poor Millsap. by the time we match the offer sheet, get rid of Booz, and begin playing again, everyone's gonna basically expect an easy ride to the championship, considering all the hype his name has generated. ha. and we'll be lucky if we make it past the first round, most likely.
and that's my semi-pro prediction. hopefully the fanatical fair-weathers don't massacre him as well, when he doesn't fulfill these high-falutin' expectations.
ohhhhhhhh, SNAP! take THAT for talkin a language you don't speak.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
The Hardest Part
And the hardest part
Was letting go not taking part
Was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start
I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds
Oh and I
I wish that I could work it out
And the hardest part
Was letting go not taking part
You really broke my heart
And I tried to sing
But I couldn't think of anything
That was the hardest part
I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
Your silver lining the clouds
Oh and I
Oh and I
I wonder what it's all about
I wonder what it's all about
Everything I know is wrong
Everything I do just comes undone
And everything is torn apart
Oh and it's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
Yeah that's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
:: Coldplay ::
. . : : a heart isn't always broken by a lover
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sabine!
Fact:
most archetypal persons who endow us with their personal sports commentary of players, their abilities, and their life situations do so by simply reiterating the stance of others- not by personal examination of said players in real time games or other similar venues of exhibition.
This rather foul and disgusting practice exemplifies my sincere distaste for those who assert their views of said matters, which is essentially blatant plagiarism.
Hrump.
most archetypal persons who endow us with their personal sports commentary of players, their abilities, and their life situations do so by simply reiterating the stance of others- not by personal examination of said players in real time games or other similar venues of exhibition.
This rather foul and disgusting practice exemplifies my sincere distaste for those who assert their views of said matters, which is essentially blatant plagiarism.
Hrump.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Great Basin Kingdom: An Economic History of Latter-Day Saints 1830-1900, By Leonard J. Arrington
Susanna Metzger
Essay #2
Around 2000
The close relationship between economics and religion was obvious in the Mormon’s choice of settlement in the Salt Lake Valley; a secluded yet fertile land, the perfect place for their intentions. The Mormon people who left Nauvoo were already planning on settling in the Great Basin, and Joseph Smith’s death only hastened their journey.
After gathering much information on the Great Basin, they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley July 1847. Explorations revealed a dry, mountainous land, protected by huge mountains to the east and west. Committees were formed, and each was assigned their own work tasks for building up the city. One such group was called the “council”, and acted as a type of government.
In September, the arrival of about 1,540 more people forced the council to command more houses to be built, and a large field staked off for farming purposes. A type of famine came upon them during the winter, caused by destroyed crops and too many people.
The second year, land was distributed, laws were made concerning regulation of natural resources, and irrigation canals and ditches were dug. They also constructed more public works, and began a circulation of money, backed by gold dust from California. Although the Mormons tried to prevent another winter famine, they failed, and hunger was again a problem during the winter. Also, as a means to provide for the poor, the council prohibited the use of corn for making whiskey, and commanded the more fortunate to share with the less fortunate. When spring began to come, the people grew discouraged, and began to leave. But Brigham Young reminded them that God had called them to the Great Basin.
The Mormon settlement of the Salt Lake Valley was patterned after their earlier attempts, and their seemingly different way of living can be attributed to their seclusion from the rest of the country.
Essay #2
Around 2000
The close relationship between economics and religion was obvious in the Mormon’s choice of settlement in the Salt Lake Valley; a secluded yet fertile land, the perfect place for their intentions. The Mormon people who left Nauvoo were already planning on settling in the Great Basin, and Joseph Smith’s death only hastened their journey.
After gathering much information on the Great Basin, they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley July 1847. Explorations revealed a dry, mountainous land, protected by huge mountains to the east and west. Committees were formed, and each was assigned their own work tasks for building up the city. One such group was called the “council”, and acted as a type of government.
In September, the arrival of about 1,540 more people forced the council to command more houses to be built, and a large field staked off for farming purposes. A type of famine came upon them during the winter, caused by destroyed crops and too many people.
The second year, land was distributed, laws were made concerning regulation of natural resources, and irrigation canals and ditches were dug. They also constructed more public works, and began a circulation of money, backed by gold dust from California. Although the Mormons tried to prevent another winter famine, they failed, and hunger was again a problem during the winter. Also, as a means to provide for the poor, the council prohibited the use of corn for making whiskey, and commanded the more fortunate to share with the less fortunate. When spring began to come, the people grew discouraged, and began to leave. But Brigham Young reminded them that God had called them to the Great Basin.
The Mormon settlement of the Salt Lake Valley was patterned after their earlier attempts, and their seemingly different way of living can be attributed to their seclusion from the rest of the country.
Great Basin Kingdom: An Economic History of Latter-Day Saints 1830-1900, By Leonard J. Arrington
Susanna Metzger
Essay 1
around 2000
Mormon history goes back into the beginning of the nineteenth century. The founder of Mormonism, Joseph Smith, claimed to have been visited by angels, and to have translated from gold plates a 600-page record of America’s early settlers. Most Mormons come from New England, and strongly believed they needed to establish Zion, God’s kingdom, on earth.
Economics played an important part in the early history of the church, and material wealth was as important to them as spirituality. Mormonism was founded in New York, but shortly moved to Jackson County, Missouri. While there, the church devised a stewardship plan of their possessions, to help the well being of the entire church body. They also began to design a meticulous city. But they were driven out of Missouri, so they migrated to Kirtland, Ohio, where their headquarters were.
In Kirtland, they established a banking system, but after its failure, they moved to Far West, Missouri. Being driven from there, they settled in Nauvoo, Illinois. They prospered in Nauvoo until Joseph Smith and his brother were assassinated, and once more, the Mormons were driven away. They set up camps in Iowa, and sent out a Mormon battalion in order to earn money. They continued on pioneering until they reached Salt Lake Valley in July 1847. Once there, they built a village and set up their own resources in order to be independent. They realized cooperation and unity was the key to their independence, so they stressed the importance of that in their business, colonization, and their church.
The Mormons served in church without pay, being expected to earn wages elsewhere. Brigham Young was the head of the Mormon Church, and under him, bishops. The bishops were heads over separate churches, or wards, and in each ward were teachers. A council of 50 was established, who worked in political circles. Something of great importance to every good Mormon is a mission, and every male was called to serve one. It could last two to five years, and the called one must pay for it himself. Economics were very important to the Mormon Church; it was the framework to their society.
Essay 1
around 2000
Mormon history goes back into the beginning of the nineteenth century. The founder of Mormonism, Joseph Smith, claimed to have been visited by angels, and to have translated from gold plates a 600-page record of America’s early settlers. Most Mormons come from New England, and strongly believed they needed to establish Zion, God’s kingdom, on earth.
Economics played an important part in the early history of the church, and material wealth was as important to them as spirituality. Mormonism was founded in New York, but shortly moved to Jackson County, Missouri. While there, the church devised a stewardship plan of their possessions, to help the well being of the entire church body. They also began to design a meticulous city. But they were driven out of Missouri, so they migrated to Kirtland, Ohio, where their headquarters were.
In Kirtland, they established a banking system, but after its failure, they moved to Far West, Missouri. Being driven from there, they settled in Nauvoo, Illinois. They prospered in Nauvoo until Joseph Smith and his brother were assassinated, and once more, the Mormons were driven away. They set up camps in Iowa, and sent out a Mormon battalion in order to earn money. They continued on pioneering until they reached Salt Lake Valley in July 1847. Once there, they built a village and set up their own resources in order to be independent. They realized cooperation and unity was the key to their independence, so they stressed the importance of that in their business, colonization, and their church.
The Mormons served in church without pay, being expected to earn wages elsewhere. Brigham Young was the head of the Mormon Church, and under him, bishops. The bishops were heads over separate churches, or wards, and in each ward were teachers. A council of 50 was established, who worked in political circles. Something of great importance to every good Mormon is a mission, and every male was called to serve one. It could last two to five years, and the called one must pay for it himself. Economics were very important to the Mormon Church; it was the framework to their society.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
frisbee, anyone?
Jake Ulasich is obsessed with ultimate frisbee.
sorry, just had to say it. :)
so more frisbee today. a nice, cool breeze lent itself to our needy bodies. it was good. the last game I felt like i played some stellar frisbee, and that always feels rockin. Mike Parsons thought it was a good time too.
then a jaunt on over to the Moore's to have a cuppa joe (yum!) and watch the onion. heh. funny stuff.
next in line was brewvies, where Leigh and shared a pizza (artichoke hearts!!!) and we all shared some beer. Jacob, Daniel, and Elizabeth remenisced of how they used to do the star trek simulations at the elementary school- haha!
I took Liz home, then got ready to go out with Rebecca. we headed to the W Lounge for some meet and greet of my new friend Alex (Danny Dance, yo.) who gave us some champagne (VIP!) and then we did some dancing and chatting before taking off. I came home to a delicious rain, which brought out the delightful scent of our alfalfa growing in the....lawn. yum.
tomorrow shall be just as jam-packed: church at EFree, then either lunch with some singles there, or lunch with Mike P., then tennis is it's not too wet. next, graduation party for Ryan and a few other ICSers. then Jaron and I are headed to the K2 "Space Between" group, where i hope to run into Nickolai and possibly Rio. and maybe others... then we will go for coffee.
might as well make the most of the jobless state, me thinks. I concur.
sorry, just had to say it. :)
so more frisbee today. a nice, cool breeze lent itself to our needy bodies. it was good. the last game I felt like i played some stellar frisbee, and that always feels rockin. Mike Parsons thought it was a good time too.
then a jaunt on over to the Moore's to have a cuppa joe (yum!) and watch the onion. heh. funny stuff.
next in line was brewvies, where Leigh and shared a pizza (artichoke hearts!!!) and we all shared some beer. Jacob, Daniel, and Elizabeth remenisced of how they used to do the star trek simulations at the elementary school- haha!
I took Liz home, then got ready to go out with Rebecca. we headed to the W Lounge for some meet and greet of my new friend Alex (Danny Dance, yo.) who gave us some champagne (VIP!) and then we did some dancing and chatting before taking off. I came home to a delicious rain, which brought out the delightful scent of our alfalfa growing in the....lawn. yum.
tomorrow shall be just as jam-packed: church at EFree, then either lunch with some singles there, or lunch with Mike P., then tennis is it's not too wet. next, graduation party for Ryan and a few other ICSers. then Jaron and I are headed to the K2 "Space Between" group, where i hope to run into Nickolai and possibly Rio. and maybe others... then we will go for coffee.
might as well make the most of the jobless state, me thinks. I concur.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
here vs. there
Jesse Ambrose says I should say this:
"So, I might potentially be visiting England in a few months. Should I just drop the visiting part, and make it a stay?"
lol. he's a hoot.
"So, I might potentially be visiting England in a few months. Should I just drop the visiting part, and make it a stay?"
lol. he's a hoot.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
:: a moment like this ::
I's hardcore.
haha. every time Michael tries to get a picture, I leap into view with the cheesiest look on my face. I think it's starting to frustrate him, but I find hilarity in it every time. so I shall continue.
a lovely tree.
I pulled this off a friend's brother's friend's blog. I thought it was funny. And no, I'm not incredibly bored.....just waiting for something.....
Some advice from the wee ones
HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY? (Written by kids)
You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
-- Alan, age 10
No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.
-- Kristen, age 10
WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?
Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
-- Camille, age 10
HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?
You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
-- Derrick, age 8
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?
Both don't want any more kids.
-- Lori, age 8
WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?
Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)
On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
-- Martin, age 10
WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?
I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns. -- Craig, age 9
WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?
When they're rich.
-- Pam, age 7
The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.
- - Curt, age 7
The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.
-- Howard, age 8
IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?
It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)
HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?
There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?
-- Kelvin, age 8
And the #1 Favorite is........
HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?
Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.
-- Ricky, age 10
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a few of us at the Living Traditions Festival earlier this month. we had just finished an Irish "Sing a Long". it was fabulous.
Monday, May 25, 2009
a very memorable memorial weekend.
Cassie, Jake, Michael and I went hiking up Ben Lomond over the weekend. We meant to stay over two nights, but got rained out. I have never been on a more cold and wet camping trip in my life. But the hike down in the rain was so worth it-green, wonderful aroma, and so fresh. it turns out my friend Daniel Miller, and his dad Carl, hiked right by us (Cassie saw them when she was getting ready to go pee outside. :) ) and they saw us camping there, and then found one of our water bottle Cas had dropped, and left it for us on Michael's truck. I'm pretty sure Utah is too small for me- I keep running into people I know, everywhere I go. It's like a small town. Except just, small state. Meh.
Jake and I like string cheese. a lot.
she looks so cute!
cooking.
*******
I feel jaded. and frustrated. and I really want to be alone for a good long time. I'm pretty sure I need more of Jesus.
que legal!
Jake and I like string cheese. a lot.
she looks so cute!
cooking.*******
I feel jaded. and frustrated. and I really want to be alone for a good long time. I'm pretty sure I need more of Jesus.
que legal!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Say "NO" to people.
I've learned much better over the years when to say "no". when to take time away, have some solitude. I know more of when my soul is overdone in the social and media world. what I love so much about school is the ability to enjoy peace. to walk in silence. smell the pine trees. hear the birds, the jack hammers. breath in deeply of fresh, summer air.
when I don't take the time out to just be, my insides become tense. I'm on edge, I don't think clearly, and I definitely get irritated more quickly with people. when I DO take time out, to be alone, I find that when I re-enter social activity, I'm much better at seeing people with grace. better at listening. better at loving. it's a good process, if allowed to come full circle.
it's encouraging to reflect on habits, disciplines, and my soul, and find a bit of wisdom and maturity seeping in. there is hope for us all!
last week, Jake, Cas, Jacob, and I went to a roller derby competition in which some of Cassie's friends were competing. I had been unaware that such a thing even existed. at first, I was seriously doubtful about it all. but it ended up being fairly interesting, and the half-time entertainment rocked. kids on roller skates, dancing and break dancing. awesome. then we went over to Jacob and Monira's new house to help Jacob put together their new Ikea chairs and footstools. when we arrived, Cas and Jake wanted to look around, and that brought us outside. to my complete joy, we found the yard bursting with colours and fragrance. I'm so accustomed to the desert of Stockton, that vast abundances of flowers are more satisfying than a good plate of coconut korma. well, ok. maybe not. but close. anyway.....in my bare feet, I skipped over to a lilac bush, begging Jacob to allow me to pick some. he complied, so I enthusiastically picked a lovely arrangement. Jake Ulasich, semi-laughing, said that if I was born in the 60's, I would have been a hippie.
well. duh.
Jake and Jacob putting together Jacob and Monira's new chairs from Ikea.
the lovely lilacs.
pretty sure I'm just content to glory innocently like a child, in the beauty I find all around me.
when I don't take the time out to just be, my insides become tense. I'm on edge, I don't think clearly, and I definitely get irritated more quickly with people. when I DO take time out, to be alone, I find that when I re-enter social activity, I'm much better at seeing people with grace. better at listening. better at loving. it's a good process, if allowed to come full circle.
it's encouraging to reflect on habits, disciplines, and my soul, and find a bit of wisdom and maturity seeping in. there is hope for us all!
last week, Jake, Cas, Jacob, and I went to a roller derby competition in which some of Cassie's friends were competing. I had been unaware that such a thing even existed. at first, I was seriously doubtful about it all. but it ended up being fairly interesting, and the half-time entertainment rocked. kids on roller skates, dancing and break dancing. awesome. then we went over to Jacob and Monira's new house to help Jacob put together their new Ikea chairs and footstools. when we arrived, Cas and Jake wanted to look around, and that brought us outside. to my complete joy, we found the yard bursting with colours and fragrance. I'm so accustomed to the desert of Stockton, that vast abundances of flowers are more satisfying than a good plate of coconut korma. well, ok. maybe not. but close. anyway.....in my bare feet, I skipped over to a lilac bush, begging Jacob to allow me to pick some. he complied, so I enthusiastically picked a lovely arrangement. Jake Ulasich, semi-laughing, said that if I was born in the 60's, I would have been a hippie.
well. duh.
Jake and Jacob putting together Jacob and Monira's new chairs from Ikea.
the lovely lilacs. pretty sure I'm just content to glory innocently like a child, in the beauty I find all around me.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
and in all things
just enjoying my time here with Jake and Cassie. and the sun, and fresh fruit. and ultimate frisbee with retro headbands. enjoying good relationships, people who love me. enjoying the awe I feel in God's working in life, in our hearts. not exactly looking forward to classes over the summer, and needing to get a job soon to pay rent. but trusting in God's provision as always.
I'm also going over a lot of things in my mind. sometimes I think I get to a place where I'm "past that", but then the same feelings, struggles, or issues come up and I realize it's more of an on-going problem. like, why do I get so down on myself about certain things, when those things are the things I'm actually attempting to avoid? I also understand, however, that because these struggles have become an area where the devil knows I am susceptible, he can get me in it. and without dear friends like Hatley and Cassie and Rebecca, who help me walk through it, I probably would let satan have more of a stronghold. instead, I choose to take every thought captive and submit it to God. praise Him for His faithfulness and power in our lives!
our group
I'm also going over a lot of things in my mind. sometimes I think I get to a place where I'm "past that", but then the same feelings, struggles, or issues come up and I realize it's more of an on-going problem. like, why do I get so down on myself about certain things, when those things are the things I'm actually attempting to avoid? I also understand, however, that because these struggles have become an area where the devil knows I am susceptible, he can get me in it. and without dear friends like Hatley and Cassie and Rebecca, who help me walk through it, I probably would let satan have more of a stronghold. instead, I choose to take every thought captive and submit it to God. praise Him for His faithfulness and power in our lives!
our group
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Grand Canyon Day 4
view from the Clear Creek campground.
a bruise. acquired in a very unexciting, shuttle bus way. yes. i bruised my leg on the seat of a shuttle bus. before we even began hiking. how lame.
this day we planned to get up at a reasonable hour, and go for a day hike to find some water coming forth from the rocks. we found it last time we came to Clear Creek, and it was basically the highlight of my dad's and Daniel's trip. so we set off, me taking pics along the way, daniel slipping in the streams, and david just enjoying himself.
we named this one "Jesse Falls". After our friend, Jesse Falls. ha, HA!
I kissed a frog. and it felt good.
we went pretty far, even up and behind a waterfall, but eventually I was getting tired, it was getting late, and we needed to hike out a few miles that night. so david and I sat to rest, while daniel went on a bit further to seek out the fountain of youth. er, water bursting forth from the rocks?
the waterfall we climbed behind. I don't remember if we named this one?
while sitting and waiting, I imagined all sorts of scenarios where daniel got lost, hurt, or injured. and no one knew where we were. reminded me of that time in Parati, Rio de Janeiro, with Jake, Elizabeth, and Cassie. ha. those Moore's. always getting into dangerous situations. ahem. I digress.
I also thought there was an animal in a tiny cave nearby, but turns out it was nothing. then we heard daniel returning, and we climbed atop a huge boulder to hide and scare him. he was terrified. and had found the agua! success.
the rock from whence the water came.
folk will never die.
no cheese, at all.
the burninator. a story in itself!
we returned to camp, where we proceeded to enjoy the most tasty meal of rice a roni, EVER. it was cheese and broccoli, and I loved it. then we packed up and headed out. the trail on the way out was one I was fearing the entire time. but the actual steepness of it was fine, I was surprised at how quickly it was over. the height and smallness of the trail terrified me, however. and I was very nervous that david would take a fall. but we made it.
this trail. terrifying.
once out, we proceeded to rid ourselves of our excess food weight- lots of instant oatmeal and some gatoraid powder. then we found ourselves a good spot to bivvy up on the tonto, and tried to sleep. It rained a bit in the night, which had me worried. but it was only a bit, and we finally got some sleep.
the depletion of our fare.
view from the plateau above Clear Creek.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
it's life, Jim. but not as we know it.
sometimes, certain things or memories pop up in my mind, and I selfishly desire my life and my family to be back to the way it was. before everyone was taken out or away from me. but when I get over my nostalgia, my resistance to changed relationships, my hurt feelings, my loneliness- whatever it was that struck me in that moment, I often bring myself into contemplation of what God has done through me, to me, and with me- throughout the difficulties of changes.
I'm so amazed at the things I'm able to do, to strive for, to plan, to stand up to. but none of it would have happened sans God, or with the crutch of siblings. He truly knows what He's doing, when he takes certain things from us. "He gives and takes away// He gives and takes away// my heart will learn to say, Lord blessed be Your name" -c.t. that song is oft crushingly bittersweet to me, yet remains the constant reminder to me that He alone truly IS my all in all. and that is the sweetest thing, the most astounding truth my mind can seem to grasp. that God IS all I need. He IS my provision. without a job, constant moving from one place to the next- never my own home, but always staying momentarily in other's homes. a constant ebb and flow of attempting to achieve, but never seeing the results.
all this tends to sound like self-pity. well it's not. it's one of those other reminders, that as rough as it may be for me, Christ also went though it. "birds have nests, and foxes have dens" but the Son of God was a homeless man.
I love that my Jesus experienced any trial or difficulty that i shall ever encounter.
I love that God keeps me in a constant state of refining fire, always reminding me the need to be purified.
I love that I feel so out of place, no matter which group of people I commune with, because it reminds me I actually do not belong.
I love that since I chose to re-offer my heart and soul to Jesus, my passion and purpose has been re-ignited in ways unthinkable.
I love that God has provided relationships that bless me and encourage my heart, but that He's also provided relationships where i am able to speak into other's lives, and love them, as well.
I love that through practically every experience I have in life, humanity is constantly in my face, teaching me lessons of pride, humility, selfishness, compassion, faith, love, joy, patience- essentially, I learn of my own selfish desires, while at the same time, learning to be filled with the compassion, grace and mercy that Christ has given me.
I love that He's shaping my dreams, my goals, my plans- that He is the center of them all.
I love that He's enabling them to come true!
I love that when my heart becomes sad or hurt, I've learned to give my thoughts and mind back to God and allow His purposes to be more eminent and real.
I love that I am content and joyous in life, rather than feeling overwhelmed by hopelessness and wanting it al to just quickly end.
most of all, I simply love Jesus. in ways that words truly cannot express. So......
"listen to our hearts. hear our spirits sing. listen to the songs of praise that flow, from those you have redeemed. we can use the words we know, to tell you what an awesome God you are. but words are not enough, to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts."
:: bless the Lord, O my soul. and all, that is within me bless His holy, name ::
I'm so amazed at the things I'm able to do, to strive for, to plan, to stand up to. but none of it would have happened sans God, or with the crutch of siblings. He truly knows what He's doing, when he takes certain things from us. "He gives and takes away// He gives and takes away// my heart will learn to say, Lord blessed be Your name" -c.t. that song is oft crushingly bittersweet to me, yet remains the constant reminder to me that He alone truly IS my all in all. and that is the sweetest thing, the most astounding truth my mind can seem to grasp. that God IS all I need. He IS my provision. without a job, constant moving from one place to the next- never my own home, but always staying momentarily in other's homes. a constant ebb and flow of attempting to achieve, but never seeing the results.
all this tends to sound like self-pity. well it's not. it's one of those other reminders, that as rough as it may be for me, Christ also went though it. "birds have nests, and foxes have dens" but the Son of God was a homeless man.
I love that my Jesus experienced any trial or difficulty that i shall ever encounter.
I love that God keeps me in a constant state of refining fire, always reminding me the need to be purified.
I love that I feel so out of place, no matter which group of people I commune with, because it reminds me I actually do not belong.
I love that since I chose to re-offer my heart and soul to Jesus, my passion and purpose has been re-ignited in ways unthinkable.
I love that God has provided relationships that bless me and encourage my heart, but that He's also provided relationships where i am able to speak into other's lives, and love them, as well.
I love that through practically every experience I have in life, humanity is constantly in my face, teaching me lessons of pride, humility, selfishness, compassion, faith, love, joy, patience- essentially, I learn of my own selfish desires, while at the same time, learning to be filled with the compassion, grace and mercy that Christ has given me.
I love that He's shaping my dreams, my goals, my plans- that He is the center of them all.
I love that He's enabling them to come true!
I love that when my heart becomes sad or hurt, I've learned to give my thoughts and mind back to God and allow His purposes to be more eminent and real.
I love that I am content and joyous in life, rather than feeling overwhelmed by hopelessness and wanting it al to just quickly end.
most of all, I simply love Jesus. in ways that words truly cannot express. So......
"listen to our hearts. hear our spirits sing. listen to the songs of praise that flow, from those you have redeemed. we can use the words we know, to tell you what an awesome God you are. but words are not enough, to tell you of our love, so listen to our hearts."
:: bless the Lord, O my soul. and all, that is within me bless His holy, name ::
Friday, May 08, 2009
Grand Canyon Day 3
We woke up sore, on top on the tonto. It wasn't too early, but around 6:30. I could barely move. I was already popping the ibuprofen fast and furious. We headed out, towards Clear Creek campground. It was around six more miles, but it felt like it took forever.
Once we arrived, Daniel and I weren't in any mood to go on another long hike that day, we we relaxed in the little pool of water we had made five years ago. It's smaller than it used to be, but at least it still existed. The we had enough energy to head upstream a bit. We soon found a small, little waterfall that we had previously named "Charity Falls". Any ideas as to why it was dubbed thus?
Charity Falls
Daniel was eaten by the falls. I think it got mad at us or something.
enjoying the sun and the wetness of water.
The rest of the day we napped, played games, at Couscous with Pepperroni and string cheese, and just rested. David could easily have done more, but Daniel and I were plain tuckered out.
playing Mennonite Madness
We even tasted some cactus; it wasn't too bad.
doctoring his blisters
getting out of control
We ended the day by eating as many snacks as possible, trying to lessen the weight of our packs. Then we went to sleep under the stars.
Once we arrived, Daniel and I weren't in any mood to go on another long hike that day, we we relaxed in the little pool of water we had made five years ago. It's smaller than it used to be, but at least it still existed. The we had enough energy to head upstream a bit. We soon found a small, little waterfall that we had previously named "Charity Falls". Any ideas as to why it was dubbed thus?
Charity Falls
Daniel was eaten by the falls. I think it got mad at us or something.
enjoying the sun and the wetness of water.
The rest of the day we napped, played games, at Couscous with Pepperroni and string cheese, and just rested. David could easily have done more, but Daniel and I were plain tuckered out.
playing Mennonite Madness
We even tasted some cactus; it wasn't too bad.
doctoring his blisters
getting out of control
We ended the day by eating as many snacks as possible, trying to lessen the weight of our packs. Then we went to sleep under the stars.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Grand Canyon Day 2
After briefly stopping in Page, Arizona, we drove on to the Grand Canyon National Park. Once there, we found our campsite and set up my brand new tent. It was really cold, so we decided to sleep in the tent at least that night on the rim. But we wouldn't take the tent into the Canyon. Fro weight purposes. We supped in the only restaurant available, since we chose not to pack food for dinner that night. (Don't ever get the catfish or the creamed spinach. not so bueno!)
Wednesday, March 29th
getting a nice, early start that day was key.....well, compared to prior years, it felt early. ;)
David and i were laughing, because the weight of my pack (about 45 lbs.) nearly pulled me over backwards.
then we took before pictures:
We proceeded down the South Kaibab trial, a steep, but shorter trail that the Bright Angel trail. The South Kaibab trail was about 7.3 miles from top to the bottom, Phantom Ranch.
A few shots while progressing downward.
still pretty chipper, despite the strenuous activity. :)
taking a short break...
we made it down to the river, and took a break to cool off. my legs were officially shot at this point, from the constant downhill trekking.
then we went over the Phantom Ranch, where we enjoyed a beer (not David!) and some games inside the Canteen. We were kicked out when they were making dinner. Which just so happened to be a $40 steak dinner. We ate Pasta Roni outside on a picnic table, our mouths watering at the smell of the delicious, dead cow.
We proceeded to pack back up, and head towards Clear Creek for a few miles. We needed to get at least a couple more in before we divvied up on the tonto.
the last few pictures I took this day were of this lovely yellow.....flower/plant. huge bumblebees were enjoying it, and we had a short little discussion on my bee sting allergies and our lack of adequate bee sting treatment. we were only about half a mile in, so we quickly continued on. it grew dark, and about 2.3 miles into the hike we found a spot large enough for three people to sleep. we snacked for a bit and conversed, and I called my dad to inform him of our divvying on the tonto, and that I had cell phone reception. the sky was huge and beautiful with stars, and we fell asleep tired, sore, but content.
Wednesday, March 29th
getting a nice, early start that day was key.....well, compared to prior years, it felt early. ;)
David and i were laughing, because the weight of my pack (about 45 lbs.) nearly pulled me over backwards.
then we took before pictures:
We proceeded down the South Kaibab trial, a steep, but shorter trail that the Bright Angel trail. The South Kaibab trail was about 7.3 miles from top to the bottom, Phantom Ranch.A few shots while progressing downward.
still pretty chipper, despite the strenuous activity. :)
taking a short break...
we made it down to the river, and took a break to cool off. my legs were officially shot at this point, from the constant downhill trekking.
then we went over the Phantom Ranch, where we enjoyed a beer (not David!) and some games inside the Canteen. We were kicked out when they were making dinner. Which just so happened to be a $40 steak dinner. We ate Pasta Roni outside on a picnic table, our mouths watering at the smell of the delicious, dead cow.
We proceeded to pack back up, and head towards Clear Creek for a few miles. We needed to get at least a couple more in before we divvied up on the tonto.
the last few pictures I took this day were of this lovely yellow.....flower/plant. huge bumblebees were enjoying it, and we had a short little discussion on my bee sting allergies and our lack of adequate bee sting treatment. we were only about half a mile in, so we quickly continued on. it grew dark, and about 2.3 miles into the hike we found a spot large enough for three people to sleep. we snacked for a bit and conversed, and I called my dad to inform him of our divvying on the tonto, and that I had cell phone reception. the sky was huge and beautiful with stars, and we fell asleep tired, sore, but content.
in my spare time....
while you wait for an update of the Grand trip to the Canyon, here's a taste of my "vacation" or, unemployment life. some seem to think it's a slow time. I seem to think, it became more busy. You take your pick.
To-Do List For The Week Of May 3rd-9th:
• Contact Pastor Steve
Call Karen Brownell
• Order headbands for Frisbee
• Update “Coffeeshop Honesty script and email it
Work on Oasis letter
• Apply for 2 jobs
• Check unemployment status
Get out of GCU
Set up an appointment with U advisor
Buy textbooks for summer classes
Sell back old textbooks
• Call Shana
Call Julia
Find out about mother’s day plans
Start on Compassions plans/proposal/vision statement/goals
• Connect with Monique from CareCompany in DC
Tattoo touch-up (Monday?)
Hang out with Lea (Thursday?)
Update blog
Get twoshirts.org vision statement started
• (ask Jason for the Cards)
Meet with Josh Craner about apartment (Thursday 5 PM)
• Pay credit cards
Send out facebook invites for Young Adults activities for this week (frisbee, dance class, improv night)
• Contact Compassions at South Mountain for booklet
• Contact Jason at K2 for pdf file
• Connect with Trista to encourage her to come to YA
Hotel reservations for YA Hillsong trip to Cali
Call Heidi for her thoughts on twoshirts.org
• Set up a meeting time (next week?) with Kim Lotz
Buy replacement lids for nalgene bottles
Scan “telephone pictionary” drawings, and post on facebook
To-Do List For The Week Of May 3rd-9th:
• Contact Pastor Steve
Call Karen Brownell
• Order headbands for Frisbee
• Update “Coffeeshop Honesty script and email it
Work on Oasis letter
• Apply for 2 jobs
• Check unemployment status
Get out of GCU
Set up an appointment with U advisor
Buy textbooks for summer classes
Sell back old textbooks
• Call Shana
Call Julia
Find out about mother’s day plans
Start on Compassions plans/proposal/vision statement/goals
• Connect with Monique from CareCompany in DC
Tattoo touch-up (Monday?)
Hang out with Lea (Thursday?)
Update blog
Get twoshirts.org vision statement started
• (ask Jason for the Cards)
Meet with Josh Craner about apartment (Thursday 5 PM)
• Pay credit cards
Send out facebook invites for Young Adults activities for this week (frisbee, dance class, improv night)
• Contact Compassions at South Mountain for booklet
• Contact Jason at K2 for pdf file
• Connect with Trista to encourage her to come to YA
Hotel reservations for YA Hillsong trip to Cali
Call Heidi for her thoughts on twoshirts.org
• Set up a meeting time (next week?) with Kim Lotz
Buy replacement lids for nalgene bottles
Scan “telephone pictionary” drawings, and post on facebook
Sunday, May 03, 2009
kind motorist
i met a kind motorist late last night. while driving past Kanab, Utah, this certain approaching motorist took what felt like FOREVER to turn his high beams off. then, he flashed them at me. "what's his problem?? I turned mine off WAY before he turned his off!!" thought i. then to realize, he was just warning me of the Ring Twoish hoards of deer, meandering by the side of the road. "what a decent fellow" thinketh I. "good luck to him, because I've just passed an equally appaling amount of deer, boldy enjoying the highway's edges.
back from the Grand Canyon. no sleep last night, mostly driving. currently performing my all-inclusive toenail surgery, which always follows the trip. I do believe, I shall be losing at least four this time, if not near eight!!
The Beginning: Day 1.
we stopped in Page, Arizona, so I could show them the Horseshoe spectacle.
the boys, checking out the view.
about to be blown off the cliff.
back from the Grand Canyon. no sleep last night, mostly driving. currently performing my all-inclusive toenail surgery, which always follows the trip. I do believe, I shall be losing at least four this time, if not near eight!!
The Beginning: Day 1.
we stopped in Page, Arizona, so I could show them the Horseshoe spectacle.
the boys, checking out the view.
about to be blown off the cliff.
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