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the old days...: 08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006
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A very good year. Okay My little break is over. But boy was it ever grand! Even more grand though is all the possibilities and promise that lie in the year ahead. All the students came back last Thursday. It was so good to meet the new people and see the returning students again. I missed them so much. Already this year feels so much more different than last year. It's a difference that's palpable. I know I am going to love this coming year and this coming year is going to love me. This year I plan to:.
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the old days...: containing the universe...
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So I was home today battling the stomach flu and after sleeping most of the day I decided to check my email as I had not yet received word on my acceptance to attend a summit in London in April on human trafficking. I logged in and found the following email. Thank you for applying to our. Bringing the World Home: Stopping Human Trafficking. 1:00pm-1:30pm, with the conference starting promptly at 1:30pm and running until 8:15pm. On Saturday, April 28th, it will run from 9:15am (with breakfast from. London...
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the old days...: i am...
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In conversations with 2 local Rotary Clubs and 2 local mayors about sponsoring me on my trip to London. Trying to work in a trip to Chicago to visit North Park University over Spring Break in just a couple weeks. Changing my major (yes, again! To Biblical and Theological Studies with either a double major in Psychology or Sociology (I have taken significantly more Psych classes than I have Soc classes though.) or a minor in one of the two. Working on a couple ideas for future posts so stay tuned. Check b...
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the old days...: 04/01/2007 - 05/01/2007
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Because my template seems to be all jabberwockied (ie: my archive dates are all messed up and I don't know how to fix it), I am moving. To visit me at my new home, click here. Links to this post. I didn't understand it then, what I was saying, and maybe I still don't. Perhaps I never will fully comprehend the extent of the power of my words that day. I didn't know that they would change my life, or what little was left of it, and then the next life too. Let me start again. I remember that I used to wish ...
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the old days...: remembering mom...
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I think I posted this a year ago today. But that's okay with me. I can make it a sort-of annual tradition. Today marks the seventh anniversary of the beginning of my mother's new life in heaven. I wrote this on the one-year anniversary of that beginning. When liquid prism raindrops darken the path where I tread,. And thunderstorms spill ravenous but sweet upon my head,. It is then that I remember. Behold the days of puddle-jumping up and down the street. So fresh, so green. It is then that I remember.
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the old days...: my reckless abandonment...
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And how one of his friends, Peter, had once walked on water because he. Said that he could; how he would simply say to someone, "Follow me," and that person would drop everything, completely transfixed, and follow him so close they were covered in the dust he kicked up. In the beginning, I thought Who does he think he is, telling people that kind of stuff? And it went from that to Man, who is. And then to I want to meet this man, this mystery. And I mean, come on, who did I think I was anyway? I wasn't f...
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the old days...: happiness is love shaped...
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Happiness is love shaped. In honor of Valentine's Day, I put the word love. Into the slogan generator (see the link in my sidebar under online entertainment) to see what it would come up with. These are the results; some are really quite profound and some are simply fun. Enjoy! Love is mightier than the sword! Every kiss begins with love. Come to life, come to love. Behold the power of love. Only love can prevent forest fires. Happiness is a cigar called love. Go on, get your love out. Let the love out.
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the old days...: i am moving...
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Because my template seems to be all jabberwockied (ie: my archive dates are all messed up and I don't know how to fix it), I am moving. To visit me at my new home, click here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. TE Lawrence, Lawrence of Arabia. I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.". So i go now.
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the old days...: 11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006
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That is Athabascan for, "Is it good with you? I saw a movie Friday night with my friend Jeff. Deja vu is a great movie and here is just a little piece of trivia for you: there is an ambulance in the movie and on the front of it where the license plate should be there is one of those dealer advertising tags, you know what I am talking about? I am working on a couple other posts, one of which I hope to have up by this weekend. Links to this post. Faith - it's not just believing in God, it's believing God (...
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the old days...: 03/01/2007 - 04/01/2007
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I think I posted this a year ago today. But that's okay with me. I can make it a sort-of annual tradition. Today marks the seventh anniversary of the beginning of my mother's new life in heaven. I wrote this on the one-year anniversary of that beginning. When liquid prism raindrops darken the path where I tread,. And thunderstorms spill ravenous but sweet upon my head,. It is then that I remember. Behold the days of puddle-jumping up and down the street. So fresh, so green. It is then that I remember.
