I've been making too many excuses lately. Need to think. Need to pray. Need to be held accountable for past neglects.
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Sometimes I wonder if I care too much. Or maybe there's not enough people in this world who care enough. I'm not looking for world peace - but places like Afghanistan and Algeria catch my attention because of the suffering that goes on unnoticed by practically everyone else. Unnoticed, and unrestrained.
When I was a freshman in high school, I was already thinking of what I wanted to major in in college. And maybe it seems way off the map for some of you to believe, but I wanted to get into computer science. I thought it'd be the right field for me, since I was always doing stuff on the computer (to tell ye the truth, I'm computer-literate enough to find my way around either Windows or Mac without crashing the machine) - until I realized that the only reason I ever get on a computer was to write.
I joined the high school newspaper during my senior year, and that pretty much clinched it for me. Writing had turned into more than a hobby for me by then - if I wasn't reading a book, I was writing away, using my imagination as ink and my inspirations as paper. My journalism teacher's encouragement fueled the fire even more. Funny how things can turn out for you in the end, huh?
Whoohoo! I don't have to work tomorrow; that means more time to get ready for said wedding (mentioned below), besides cleaning before we leave for S.F., writing, reading . . . and a million other things.
I need a theme for my city profile on Jerusalem. It's a little somethin' I just decided to do after reading through half a novel on said city. I don't want to do the ordinary thing and zip through the history of this awesome city and bore you with details you already know. There's gotta be elements out there that are extraordinary, not well-known and maybe oddball facts about Jerusalem - elements I can fashion a common theme from. Got any ideas?
Was outta the house for most of the day yesterday, shopping for the wedding and then helping at the church for their Independence Day celebration. The fireworks display was awesome! The food (er, junk food, that is) was good, the fellowship was good, and the fun was good. 'Twas all good!
And now let the hectic preparations for the wedding begin . . . (Minus the PMS, I hope!) And in case yer wondering what wedding I'm talking about, my uncle's getting hitched this Saturday, and I'm a bridesmaid. Yea(!), me. My voice is just dripping with excitement - can't you tell?
blog of the week : krets
quote of the week : "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller
It's been a pretty long time since I've played with Legos!
It's 106 degrees out here. Too hot to do anything!
Jerusalem. The center of three major religions, the center of a senseless and yet somewhat prophetic war that's been raging for centuries, built and rebuilt many times over, and yet it still manages to retain a mystical and almost legendary aura, like a royal robe settled over the shoulders of King David himself.
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.
Shoot. I'm rather ashamed of myself. This morning my dad yelled at me over something that seemed rather trivial, and I got completely pissed at him about it. So pissed that I started swearing during a tirade. (And really, Lee, I didn't mean to use you as a thermal vent.) And it was definitely not Christian behavior . . . argh!
Live and learn, Rhe. Who said you were a perfect Christian?
That wasn't a great example I set, though.
There will only ever be One perfect and great example, ya know. Follow his lead.
Good idea . . .
Mir told me something last night that reminded me of one of those late nights I spent back in the dorm, when Jocelyn first moved in. I think it was a little after 1 am and I was already in bed, about to crash, 'cept we'd latched on to an interesting subject and were gone talking and talking - and then all of a sudden, it's morning. And I'm wondering why I'm still wearing my glasses. Apparently I'd knocked out while she was still talking. Talk about rude, ya know? And weird!
Fourth o' July is juuuust around the corner. Fireworks, hotdogs, cotton candy, more BBQs, sunshine, picnics . . . all part of an all-American holiday. Ahhhh.
verses of the week : "you are the light of the world. a city on a hill cannot be hidden. neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. in the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven." matthew 5 : 14 - 16
It's funny (strange funny, that is) and pretty sad that the church in the rest of the world continues to grow and expand - and yet the church in the America is shrinking year by year. Why? Well, we have the resources for outreach . . . we just don't have the heart for it. Perhaps even the love.