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Name: amber chelie
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Metro: Nashville
Birthday: 4/1/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: the sky, duck tape, paper napkins, poetry, flowers, mountains, the smell of cold
Expertise: asking questions
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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AIM:  ssecnirpROIRRAW
Member Since:
12/25/2004
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| if it hasn't been obvious in my almost two month time span b/t entries, i'm unofficially quiting xanga. my life has other priorities of the moment. if oneline-journal-things is how you prefer to communicate w/people, it might interest you to know i'm now on facebook. in the words of james mcleod, "peace out, homies!" | | |
| it's def been almost a month since i've posted something. ::sighs:: my dad warned me when i entered college that life only gets busier....he was right! i'm juggling more responsibilities right now than ever before; at the same time, God's prepared me for them.
i've been learning about the power of community, accountability, and true friendship. i understand that God is ultimately all i need, but there's a reason i'm not the only one on this earth. my days experience much more freedom when i feel connected to those closest to me -- in addition to daily God-time. being "connected" and "communicating" are two totally different concepts, though. the friendships i treasure most are the hardest ones to make time for b/c our schedules clash in almost every way possible.
when i take time to observe reality, i find that my friendships are much more realistic than i think. my best girl friends now will prolly be spread out all over the world in the next decade or two. if we can't find time to keep up our friendships while we live together, they'll never survive after school. as hard as it is to not have quality time w/my boyfriend everyday, there have been plenty of times in my parents' marriage where their schedules only allow them to "pass in the night" (saith jomama).
i heard one of those "life changing sermons" four years ago wherein my youth pastor emphasized that "God is in the business of preparation!" as busy as life gets and as much as i feel out of control, it's comforting to know that Someone's not too busy and Someone's in control. | | |
| from beth moore's "living beyhond yourself"...
"for reasons we may never know, God entrusted to womankind a most wonderful and terrible gift: the power of influence...at its best, it teaches, nurtures, encourages, exhorts, evangelizes, and disciples. at worst, it cripples and kills. the line between influence and manipulation is extremely fine. influence is so easy to use, it's frightening. maybe it's the reason God exhorts us to 'gentle and quiet' spirits. we need to think before we speack and act. the warnings in scripture are not provided b/c we are so lowly, but b/c we possess such an awesome gift."
1 peter 3:1-4...."wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them don't believe the word, they may be wond over w/o words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives. your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. insteac, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirti, which is of great worth in God's sight."
james 1:19-20...."my dear brothers, take note of this: everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry, for a man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires."
oh if i could grasp this powerful truth! oh if today's women understood who we can be! | | |
| i've given up trying to make this entry into a dramatic story. so, here are the facts. last thursday i was assigned to move couches from cooper to unit c w/another fellow coordinator. we spent all day moving them onto the grass, into the truck, out of the truck, and into the dorm. at precisely 430pm-ish he and i were unloading a large, wooden-framed couch from the truck. he drug it out and i was supposed to grab the other end; however, he went too fast and i didn't have time to get a hold of it. consequently, we lost control and the couch came toppling onto my left foot. not saying a word, i picked up my end of the couch and we finished our job. an hour and a half later, i took my tennis shoe off to find my foot bruised and swollen. being the tough girl that i pretend to be, i grabbed some ice and went to dinner. i knew something was wrong when the ice wasn't very cold b/c my foot was already numb! after freaking out the rest of the student services' staff at thursday night's mtg, i was told to fill out a worker's comp form friday morning. much to others' persuasion, i spent all of friday in the luxurious waiting rooms of the greenville medical system. although it looks much worse, i'm told it's only a contusion. in other words, it's a deep tissue bruise. b/c it was still so swollen, i was given an ace bandage, an "old-lady boot," and crutches. i'm supposed to stay off of it for a week, so the swelling will go down. after churc today, i was feeling pretty good, so i walked on it w/o my crutches all afternoon around wal-mart and save-a-lot. unfortunately, that wasn't the best decision b/c it's swollen again. thanks to my precious coordinator team, i'm back on crutches....at least until they're out of sight. ::wink:: i feel like a wuss w/crutches and a bruise; although, the goal is to heal, right?! i wish i could take a picture of this monster for you....we'll see what mitzi's camera can do on tuesday. ::smiles:: | | |
| most readers of these random thoughts of mine are aware that i desire to teach english as a second language. those same persons can also remember that i don't yet have a direction in which to focus my esl passion. i've decided that my first second language should be spanish b/c that is the language in which i've had the most training. as a result, i'm earnestly seeking and praying about an opportunity to live in a spanish speaking country next summer so i can refresh and perfect my spanish. i'd rather not go w/a large group of americans b/c i don't want to be tempted to speak predominately english. on the other hand, i don't want to go alone b/c i don't know enough of the language to feel like i can protect myself if need be. in conclusion, my heart is heavy as i learn to have peace in the Creator of the unkown. due to the kindred souls of my audience, i thought these few, scattered thoughts bouncing around my brain might do more good, for me or for others, if i let them escape. | | |
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