tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54658642012-02-04T12:56:25.927-05:00How do you keep your feet on the ground when you know that you were born to fly?Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.comBlogger4421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-39112070208410972052010-09-24T23:19:00.003-04:002010-09-24T23:31:47.614-04:00

Everyone's favorite question for me right now is: "So, how's married life?" And I appreciate their genuine interest in my life. Really, I do.And believe me, I want with all my heart to gush and tell them that it's amazing. That it's fairytale-esque. That my husband and I eat dinner together and talk about our days. That while he does the dishes, I hover in the kitchen regaling him with stories

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I was thinking the other day about my quirks...the little things that make me, well, me. Here are some of them.1. If I wake up during the night or early in the morning and am awake for more than 2 minutes, I have to go brush my teeth. Absolutely must.2. I am obsessed with Law and Order:SVU and want to be Olivia Benson when I grow up.3. The money in my wallet has to be in descending order, all

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So, I figured it was appropriate to write a quick post about the fact that Matt proposed to me this past Saturday. I knew it was coming sometime...I had no idea it would be then, though!We had gotten back from Raleigh, after a long day, and it was (for all intents and purposes) sleeting in Greensboro. It was also a) freezing cold, b) nearly midnight and c) did I mention it was cold? Well, it was.

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Allow me a moment. Matt and I trained for and ran an 8k. It was my first 8k, and his too. It was also our first race together. We drove up to the Outer Banks on Friday and ran the race on Saturday morning. The course was an out-and-back course (which, if you're a runner, you probably abhorr), and that means you run out half the distance, and then turn around and run back. It's discouraging

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Today, a RESTRICTED number called my cell phone. I answered. The following ensued:"Hello?""Hi. Can I speak with Roosevelt?""Teddy or Franklin?""Huh?""Nevermind. No one here goes by that name.""uh...okay. I must have the wrong number."Sigh. Okay, so that's not really how the conversation went. I left out the funny quip about which Roosevelt they wanted to speak to. But it did take all of my

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Do you ever long for something? I feel like one word sums up how I've been feeling for a few months now: longing. But I'm perplexed because I don't know quite what I'm longing for.I'm at once longing for the future and the past. I'm longing for the comfortable and the uncomfortable; for the old and the new. And sometimes, I'm longing for the in-between spaces.I've always, no matter what stage I

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It was Team Day at Chic-Fil-A, and if you wore a shirt with your favorite team on it, you got a free sandwich. Tarheels + Chic-Fil-A =Good day! Neither one of us likes pickles, though, as exhibited in the third picture. :)

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My professor wants me to write a lesson plan. This would be fine if:-I knew the components of a lesson plan-I had ever seen a lesson plan-I even planned to be a teacher in the futureSigh. I want to be a social worker, people. You know, I want to talk to kids about their problems. I'm not going to give lectures or do state-mandated curriculum lessons with them.I'll figure it out. I always do.

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I feel like so much has happened since I last posted. My black lab mix, Riley, moved into my apartment-- my attempt to feel "safe" again. I started back to school (classes include: English, Criminal Justice, The Institution of Education, and Sociological Perspectives on Gender). Matt and I attended two weddings and have started training for an 8k. My most recent list: Really, really hate:NC

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I got home from work yesterday at about 5:30pm. On the way home, I mentally planned the rest of my evening: watch the rest of Gilmore Girls, shower and change clothes, grab a quick dinner of left-overs, have a game night with David and Katie, then house-sit for the rest of the night. Awesome.I got to my apartment building, unlocked the breezeway door, and found my apartment door ajar, barely

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...is what my life consists of-- at least when I'm at work. Yep, that's right, folks. I'm the bumper boat operator at a local park. :)Ten Things Bumper Boats Taught Me About Life:10. Batteries need a full night to re-charge, a lot like people need sleep.9. If you put one foot into the boat, you better follow qiuckly with the other (or you'll end up in the pool).8. Don't squirt other people with

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I went to see the movie version of Jodi Picoult's book My Sister's Keeper. I'm pretty sure everyone in the crammed theater cried at some point.  Although I was initially emotionally stirred, it wasn't until Anna and Kate began calling each other "Sissy," that I cried. I cried because that hit home. My sister, who I envy in so many ways, and used to resent for so many reasons, was also the younger

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Matt took me fishing this morning. This is the latest in our outings together. We've seen movies (in fact, we made an entire list of movies we want to see this summer and fall), gone to the zoo, hung out at the pool, played countless video and board games, had a cookout with friends and one with his extended family. But today, we went fishing. I fished some when I was little, but I was

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I'll let the pictures be the update...

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What color is a chameleon originally, when it's not trying to blend in? 

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...when I tell them I'm majoring in social work. You'd have thought I told them: "I expect to single-handedly alter the course of history." The conversation with any "adult" has become painfully predictable. "What are you majoring in?" They ask, hoping I'll say "education" or maybe "business," possibly even "political science." "Social work," I say with a smile. And then it starts. It always does

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Okay, this is going to make me sound stupid and uneducated but I promise I'm not...at least not nearly as much as this blog post is going to make me sound...Last night Alyssa and I were watching the Colbert Report, something I've heard of but never actually watched. I didn't realize he dropped the "t" on both his name and the word "report," making it sound like "rappor." I remarked to Alyssa how

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Ten years ago, tragedy and evil struck at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado. I was 11 years old that April and in fifth grade. Although I remember the sadness of the adults around me after the Oklahoma City bombing, I do not remember the tragedy or news coverage of the event specifically. But I do remember Columbine.I remember the news footage of students running from the building. I

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"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation." -Henry David Thoreau, WaldenAs a college student, I am living under the assumption that once I graduate I can make my life mean something. Make an impact. Affect change. You know, the naiive belief that I am more than just a vapor.But if that is true, if my life is just a fleeting mist, then

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Apparently I have more to learn to be a true Tar Heel fan:1. Duke is spelled Dook.2. Tar heel is two words.3. ACC = Another Carolina Championship4. (yes, as asked in the last post) UNC = University of National Champions (as demonstrated last week.)I know the song, but that comes from six years in youth group at CHBC...it was pretty much Tar Heel-owned. :)

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About two months ago, I saw the "error of my ways" and stopped pulling for Duke in the basketball world. I became a die-hard, paint-my-toenails-the-day-of-the-game, t-shirt-wearing Carolina fan. And so, Monday's game was a big deal in a couple of ways. :-)Alyssa, her mom and I made predictions about the final score for the NCAA Championship game. Here they are:Alyssa: Carolina 91 --- Michigan

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lead-verb, used with object1. To go before or with to show the way;2. To guide in direction, course, action, opinion, etc.And so, as I think about the definiton of the word "lead," (the root of the word "leadership), I realize why I feel so confused about leadership with Intervarsity. I was recently asked to become the President of UNCG's Intervarsity Chapter for the 2009-2010 school year. I'm

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This makes Gwyneth Paltrow giving her daughter the name "Apple" seem almost normal. Seriously. Check out this kid's name.

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Read this. It's cute and all that he wanted to proprose on the Brooklyn Bridge, but shouldn't there have been safety precautions taken? Like...I don't know, a string attached to the ring or something. It makes me even more fearful that when I have the wedding bands for Laura Jo's wedding, I might accidently drop them in the infinite abyss that is the ocean shore. Oh horror!

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I came across this passage (Isaiah 35) and I decided to post The Message version, because I like the use of "redress," with its double meaning. I also like the title of this section: "The Voiceless Break Into Song." Tell fearful souls, "Courage! Take heart!God is here. Right here,On His way to put things rightAnd redress all wrongs.He is on His way. He'll save you!Often times the hurt and

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I was stopped at a stoplight the other day when the left turn light turned green, and the lane to my left should have started moving through the intersection. But the first car didn't go. The driver wasn't paying attention. So when the car behind her honked, it didn't surprise me. He had waited a fair amount of time before urging her on. But the lady who got honked at surprised me. She raised her

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"The new materialism of America is busyness." -Chip Ingram

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When I was six, I had one of those days. By the time the evening hit, I was worn slam out. My sister got in the front of the bathtub (a right that I attributed only to myself, since the youngest always got to go first in board games), and I went to pieces."This has been the worst day ever. First, the letter came that Ms. Shiels (my beloved Kindergarten teacher) isn't coming back next year. Then

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And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.-RAYMOND CARVER, "LATE FRAGMENT"

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Let me tell you about my favorite 2-year-old. Actually, I guess she's 2 1/2. Anyways, I got to have dinner with her the other night. And it reminded me how much I dislike being so far away from her and missing out on watching her grow up. We took a walk while we were waiting for our food. Hand-in-hand, she pointed out the flowers blooming, the buds on the trees, the Green volkswagen beatle. I

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I remember when I was about 7 years old, I saw the wreaths that the governor of N.C. had placed on the gates on the premises surrounding the mansion where the first family of the state traditionally lives. The wreaths were probably 10-15 feet in diameter and made almost entirely of fruit. At seven, this made no sense to me. I engaged my mom in a discussion about the ways that fruit could be put

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No regrets, not this time. I'm gonna let my heart defeat my mind.-"The Motions," Matthew West

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Intervarsity has been a huge part of my life since I entered college, and it became an even bigger part of my life when I applied to be on leadership at the end of my freshman year. Since then, it has been one of the hardest and best experiences of my life. Now, as our chapter faces a tumultuous future in the next few months, I found myself trying to take on responsibility for everyone and

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"God is too wise to be mistaken. God is too good to be unkind. So when you dont understand, when you dont see His plan, When you cant trace His hand, trust His heart." ~Babbie MasonI don't know what to say. I'm so frustrated with everything that's gone on. Drew and I broke up. I found out that my ovary isn't where it's supposed to be, meaning I'll have surgeries in the near future and may have a

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My professor for my social work class on diversity and vulernable populations sent me this cartoon. Read the entire thing carefully-- it's powerful.

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I've been told that being in a relationship with someone will teach you to love more selflessly. It's also taught me how to let myself be loved.And how to love myself.

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Last night I was babysitting for a family that I babysit for pretty regularly. There are three children: a girl, age 10; a boy age 8; and another boy age 2. We were hanging out in the living room, when the 8 year old noticed flashing blue lights outside the window. Well, of course, what ever game we were playing instantly became less interesting than the two police cars outside. Apparently, the

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I feel like 2009 is going to be a year of "newness" for me. I am learning what it looks like to have and sort of lose your best friend to marriage, and at the same time I am learning what it looks like to nurture that friendship all the more because it shouldn't fizzle out because she's getting married. I am learning what it looks like to be in a relationship, the ups and downs, the apologies,

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Drew loves movies. Seriously. And since he works almost 80 hours per week, the only consistent time we have together is Saturday from around 11am until 4pm, when he heads off to work again. That gives us enough time to wander around Barnes and Noble and then go see a movie. The last two movies we've seen together were Taken and He's Just Not That Into You. I liked both of them, although they are

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Greg talked today at church about how much shame he recently realized he carries and how that shame and brokenness and ineptitude sometimes completely cripples him, that it's difficult for him to live in the reality that Christ loves him regardless. C.S. Lewis wrote this: "[God] works on us in all sorts of ways. But above all, He works on us through each other. Men are mirrors, or "carriers" of

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I've been at UNCG for almost three years now and yet some things don't change. Whenever there is a traveling preacher who gets on his imaginary or literal soap box to yell at students, my heart breaks. I creep as close as I can bear to the crowd and listen in horror as someone who purports to be a Christian yells insults, mis-construed and out-of-context Bible verses at students. Some students

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Please, can we just pause for a minute to talk about Grey's Anatomy!? Seriously. If you haven't watched last week's episode, go do that now, and then you can come back and read this blog (and agree with everything I say). Okay, anyone who watches this show probably wants Derek and Meredith to be together. I mean, maybe they're not PERFECT for each other, but clearly the writers desperately want

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There have been things that have surprised me as Drew and I date. But quite possibly the biggest thing is that people are unwilling to be supportive. And what surprises me more is that not only are they unwilling to be supportive (and happy for me), but they won't tell me why they're not. Here's the thing. Everyone has a very clear concept of what a relationship should look like... and it's funny

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Go to: http://www.howmanyofme.com/search/ and type in your first and last name. It's actually really interesting.The top first names, according to this website are:1. James2. John3. Robert4. Michael5. Mary6. William7. David8. Richard9. Charles10. Joseph"Lindsay" is the 536th most popular name in the U.S. And Widenhouse doesn't even make it onto the list, but it is estimated that fewer than 336

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We're working on getting him to smile...

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So, as many of you are aware, I have started dating a guy named Drew. We're taking it slow, so don't freak out. And for those of you who want to be protective, he's so sweet and nice and treats me very well.What I like about Drew:-the way he wants to hold my hand in the car-that he sends me a text message first thing when he wakes up-that he is as obsessed with mushrooms as I am-that he loves to

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I've been at my job for a little over a week. I'm enjoying it for the most part; I've only had a couple rough moments thus far.I had a high bridal conversion, a really good first week of sales, and a decent overall PMP report.The longer I'm there, the more I am beginning to "own" my job. I've started noticing when things are out of place; I'm getting better at finding a particular gown in rows

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It's shaping up to look like 2009 is going to be full of a LOT of things that I've never done before, am afraid I'll fail miserably at doing, (and apparently, from reading this sentence thus far, a grand opportunity for a lot of pessimism...lovely), and in general a lot of "scary" things that are going to happen. Let's see. I start my job at David's Bridal (read the previous post if you want to

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I officially start my job this week. As in, I will be working one-on-one with brides, mothers of brides/grooms, bridal parties...you get the gist. As in, after one hour of sort-of shadowing a bridal consultant who's done this for almost two years, I'm on my own. As in, after 12 hours of training, (read: going through a manual in a group and briefly looking through the stock, which has since

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-28139603399185636052008-12-19T22:04:00.003-05:002008-12-19T22:08:15.848-05:00

Right next to Campus is a Walgreens, on the corner. As I was going in the other day, I noticed something that made me stop and wonder...In front of the stoor, as is so common this time of year, was a Salvation Army employee ringing a bell, asking for donations. And on the street corner was a homeless man, with a sign that said: "Homeless veteran. Anything helps. God bless." And I wondered...how

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-10504685264062351992008-12-11T23:12:00.003-05:002008-12-11T23:19:02.408-05:00

As many of you know, I have been helping with almost every detail of Laura Jo's wedding-- and enjoying it thoroughly. As a part of that, I went with her to many different bridal shops to try on gowns... and the more I learned, the more the sales associates (or bridal consultants) would just let me do their job for them and leave us alone.So the other day, my friend Sarah asked me to go with her

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"You know that feeling where everything feels right? Where you don't have to worry about tomorrow or yesterday? Where you feel safe and know you're doing the best you can? There's a word for that. It's called love." -Akeelah and the Bee

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I hate this time of year. Oh yes, I love giving thanks, anticipating and celebrating the birth of our Savior, and the impending joy of this season. But, with my birthday three days before Christmas, and two different families to celebrate Christmas and my birthday with, a lot of nagging goes on. Everyone wants to know what I want. "Nothing," is not an acceptable answer. But for whatever reason "

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This is Emily. Lindsay left up her blog at my house. The end.currently listening to: the format

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May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation and war, so that you may reach out

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As my best friend plans her wedding, no detail, no matter how small, has been unknown to me. From colors, to the dress, to the location, each and every aspect has been something on which she asked my opinion, took me with her to shop or visit, etc. 99% of the time, I knew things before her family did.But this weekend, she surprised me. We were in the Outer Banks together and I had gone to take a

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George Whitfield, an 18th C preacher, was known for his theological disagreements with John Wesley. The two, though both respectable men, disagreed so greatly in their theology of Christianity. One day, a reporter asked George Whitfield about John Wesley. "Reverend," the reporter said, "do you think you will see John Wesley in Heaven?" The question was an obvious invitation to openly bash

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I realized yesterday that I expect other people to come through and "fix" things, whether they are professionals, friends, family, whatever. I expect that if I have a problem that I cannot fix, that they ought to know how and be willing to fix it. The problem is rarely with the willingness. It's the knowing how.And I realized yesterday that my expectations of other people in this way stems from

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I realized yesterday that I have a serious need to feel like I cannot be easily replaced. And maybe this is selfish, worldly, un-Christian, and egotistical of me. But the need is very real.I recently quit my job as an RA, which also means that I no longer sit on about five Departmental committees. It also means that I am not on the Exec Board of the RA Association. Obviously, the Department is

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-70703516357321973192008-10-08T00:26:00.004-04:002008-10-08T00:38:17.379-04:00

I didn't get tagged but I like this... and well, since I'm not sleeping pretty much at all, I haven't much better to do with my time.1. I've come to realize that my hair...does not want to be straight or flat, regardless of how long I work on it in the mornings.2. I've come to realize that my legs...appreciate high heels less than I thought.3. I've come to realize that my job...became my identity

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-91673065437541189092008-10-01T00:33:00.003-04:002008-10-01T00:39:24.725-04:00

I learned an important lesson just fifteen minutes ago: how to bow out. I have been an RA (resident advisor) for over a year, and have learned to utilize my resources and pass the ball, when things are too much for me to handle alone. They drill into our heads the idea that we are never alone, that there are always others to go to.BUT, I quit my job this past Friday, for a number of reasons. So

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They're not teenaged. They're not mutant. And they're not ninjas, but they ARE my four itty-bitty red-eared sliders... turtles, that is. Here they are: This one is Ralph. This is Waldo. This is Emerson. And Squirt, the littlest one, was hiding from the camera. They're so fun. They swim all around and wrestle with each other and kick and hit each other and climb up on the

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-84880394409302807552008-08-31T21:02:00.001-04:002008-08-31T21:02:50.361-04:00

Sometimes, words fail.

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I started classes today. I have been at school in the residence halls for almost three weeks, though, for RA training. I'm emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted, and my first week has only just begun. Great.But as I go to classes and hear the same speeches about class expectations, rules, academic integrity, assignment policies, blah blah blah blah, over and over again, I find myself

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I wrote this poem about two days ago... My Restless HeartMy restless heart grows wearyFrom the strain of every dayAs I plod my way through lifeAnd watch the skies turn grayMy restless heart strainsAgainst the pulling of the tideAs I fail and stumble, trip and fallThough time and time I've triedMy restless heart cannot take itThe years of endless failures mountThe heartache and the broken

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We were all hanging out in Laura Jo's room... and I was trying to maneuver around some stuff, and in doing so I, without thinking, kicked her dumbell hoping to move it out of my way.My response wasn't a cry of agony or a groan of pain. I looked Laura Jo square in the eye, and said indignantly, "Your dumbell didn't move when I kicked it!""Gee, Linds, it's an eight-pound weight. What'd you expect?"

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But I have finally been able to realize that for me, forgiveness is much harder than murder, but more people benefit in the end. The guy who hurt me has a wife and a daughter (Does that bother me? Definitely. Do I wonder if he hurts his daughter? All the time. Do I think it’s unfair that he could possibly be living a perfectly normal, happy life without remorse? Of course.) But for me to stop

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I was inspired recently to write about forgiveness. So this post will contain at least two parts. I have a feeling that this first part is not going to be easy to read, and at first, it may not sound much like forgiveness. It may even make some of you angry. I'm cool with that. Comment if you feel so inclined, but before you get completely enraged at me or at anyone else, let the second part get

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I have been the wayward childI have acted outI have questioned SovereigntyAnd had my share of doubtAnd though sometimes my prayers feel likeThey're bouncing off the skyThe hand I hold won't let me goAnd is the reason why...[Chorus:]I will stumbleI will fall downBut I will not be movedI will make mistakesI will face heartacheBut I will not be movedOn Christ the Solid Rock I standAll other ground

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Surrender don’t come natural to meI’d rather fight You for something I don’t really wantThan take what You give that I need.And I’ve beat my head against so many walls,Now I’m falling down. I’m falling on my knees.I have always struggled with surrender. I don’t want to lose control, even if I know that God being in control is far better than me. It’s like that line in the Casting Crowns song: “

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for not only a blog post, but a reality check. Last night, I was unhappily reminded again of the reality of college life. I'm going to make relationships and inevitably, people are going to move away. I've simply never been okay with this. It's a serious flaw. I get easily and comfortably attached to people and I often find that they leave, with sincere promises to keep in touch, but the reality

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-36841899808372896922008-07-02T22:54:00.007-04:002008-07-02T23:03:46.324-04:00

Laura Jo and I are sitting in her room-- or the one she's renting for the summer-- the night before her birthday. Nick (her boyfriend of five and a half years) calls her. He apparently asked her what her favorite type of candy is. Laura Jo looks at me and says, "Hey, Linds, what's my favorite kind of candy?" It wasn't a joke. She was asking me. 'Cause she knew I'd know, almost better than she

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I'm currently reading The Shack, by William P. Young. If you haven't read this book, READ IT. I'm not completely finished with it yet, but I can't put it down. Here is what part of the back of the book says: In a world where religion seems to grow increasingly irrelevant, The Shack wrestles with the timeless question, "Where is God in a world filled with unspeakable pain?" The answers [the main

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One of the things that I've been sort of praying about, as late as today even, and for at least the past few weeks, is that I would be shown how/where to tell my story. Well, today one of the elders from our church called my cell phone and said that someone had recommended that I share my story on Sunday at church. He asked if I would be willing to. What could I do, honestly, other than say yes?

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I've been challenged to think about my story lately. I guess it's also my testimony. And, as it is with everyone's story, mine is constantly evolving into something and the ways I grow and change become a part of it and the ways I see God work become a part of it. I've come to a few realizations, that may not be all that earth-shattering for anyone else... but they are for me.  My little "s"

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I've realized after moving home for the summer that I don't live in the freedom offered by Christ. I allow myself to get mangled in the traps of worldliness; I care far too much what everyone around me thinks; I take people's criticism, tirades and screaming far too seriously; and I beat myself up for stupid things. There is freedom in the grace of Jesus Christ, an offering that I am called to

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On Sunday, I was at church, and during musical worship, I was singing and this lady that I don't know, though I recognize her face, came up behind me, and hugged me (awkward #1) and then said, "I just love watching you worship. It's beautiful." Call me self-conscious. Call me radically self-consumed. Call me neurotic. I'm probably all of those things, but suddenly worship felt different to me.

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So, when mom moved in with Jennie when I was eight and a half or so, I was afraid (and I'm talking terrified, won't go anywhere near...) dogs. And Jennie had two-- an English setter, which is a medium sized dog, named Finney and a Yorkie (a small, yappy dog) named Max. Max and I quickly became inseparable. He followed me around, slept in my bed, lay with me while I did homework, etc. I loved Max.

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"Don't pray for an easy life. Pray to be a strong person." -Unknown 

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Daisy is the new addition to our house. She has been living with us for about 3 months or so. There's also Riley, our black lab and Jenna, our golden retriever, and Hope, our cat. Daisy is hyper and a mix of a million breeds. I've heard everything from german shepherd to pit bull to yellow/white lab to chihuahua to chow-chow. Whatever.  Anyway, I discovered something the other day: Daisy is

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I started my summer internship at the North Carolina Department of Public Instruction yesterday. Let me tell you how I feel about my job:Top 10 things I love about my job:10. It involves task-oriented work... there are goals to be achieved. I like that.9. It allows me to be a perfectionist and an organization freak... this is good-- I can be myself.8. I get to go to the legislature and see how

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"We cannot grasp the true meaning of the divine holiness by thinking of someone or something very pure and then raising the concept to the highest degree we are capable of. God's holiness is not simply the best we know infinitely bettered. We know nothing like divine holiness. It stands apart, unique, unapproachable, incomprehensible and unattainable... Holy is the way God is. To be holy He does

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Christians drive me nuts sometimes. (Wow, I never thought I would start a blog post off that way... haha) But really, it has started to make me down-right angry when people try to curb my emotions regarding a situation with phrases like "Don't worry, God will take care of it" or "Just pray about it." Okay, don't get me wrong, I do believe in the power and importance of prayer. And I also believe

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-13724341876394121802008-05-11T15:40:00.003-04:002008-05-11T15:54:40.499-04:00

"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." - C.S.LewisGreg talked today about LOVE. This wasn't a big surprise, since the sermon series right now is on 1 Corinthians 13. It was a really good sermon. He talked a lot about unconditional love, and how it's odd that we desire, crave, long for, and

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Lord I'm tiredSo tired from walkingAnd Lord I'm so aloneAnd Lord the darkIs creeping inCreeping upTo swallow meI think I'll stopRest here a whileAnd didn't You see me cry'n?And didn't You hear me call Your name?Wasn't it You I gave my heart to?I wish You'd rememberWhere you sat it downAnd this is all that I can say right nowAnd this is all that I can giveI didn't notice You were standing hereI

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Laura Jo's dad sent me a book of 101 famous poems, mostly because there was one poem that I absolutely loved in the book. I'm going to share it with you, because right now I'm feeling empty and without anything to say.IfIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on youIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt youBut make allowance for their doubting tooIf you

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I wasn't going to write about this, but it's weighing too much on my heart not to. I'm struggling being in Intervarsity right now. I feel like I have to be this upstanding, amazing Christian in order to be considered "okay." I don't know exactly how to explain this.About a month ago, I went to Greene Street, a club. I didn't drink and I don't plan to before I am twenty-one. I didn't do anything

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Do the one thing you think you cannot do. Fail at it. Try again. Do better the second time. The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire. This is your moment. Own it. The one thing I have felt a longing for, this year especially, is to be so deeply passionate about something. I want a purpose, a drive, a calling, a sense of why I am alive. I want to be thoroughly

Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00348526317314890747noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465864.post-52803378958203872512008-04-03T01:32:00.004-04:002008-04-03T01:41:04.337-04:00

I feel like my life is in upheaval right now. Every thing seems to be changing at a rate I cannot keep up with, heading in an unexpected, and sometimes terribly wrong, direction in an out-of-control-feeling way... I told Laura Jo this and she said, "But really, Linds, it isn't." I didn't so much like that answer... but I realized that she wasn't trying to invalidate my feelings, as I initially

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As Your children gather in peaceAll the angels sing in HeavenIn Your temple all that I seekIs to glimpse Your holy presenceAll the heavens could not hold You, LordHow much less to dwell in me?I can only make my one desireHolding on to TheeAll the angels exalt You on highWhat a kingdom to depart!But You left Your throne in the skyJust to live inside my heartAll the heavens could not hold You,

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"In either case-- whether we try to secure means for repeating the pleasure at will or turn from what is given to something else which is desired-- Lewis thinks that we will eventually lose the capacity for delighting in what is received. For to treat a created thing as something more than that is to destroy its true character. To seek in any created thing a complete fulfillment of the longing

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Today, I was driving in my car and the sky was really, really, really, really dark grey. The word ominous came to mind. I was so sure that the bottom of the sky would fall out with torrential rains, and lots of thunder and lightning-- my favorite kind of storm-- but you know what? It didn't. It snowed instead.I just thought that was funny.

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I've been tagged. (I kinda think this game is slightly ridiculous, but I guess I will succumb to the pressure and do it anyways...) I have to put 7 weird things about me. Here goes...1) I have a HUGE (and I mean gigantic!) obsession with going to men's section department stores and basking in the beauty of...(drum roll please)... folded polo shirts stacked (neatly, of course) according to color.

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"Their heart is divided, now they shall be found faulty." -Hosea 10:2Lately, I just feel like my heart is divided, like I am trying to balance two different things. I don't know what is wrong with me.Sorry I don't have anything more interesting to write about tonight.

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The great people of this earth today are the people who pray. I do not mean those who talk about prayer, nor those who can explain about prayer. I mean those people who take time out and pray. They have not time; time must be taken from something else. This something else is important, very important and pressing, but still less important and less pressing than prayer. -S.D. GordonUnexpectedly,

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the newest addition to our household... DAISY

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Sammie Jo suggested I read a book called Running on Empty: Contemplative Spirituality for Overachievers. I love it. And it doesn't matter if you label yourself an overachiever or not, if you find yourself always busy, always running on the hamster wheel, always trying to do enough, be enough, become enough, etc... then this book is for you. It is wonderful."The crazy truth is that as much as we

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I gave a small part of my testimony Thursday at InterVarsity. We have this thing each week at our chapter meeting called "Word From The Heard." Basically, one person in our group gets up and talks about something that God's been teaching them or shares something with the rest of the chapter. I've never done it before, but recently, I've really felt God lay it on my heart to speak.Let me back up.

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Romans 5:20 "But where sin increased, grace increased all the more."

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In small group on Wednesday night, we talked about love. We looked at a lot of verses, but the one that struck me the most was from Luke 6:‘But I say to you that listen, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from anyone who takes away your coat do not withhold even

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