302007-01-08T15:08:00.000-06:002007-01-08T15:11:55.543-06:00

for no particular reason, I found myself lying in bed last night, unable to sleep. It might’ve been the slight hunger pains I was having or the annoyance I felt at being slighted by a boy I like that kept me from being able to rest comfortably, I can't be sure. Nevertheless, I switched on my bedside lamp and rummaged through a few books before settling on my Bible. Yesterday, my pastor challenged

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-49397612044659260322006-12-05T15:51:00.000-06:002006-12-05T15:52:40.560-06:00

today, I feel old. Not “Oh! My aching bones!” old, but old in my soul. I love this feeling. It’s those times when I feel most connected to the past and when I miss my grandmother so much it hurts. I imagine her sometimes, calling me just to talk about my day, asking me why it’s been so long since I’ve visited and wondering when I’m planning on settling down and having a family. If ever I had

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-71065702655867261742006-11-30T16:56:00.000-06:002006-11-30T16:58:58.505-06:00

four things of which I never tire:1. watching people on the “L”2. rain3. Tex-Mexican food4. my iPodfour places I love to go:1. the movies2. London3. Chipotle4. South Africafour countries I can’t wait to visit:1. Albania2. Zambia3. Italy4. New Zealandfour books I have read more than twice:1. Blue Like Jazz2. the Bible3. Harry Potter4. Pride and Prejudicefour things I kind of miss:1. New Kids on

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-73342769887548012232006-11-15T16:55:00.001-06:002006-11-15T16:55:50.564-06:00

I wore dangly earrings today and my shirt has some little iridescent sparklies on it. Though I work in an office where slacks and solid-colored sweaters are the norm, I decided that I am still young enough to show a little flair in my dress…a sparkle here, a little lace there…and not be inappropriate. Besides, it’s cloudy, gloomy weather outside and the sound my earrings make when I turn my

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-52343878393567842892006-11-07T16:30:00.000-06:002006-11-07T16:32:23.295-06:00

Someone at work told me that I looked like I was far away today. It could be the burgeoning head cold now hammering the inside of my forehead. It could also be the 5000mg of Vitamin C I took this morning. Though, I do admit to feeling a bit spacey. So, it’s probably better if I don’t talk too much about anything deep. Instead, I want to share my new coworkers with you because I think they

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1162407681826912822006-11-01T12:53:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:59:50.553-06:00

[i don't typically write stuff like this because i don't like to be dreamy too often and i'm uncomfortable with some of my own longings. But the future and some of these thoughts have been in my heart lately and so I wrote this...(can you tell that I'm listening to Parachutes today]Will you write a song for me?Will you let me rest my head on your shoulder when I’m not sleepy?Will you be calm,

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1161874264790047312006-10-26T09:47:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:17.277-06:00

“It often happens that I wake at night and begin to think about a serious problem and decide I must tell the Pope about it. Then I wake up completely and remember that I am the Pope.”-Pope John XXIIIMy interim pastor (and I call him that because I have yet to place membership at his church, not because he’s temporary in any way) has been preaching about the Missing Pieces of the Heart and last

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1160690716549187592006-10-12T17:03:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:17.220-06:00

Well, I started my new job this week. Maybe I’m just tired or my brain is fried or I’m suffering from a lack of windows, but I just feel icky today. And I’m going to list my reasons for feeling such ickiness in no particular order: 1. I have a serious shortage of professional-looking work clothes that actually still fit me, which is both frustrating (because I’ve gained weight) and slightly

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1159464008830484202006-09-28T12:05:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:17.162-06:00

I've been watching some of the footage from the Live 8 show two summers ago. There were millions of people in cities all over the world watching some of the best performers out there give live mini-concerts. And Brad Pitt and Bono and Bill Gates, along with countless others, were saying how glad they were to be part of a generation that stands up for humanity. Brad talks about putting

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1156444325931154852006-08-24T13:30:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:17.107-06:00

What a crazy week this has turned out to be!! My senses are in uproar because I think I’m finally starting to understand what actually living life is all about. I’m not watching from the sidelines any more and it feels strange. I’d like to say it’s awesome, but I don’t think that so I won’t say it. It’s not awesome; actually, it is kind of lonely and unnerving. I miss being in school.

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1153346186747525102006-07-19T16:54:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:17.049-06:00

It has been way too long since I updated this silly thing. I wonder if maybe you’ve given up reading.Ah, well…so much has happened since I last wrote. My life has changed so much. God is crazy, y’all. Anyway, I’ve totally ditched law school to throw my lot in with a group of revolutionaries from Africa…and Nebraska. Seriously, I’m now a bona fide employee of Africa Revolution – an almost

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1145948502707973182006-04-25T01:39:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:16.991-06:00

well, well...since last we spoke I have received two more letters from law schools - one was a rejection letter, so we won't speak of that school by name, but the other (in e-mail form) was an acceptance letter. Can you frickin' believe it!!! I had so doubted that I would get accepted anywhere, that I was in complete and utter shock at the sight of it in my Inbox. I almost did a little dance in

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1144592651707988802006-04-09T09:22:00.000-05:002006-11-02T20:45:16.923-06:00

I applied to 5 law schools – with high hopes and the belief that God’s will would be done in the situation. My LSAT score was about average, but my grades are really good and so I thought I had pretty good chances of being accepted.Friday I got my first letter from one of the schools to which I applied. It started, “I regret to inform you….”And though it was the school I thought I was least

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1143749218959120712006-03-30T14:04:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:45:16.866-06:00

Yes, I know I haven’t posted a real blog in months(?), but I just haven’t felt inspired. I feel like I am always writing about the same things and that makes me sad and tired. You don’t want to read anymore about my unresolved frustrations, do you?Right, so instead I am going to pose a question to which I hope to receive at least a dozen responses. What do you think of the phrase “Bible-based”?I

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1142893676492920762006-03-20T16:24:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:45:16.804-06:00

You may find yourself living in a shotgun shackYou may find yourself in another part of the worldYou may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobileYou may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wifeYou may ask yourself; Well...How did I get here?Letting the days go byLet the water hold me downLetting the days go byWater flowing undergroundInto the blue againAfter the

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1138638936891961662006-01-30T10:30:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:45:16.749-06:00

I am a skeptic – I admit it. I don’t easily accept anything anyone tells me and I question everything. I don’t see how you could not be. Yes, I have trust issues, but I think it makes sense not to throw trust around haphazardly. I don’t trust very many people. I don’t even trust some of my own family members, which I think is wise and you would too if you knew them.I just heard on the radio about

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1135406186993281742005-12-24T00:15:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:45:16.686-06:00

i've been watching my neice a lot lately and she's having a hard time adjusting to no longer being the only baby in the family. Instead, she's the oldest grandchild and she hates it when we tell her she's a big girl. Its like she doesn't want the responsibilties that come with growing up.Come to think of it, they never appealed to me either - 9-5 job, bills, , etc.But lately I've been drawn more

jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02340928433267193380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614891.post-1133899107010214212005-12-06T13:24:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:45:16.627-06:00

i debated most of yesterday whether or not to post these next few words. It seems so...not enough to honor one of the best men I have ever known.When I met my friends Kristi and Kara's dad, I thought he was was the most kind and wonderful dad a girl could have. He loved his family and playing spades and was a good basketball player for a 5'7'' skinny white boy. His name was Les and he was smart -

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it's friday here in the land of cowboy hats and twin-cab trucks and I'm at work - which I think is ridiculous considering it is the day after Thanksgiving and no one is calling or needing my assistance in any way - but it gives me time to post some new insight into the mundane, so it can't be all bad, right?I had a pleasant Thanksgiving. I watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, which I

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the law lately…how do we know what law is, what it means. Where does it come from? I would say it comes from God, but some laws don’t come from God, so does that mean the law as we know it didn’t come from God, but from man? And does that mean that justice can be defined more than one way? I think there’s God’s justice and then there’s man’s justice.Man’s

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...so anyway...no good excuses for my absence - I apologize to anyone who thought I might be hurt, maimed or dead. Indeed, I am still alive and still in Texas and driving a brand new car that will take me to law school and back (if I can even get into law school with my abysmal LSAT score - that's another story for another day - AAARRRGGGHH!).Anyway, I've been spending a lot of time with my

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i owe every smart person in my life an apology for never taking their advice when I should and instead listening to the lonely pangs of my own heart - rather, letting the pangs dictate my steps. That said, a big "HOWDY" and "Hello There!" from Texas, or Tejas, if you will. It's been crazy being back here, living (temporarily) in my parents' home again...watching my second neice be born and open

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I have to type fast and hope this dumb internet cafe computer doesn't kick me off. well, Lisa and I are on a whirlwind tour of the UK, complete with a day-trip to lovely Edinburgh, and an assortment of plane, train, bus and car rides through all types of amazing scenery. I have seen more sheep than I care to think and met many people whose names I know I will soon forget. Best of all is that my

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I know what you’re all saying…and you’d be absolutely right. “Its about damn time…”Well, thus begins my first new blog in like ten years or a month or something. I am posting from the lovely and picturesque city of Birmingham, England. I have enjoyed two days here with my friend Beth Smith and today I am off to discover what trouble and adventure may be found further north in Durham. This is

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I discovered this song for the first time at a kind of blah moment in my life…I was living alone and working at a job for which I was frustratingly over-qualified. I rediscovered it today as I ventured for the first time into the Shared Music section of iTunes, a very happy place that I shall visit again. Just reading the words is really not enough. Julie Miller’s style resembles that of Alison

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On Saturday, the question was posed to me: “Who are your favorite male movie characters?” (Mary has answered the question on her blog too – [Patrick Swayze -yikes!!!]) Interestingly enough, I had been considering this last week, because I found myself sporadically watching and re-watching a few of my favorite movies. I was trying to figure out exactly what about these movies made me want to watch

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“Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.” C.S. LewisChapter 2: breathing roomWhen the love I wanted went and got married in the Fall…it was a smallish, sweet ceremony. And I went, as any good friend would, and I hugged them both and wished them luck; and then I ran from the church. (Okay, not “ran” per se, more of a quick, casual walk.) I made it to my car and

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some thoughts on liking, loving, and letting go…Chapter One: Growing PainsA long time ago in a far away land, I had very strong feelings of a romantic nature for a man in my acquaintance. Now, while I was assured that he really enjoyed being my friend, the romantic interest was not reciprocated. This experience left me deeply troubled and hurt. I determined that I should not have felt that way

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So angry I can hardly draw breath, I am writing so I can stay a little bit sane through it.I hate this war – that people are dying for oil and misogynistic domination of the Middle East. I mean no disrespect to the dead and wounded or to those serving, doing their duty, I just feel pissed that they have to do it at all.I swear this war is turning into Vietnam. Not to be dramatic, but seriously,

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“In other words, fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.” -C.S. Lewis, Mere ChristianityI think a lot…probably too much. Lately it seems that thinking is all I do…read a little, think a little, read a little, think a little (cheep-cheep-cheep) think a lot, read a little more…[fans of the Music Man will appreciate that

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Three weeks since my last post, well, nearly that and I have yet to be inspired. Though I can’t help but think that won’t matter much if I can just start writing something…anything. These past few days of warm weather have been brilliant. Today, in honor of the positive change in the weather, I took a new way home: two buses and a short walk through the park. Currently, I live right near one

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At some level, I am a very confident, though perhaps not entirely carefree young woman - I say “young” because it makes me feel better about my 26-and-still-single status. Yet it is strange how much of my life is lived out only in my head and not in experience or interaction. I live in my spirited brain – only emerging for church on Sundays and the occasional encounter with friends. Then its time

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I had the day off from work today, actually all summer, Fridays are mine – all mine – to do with what I please. And today I was pleased to have breakfast with a good friend and then chill at home and watch the Lord of the Rings for the umpteenth time. With no homework, papers, books weighing heavily on my conscience, I felt very relaxed. It was a peaceful and badly needed day of rest. I love

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There’s nothing like a good Imelda Marcos documentary to make you realize just how much ridiculousness there is in the world…I swear it made me want to cry (and I don’t cry) when she started talking about how she was lucky because she could turn bad things off in her mind, ignore the people in her country living in garbage dumps and see the positive side of every situation. Yet I feel in my heart

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There’s nothing left to worry about, at least that’s how I feel. I’m finished with my Master’s degree, so now it’s on to the next, I guess. I feel weird. I’ve been sleeping extremely well since I turned in my last paper…a sign that my body is finally relaxing, I hope. But I’ve been in sort of haze all day, not really engaging well in conversation, kind of frantic. It is times like these that

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This entry is dedicated to some very special folks who have made these past few weeks pretty darn special...Props to the following (in no particular order):...to my secret encourager who has been sending me little pick-me-up postcards in the mail, letting me know that I am loved...to the staff and faculty of my undergraduate school who have been e-mailing like crazy to congratulate me on getting

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I have been home sick for four days straight. My head is stuffy, my nose is runny and I’m coughing like a 90 year old chain smoker. Good news is I’m feeling better. Bad news is I have two mega sized papers to write before next Thursday. Ah, well. Soon I will have a bona fide Master’s Degree and a one-way ticket to anywhere but here.Being stuck at home with nothing to do but homework has

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Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts. – Soren Kierkegaardmaybe I’ll just start typing and hope my dominant thoughts catch up with me…Do you ever wonder what aliens might think about us…if there were such things as aliens…which I’m not saying I believe…or don’t believe? I think they might look through our history books, People magazines, law reviews and TV Guide and come

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After spending the better part of the weekend trying to cram all I believe about God, Jesus, and theology into 9 neatly typed pages of doctrinal statements, I am feeling tired and confused. I feel like I should grow from this experience, but all they’re really asking me to do is some basic proof-texting so I can make a theological point about what the Bible says about salvation, angels, and the

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I tried all day to write something brilliant, but almost nothing came. What little that did come was rubbishy stuff I’ve been mulling over for the last 48 hours while I tried to purge my conscience of the guilt I was feeling at having exploded in a bratty tantrum on Saturday. Long story short: I had to apologize to my crazy, but well-meaning downstairs neighbor for stomping on the floor trying

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I had dinner with a good friend last night that I haven’t seen in months. It was good to catch up. She’s a little down about things going on her life, and I’m always frustrated with things going on in my life. It’s like I live in a constant state of frustration. Anyway, she’s the kind of person I can work things out with. She sits and listens patiently to my ramblings and responds truthfully and

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“It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start.” - Mother TeresaOn my way to work this morning, I noticed everyone reading the newspaper…on the bus,

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I can’t really get out what’s in my head today. I keep typing and deleting and typing and deleting…My world has slowed down to a crawl while everyone else’s seems to be moving steadily or speedily toward ends possibly worth reaching. I have grand plans, make no mistake about that…I always have grand plans to change the world and right the wrongs…they never amount to much though because I’m not

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“…God stands ahead of us in time, at the end of the journey, sending to us in waves, as it were, the gift of the present, an inrush of the future that pushes the past behind us and washes over us with a ceaseless flow of new possibilities, new options, new chances to rethink and receive new direction, new empowerment. This newness, these possibilities are always “at hand,” “among us,” and “coming

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nothing suprises me anymore...nothing shocks me or devastates me like I used to be able to be shocked or devastated. Half an hour ago my good friend from Dallas called me with an update about a family I know. They're poor, dirt poor, and they live in a small home on the south side of downtown Dallas - its the ghetto, literally. Amazingly, all 4 children have the same mother and father, a

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Here are the official rules of the interview game:1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "interview me."2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.5. When others comment asking to be

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I’m tired of emptiness in everything I see and hear. Why do Christians spend so much of our time worrying about and concerning ourselves with things that have no eternal value? I recently heard an interesting statement: “Seeing the results of your actions is not important, just the actions are.” We live in a world of assessment and quantifiable results. If we can’t see results, something is

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I feel peaceful and forlorn today…maybe it’s because I’m tired and out of energy. I could use a good nap or a long vacation. Mostly, though, I think my heart is broken. Not to worry, no romance has gone awry; it’s just an overwhelming feeling of sadness. It’s not because I have lost anything, or because I have been sinned against. No. It’s the death of “me”-ness. The fog of self-absorption

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I went to a conference this weekend. It was for college students from across the country to talk about AIDS, primarily in Africa, but other places like Russia and India were mentioned as areas where the disease is starting to gain momentum. Tragically, however, I began to see signs that these passionate and motivated students were being hindered by their own short-sightedness. They have a lot

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There’s this girl…she doesn’t actually exist, well, maybe somewhere she does, but I don’t know her personally…she’s the girl I wish I was. She’s brilliant, passionate, fun, encouraging, strong, secure, compassionate, kind, thoughtful, and gentle…And then there’s this other girl…she’s terse, fearful, angry, mean, stubborn, cold, forgetful, insecure, and a loner…this is who I am most days…I

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I don’t often take taxis. They’re expensive; and I am, after all, a poor grad student. Not to mention, I got one of those 30-day CTA passes for free and I feel compelled to use it like crazy since they’re normally $75. But, at the insistence of a friend (because it was after midnight), I hailed a cab instead of waiting for the bus. What followed was one of the most interesting conversations I

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Do you think every generation feels the sense of longing and desire for peace and true communion that we feel? Do you think they could put it into words, or did they just act out in aggression, or make controversial music, or start chain-smoking? I think the true hippies felt it. I think Israel in bondage in Egypt felt it. I think Martin Luther felt it when he penned his 95 Theses and nailed

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This entry is for my friend Jason...I just wanted to see if I could actually make 100. 100 Things You Might Not Know About Me 1. I've driven 4 cars in my lifetime and never paid insurance once (thanks mom!) 2. My parents will have been married almost 25 years 3. I’m 26 4. I found out my dad wasn't my real dad when I was young – 5. But I've never met my biological father. 6. I don't trust

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so I did the thing I wasn't sure I wanted to do at all today and i went to see "Hotel Rwanda." My excitement about the movie had waned with my mood and bitterness toward the Chicago cold, but my roommate and I braved the harsh winter weather and went. I don't cry at movies, hardly ever actually. I did put on my bravest face and cough down a few sobs that sort of sneaked past my throat. I was

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Today my young, but brilliant pastor who puts poignant and profound thoughts together so well said that the struggle for identity is not a war between pledging allegiance to something or nothing. No, it is allegiance to either Christ or something else – in other words, you can’t not be serving something as Lord in your life. And so I sat there on the verge of tears and frustration trying to

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my first post in the year of 2005- seems like it should feel more like a new year, but it still feels just like 2004. Although I did have a very fun New Year's Eve, complete with freezing cold weather, fireworks, auld lang syne and a cute boy I may soon develop a crush on. Chicagoans, for the most part, let me down on New Year's Eve. The party of seven I was with were about the loudest and

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Let's get something straight right from the off (she says with her hands on her hips in a suprisingly crisp, but obviously borrowed British accent), my neice is a miracle. I spent the holidays with my family. And though my little 14-month old neice passed on her viral infection to me, I couldn't hold a grudge for long because she is absolutely the cutest thing in the world...no, seriously...she

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i am lonely...there, I said it! This isn't a commentary on the dregs of singleness or anything like that, so don't be scared. It's just that, well, I miss my friends. There's nothing like having people around who don't ask you to repeat and/or explain yourself...people that know you and understand you and don't get upset when you're being ridiculous because they know you're just being you.

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i like Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I like how she makes profound statements rhyme. I used to think I could write poetry, but I was too tempted to steal ideas from greater minds and I don't exactly know how to write a poem about social justice or church reform...so, I stick to prose. I'm listening to Dido. She reminds me of London. I was only there for a week. Actually it was almost exactly

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XXXVII Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, an image only so Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break. It is that distant years which did not take Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow, Have forced my swimming brain to undergo Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake Thy purity of likeness and distort Thy worthiest

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i started reading "Blue Like Jazz" again today...if you haven't read it please stop reading this, go buy the book, read it and then come back and tell me what you think...seriously, I'm not kidding. I like that book because I feel like I'm listening to the thoughts in someone else's head and heart, the kind you can only put in print because if you said them out loud you might laugh at yourself,

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A while ago a friend of mine was recounting an experience she’d had in a restaurant when the waiter was flirting with her. “Did you flirt back?” I asked. Her response floored me, “Well, no,” she began. “He was obviously not a Christian!” “How do you know he wasn’t a Christian?” I prodded. “Because…” she said, shocked that I didn’t already understand what she was getting at, “He was

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we all secretly (or openly) long to be loved for who we truly are. Its as if two desires are constantly at war within me…the desire to be liked and the desire to be known. By making myself known I am risking all that I have and all that I am on the chance that you may find me interesting or not, that you may choose to acknowledge my existence or not, that you may love me or not. But the idea

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its not bad enough that I'm the absolute clumsiest person I know, but I have to keep proving it over and over again. This weekend I took a huge and embarassingly painful fall while dancing in my socks on my slippery wood floors. While no one was actually present to witness this accursed event, I daresay God was watching and laughing hysterically. And...to add insult to injury...it is my

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i spent an hour riding the bus home from work today and maybe it was because I was so exhausted from lack of sleep, but I was so unbelievably annoyed by the young couple sitting behind me. I have no idea what could have had them in hysterics (may be a bit dramatic) for so long, but I swear they giggled for an entire hour, saying absolutely nothing at all. It is moments like these when I wish I

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I am feeling the onset of the flu today…at least I think it’s the flu. My body hurts, my throat hurts and I am so tired that I stayed home from work. I will still be going to see the new Bridget Jones with my roommate, however. It comes out today. Although, it is possible that seeing that film could worsen my current state of feeling poorly. Mostly because it’s about love and romance and

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I watched a special on PBS last night about the two presidential candidates and their respective rises to power. And I realized how ridiculous it is to believe that either of these two geniuses could be the answer to our country's woes. What is it we are hoping to get out of this election?? Security? Peace? Vindication for the past three years of terror alerts and military action? What

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For all intents and purposes I would say that I believe in God. I don't know how to prove it or how to explain why I do, I just know that this world would be a lonely place if there were no God. I've been thinking a lot about life these past few months...about the existence of it and the progression of it. I have come to no brilliant conclusions and I have no scientific studies to back up any

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I just spent two hours with a very good friend of mine who is in distress. She is very discouraged by the Christians in her life who cannot seem to make a couple of hours available to help those truly in need. She sees them participating in large, scheduled outreaches to the deserving poor and huddle masses, yet they can't give up 2 hours on a Saturday to help someone move? What is worse is

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Some would say that Spring is the season for love...but I think its Fall. If you spend much time watching people, you begin to notice this ritual. A lovely young lady is walking down the street. She spots a young man walking toward her and he sees her too. Their eyes meet, only for a moment, but who needs more than a moment? She glances down at the sidewalk, sure that she's blushing, then

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Remember when you were a kid and you didn't care what anybody thought? You road that bike with the banana seat - you wore that bright yellow shirt on the first day of junior high that was sure to get you noticed - you had permed hair when the style was straight hair - you played touch-football with the boys, though you knew you had a good chance of being hurt and/or embarassed - Okay, maybe

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I have no marketable skills...relatively none, anyway. I have been a student for the last seven years, since graduating from high school. I love school. Its really the only thing I've ever been any good at. And this is where I find my latest dilemna. I'm not a "doer". By nature and in practice, I'm a "be-er". That sounds strange, I know. What I mean is that I can understand a great deal,

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i could seriously play around all day on Google...its like one fascinating rabbit-trail after another, which is perfect for my personality. Being new to this whole blog thing, I feel like I should write brilliant and thought-provoking things, things that people who might happen upon my blog will be talking about for years to come and citing in their acceptance speeches for their Oscars and Nobel

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Some people become extremely distressed and sad when it rains...still others drive absentmindedly and turn 360's across 4 lanes of traffic..but I love the rain. When I was in college, my friend Keith and I used to play in the rain. I went to school in Texas and it hardly ever rained. Ah, but when it did...the air smelled so clean and the big sky was silver and gray with glints of white. I

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