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Thursday, May 26, 2011. Who ever would have thunk it! Not this girl in a million years. I miss that gun. I miss that guy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Daily enjoying the adventure that IS life. View my complete profile. Tudor and cici lance. A really good idea. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from kristenanne. Make your own badge here.
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..........................: being oneself
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Friday, October 28, 2011. Attempts to walk, struggle through the leaves, the muck, getting through the fall. the changes. the changing of my mind. pushing past the desire to please. to make you love me. all of you. Longing for peace in the midst. how to be, me. just me. honoring my soul. honoring my quest. my journey. my heart. my soul. You say there's a lot of my's in there. you say the struggle isn't about that. you say so many things you confuse me. The words of one who is wise says, yes.
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..........................: A litany of rememberance: my Mentee H
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Thursday, January 20, 2011. A litany of rememberance: my Mentee H. My tribute eulogy remembrance speech for Heather Lynn Parman. 1/18/2011. At this point in Heather's life she was very different from the woman we all know today. She had this wonderful apathy. Literally, she decided I was "her" mentor and that's the way it's been ever since. Mentoring Heather was a GIFT. She and I met together once or twice a week for about 3 years and wrestled through what it meant to love Jesus. One meeting, she int...
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..........................: the why's
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Wednesday, May 04, 2011. Reasons I miss them. You took me to see girly movies. You wouldn't see them with me but you would pay for me to go. The clothes you wore made me smile. The colors you wore made you disappear. You saw me, and asked for more. You heard me and let me be. Screaming was music to you. Music made you smile. Of the laughter we shared. Together we were hilarious. When we talked, I created. Our touch was precious. Your smell put me at ease. Food and smells spurred on conversation.
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..........................: you and you and you and you
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Friday, April 29, 2011. You and you and you and you. Rich deep dirt darker than coffee grounds cover the bones with that scent that reminds you who's in charge. Taking possession of a different kind your timid demure kindness that extinguishes rage comes forth. you'd have done everything and anything not to have hurt me. the blessing amongst the thorns. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Daily enjoying the adventure that IS life. View my complete profile. Tudor and cici lance. A really good idea.
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..........................: pride
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Saturday, October 29, 2011. PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it,. Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,. Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,. Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Daily enjoying the adventure that IS life. View my complete profile. Tudor and cici lance. A really good idea. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from kristenanne. Make your own badge here.
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..........................: the bottom of things
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Friday, August 05, 2011. The bottom of things. Buster and I were discussing grace and grief and feelings and thoughts today on IM and we were both thinking about what we might call our books we write one day. His. Something along these lines". The bottom of things". See, that's really what it all comes down to. What's at the bottom of things. What's really at the bottom is God. I want to know you. I want to see your face. I want to know you more. If I was buster, id be calling my book. Sit Buster, Sit!
