tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11194360543380322542024-02-18T19:15:21.505-08:00Lovely ThingsKatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-80788394145012102992012-06-26T15:33:00.002-07:002012-06-26T22:08:54.720-07:00Heartbroken but HopefulAllou...<br />
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Okay, I'm already home from Haiti and just now blogging about it. I'm sorry....but in my defense every moment was filled with either ministry or much needed rest, so I'm just now sitting down to give words to my mental processing. Plus, it was absolutely crucial that I pour every last bit of my attention and energy out on the sweet babies that I met, so keeping up with my blog wasn't the first thing on the agenda, ya know? <br />
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The Babies:<br />
Their sweet smiles, kisses, hugs, and the overwhelming beauty of their little voices singing praises to our King has transformed me in ways I can't even begin to figure out today. Oh, but one of the sweet, sweet joys of being a daughter of the King is that, though I'm home, I'm going to continue to learn and grow from every moment. I'm going to continue to praise my God for his tender mercies in sparing their little lives from the earthquake and sustaining them daily, though the odds against them are great.<br />
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The Church in St. Marc is part of something called the "Haiti Collective." It is an organization that supports 13 churches throughout all of Haiti. These 13 churches are all in impoverished areas, devastated in the wake of the earthquake. They also each provide for 100+ orphans each day. Each church in the Haiti Collective will provide the orphans housing, clothing, and daily meals. The Church in St. Marc, among others, has had to disperse the children among church members because the orphans' housing crumbled in the earthquake.<br />
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In this community, you have church members with 2-5 random children sleeping on their floors, possibly switching around daily. Then, during the day they will go to the church for their meals. They spend the rest of their days walking among the trash in their alleyways, seeking fresh water, braiding each others hair, kicking around bottles for soccer, and getting into mischief. There aren't resources for constant supervision, but there is definitely a village mentality among the women to look out for any of them that are just running around.<br />
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All of that being said, there are so many orphans in that small community, it is difficult to make sure individuals are being cared for. That's where Iscott comes in...<br />
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Daily when the children would leave us after spending all morning singing, dancing, and loving on us; they would go to where they stayed at night and put on a fresh outfit for the evening services. Most of the children left us and came back with a clean, fresh outfit on. While we couldn't follow each one of them (they run through these alleyways like little mice) to check on their living arrangements, when they returned with these outfits on, it was a clear sign that they had a place to sleep at night and store their things.<br />
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Iscott would leave with the others, but return in the same outfit day after day. The rest of the children must have rinsed off most days (they smelled normal) while Iscott returned every day with the stench of the garbage around us on his head. I would just hold him and kiss him, a silent battle to show him that I loved him as he was. I wanted him to feel so loved and wanted.<br />
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He would hardly say a word, it took two days to see him smile and repeat my name. Oh but what joy filled my heart when he started to open up to us. I saw other boys pick on him for being shy and quiet and I went out of my way to build him up and make him feel so special. My favorite memory of him is when we were taking a group photo with all of the kids. So many of them in such a small space. They were all wiggling around trying to find a spot and sweet little Iscott got lost in the shuffle. He got squashed between these two children and I called out his name and reached for him. He looked at me and smiled and I just jerked him up and held him. It was the sweetest moment of my life since accepting Christ. In that moment he was mine. I wanted to protect him from every ounce of darkness around him in that city.<br />
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It would be an understatement to say that I was simply sad when I walked away from Iscott on Sunday. My heart was ripping out of my chest. I have never felt like anything was mine so strongly before. I, for the first time, felt the sting and pain of a mother's worry. "What will he eat tomorrow?" "Where is he sleeping tonight?" "Will Amos and the other older boys pick on him today?" "Will he have fresh water tomorrow?" "Will he be safe?" "Will anyone tell them they love him?"......all of my questions have the same horrifying answer....I don't know. And as I sit here bawling like a lunatic in Spencer's Coffee Shop, in safety, clean and clothed, wishing it were him here instead; I'm reminded that as much as I want safety and provision and love for Iscott... the Lord wants it more. Only He can and will do it. He loves Iscott more than I ever could. He has watched him grow since he was born and will continue the good work He has started in him. He will hear my cries and surround him with love and acceptance. He will make him...in peace both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O LORD, make him dwell in safety, Psalm 4:8. That is a peace I can dwell in and I'm so thankful that my God has begun to break my heart for what breaks His.<br />
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I want you to read this and be encouraged and challenged to pray for and help these orphans in St. Marc. All of this has been said before. We've all heard these stories of people being challenged when they see poverty and pain first-hand. Oh but may we never grow used to these stories. May we never cease to be moved by the needs that are present in these dark places. I encourage you to pray that the Lord would break your heart for them as well and that our hearts stay broken until he returns or calls us home. Let the breaking of our hearts move us to action and prayer. <br />
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There are so many more things to break down as I work through what I've experienced in such a short amount of time. Today...all I can think about is Iscott so I ask you to pray for him by name. Pray that the Lord would protect him and provide for him. Pray that he would grow strong in the truth of the gospel and be loved by the members of his community. Pray that he feels special and known.<br />
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One thing I've realized about myself is that I can rock out initial decisions. I have been able to see the Lord provide superhero style strength when decisions need to be made in my life, but it's the day to day struggles that really cause some wear and tear. <br />
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The big pictures I get. For example, I can make the decision to move to a new city, make personal goals, or set boundaries in relationships with an absolute clarity and sureness; but.....(and but is the key word) remembering is difficult. Remembering that new cities mean a beginning stage of loneliness I forget, remembering that goals take consistency and self-control I forget, and remembering that boundaries with those we care about cause fears and insecurities while we wait to see how things play out, once again, I forget. Thus my patience begins to wane and the initial strength evolves into an annoying weakness.<br />
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So....that being said, I need to work on the playing out of decisions in my life. I'm not entirely sure how to do that...but I'm going to try. I want to remember that anything good and sanctified is worth waiting for. It also helps to know that any strength I have isn't my own, and the weaknesses are continually being molded. Praise! <br />
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"If the Lord Jehovah makes us wait, let us do so with our whole hearts; for blessed are all they that wait for Him. He is worth waiting for. The waiting itself is beneficial to us: it tries faith, exercises patience, trains submission, and endears the blessing when it comes. <br />
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KatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-21538125243309623162012-06-10T21:10:00.001-07:002012-06-10T21:13:36.884-07:00EmbersEvery time I'm home in the summer and fall, my dad builds a fire in the fire pit and we all sit around and listen to the Horse Whisperer soundtrack (which is an amazing album for any chill summer nights). This is honestly one of my absolute favorite things we do as a family. We don't talk much (which you know is incredibly difficult for me...), we dont need to, we simply sit and enjoy one another's presence. <br />
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I never want to take these moments for granted. I want to always remember what a blessing it is to sit with those that consistently love and accept me, and just be. <br />
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All of this being said, I went to the drive-in last night with some friends. First of all, I adore my friends and love laughing and living life alongside them. I also love the idea of an inflatable mattress in the bed of an F-150, in true redneck fashion. Secondly, it needs to be said that while I enjoyed <i>Madagascar 3 </i>and <i>Men in Black 3</i>, my overall favorite moment was the vintage "Welcome-to-the-drive-in" clips that played before the movies; you know, the ones with the dancing popcorn and soda? Now this, this is what drive-in's in the summer are all about.....the atmosphere. It's a taste of old Americana that I adore. Any moment where I feel like I'm being taken back in time (including my trip to Graceland 3 years ago) will definitely become logged in my memory as a favorite moment. That being said, I'm heading to the square. If you drive by, I'm the one with the cute dog and vintage ensemble staring at the arches on the buildings....gawking no doubt.<br />
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-Katie RoKatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-10177107040628660612012-06-08T10:18:00.001-07:002012-06-08T10:18:35.312-07:00The Wandering NomadSo...I'm looking for a place to live, which I really enjoy. I enjoy the search, it will actually be a bit of a let down after I settle on a place because it really is like a treasure hunt to me. I have this ideal of exactly what I want but it could only be found in the Shire, which is problematic, so I'm settling for second bests. I've looked at apartments, houses for rent, houses for sale (terrifying) and met a lot of cool people and their gigantic dogs.<br />
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I'll keep you updated on the progress made towards ending my nomadic ways and finding somewhere to hopefully stay put for a bit.<br />
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Let me know if you know of any places I need to see!!!<br />
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So I've been told by multiple people lately that I should have my own reality tv show. While it is flattering to most people, I am self-aware enough to understand the true reason why the ratings may quite possibly prove to be in my favor.....I am a basket case.<br />
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Every single day of my life on this earth has had at least one odd occurrence happen. I'm not talking normal things here; I'm talking interactions with crazzzzzies, animals that run me off the road (instead of the other way around), forgetting things in places that I don't even remember going, having in-depth conversations with drug dealers who live on my street about why I choose not to be an investor, etc... All of this being said, I think I'd be on board with the idea, but maybe not for the reasons of most. Fame and fortune I dont really care about, seeing my life on a screen and being able to know for certain that I didn't dream half of my life....that's what I'm talkin about.KatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-46601592481131050932011-10-04T16:39:00.000-07:002011-10-04T16:45:22.676-07:00A River Runs Through ItI'm sorry if words are misspelled or misplaced but I've been crying for about an hour. A friend of mine told me I should read "A River Runs Through It" by Norman Maclean. I had seen the movie so we talked about it for a time and then I decided since fall break was coming up I would take the time to read it (haven't had many leisure reads since school started). It was worth it.<br />
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I feel, as a woman, I wasn't able to dive into the depths of the male understanding of life, nature, and the relationship between brothers as much as a man may be able to. Not that I don't ponder those things at equal depth, just in different ways. That being said, even though my mind doesn't work in the same way as Norman's, it adapted throughout the book and parts of me came out to meet these soul awakenings that I hadn't encountered before. This work is a "beautiful" mix of natural, spiritual, and familial elements that wake you up from some urban slumber. Sometimes a reading overwhelms me, I call my friends and tell them, then write it down somewhere.....welp, here we are....<br />
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I'll probably post about this again, I need to process.....<br />
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"I am haunted by waters." -Norman Maclean<br />
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-Katie RoKatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-56726815136953038102011-07-18T19:15:00.000-07:002011-07-18T19:15:38.244-07:00Harry PotterI don't know whether or not it's the charm of awkward Ron Weasley or the thrill of magic or the strong desire I have to be adopted by Professor Slughorn or to try butter beer BUT I am absolutely smitten with this whole Harry Potter situation, and have been for some time. I was having a conversation the other day with a friend of mine about authors such as Rowling, Tolkien, Lewis, etc... and how they not only have been accomplished fiction authors but they have created ENTIRE worlds from the ground up. It is such a powerful gift for an author to be able to completely build a world from scratch.....I mean give me chills. <br />
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I know the fantasy craze has become so huge, in part, because humanity wants to escape the reality of pain and fear and heartache......well count me in!!! Seriously though.....it is quite fun!<br />
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Alright I'm off to watch the Deathly Hallows pt. 1 in preparation to watch part 2 again.....sit back relax, eat your chocolate frogs and wave your wands....off to Hogwarts we go!<br />
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-Katie RoKatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-9661246372064583422011-07-08T13:16:00.000-07:002012-06-10T20:53:24.658-07:00A Long Winter...I think I lost myself for a while...<br />
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Sometimes we don't realize we're changing as its happening (no matter how self aware you are). One day you wake up and realize something is different about you. Something that you can't fix overnight like fingernail polish or a bad hair day.....deep roots that have pushed through the surface. This realization can be wonderful or really disheartening because true change is difficult to correct. If it is positive then you really can feel victorious and, quite frankly, awesome about yourself. Maybe you've conquered a fear you've always had and you wake up one day to realize that you're really not held captive by that anymore. Maybe something you've never liked or accepted about yourself has either evolved into something wonderful or you've learned to love who the Lord created YOU to be. These awesome, positive awakenings really make you hopeful. You find that you aren't always stuck in ruts where you feel unable to get out, sometimes you really do get out and improve and grow.<br />
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Then there are the dark seasons of the soul when you realize that time has passed by you and the aftermath has revealed changes within your being that you don't like. It's like the small pieces that seem harmless but when put together reveal something ugly and painful. These pieces weave together a tapestry of regret as the seemingly harmless situations unite to reveal something inside you that hasn't always been there and that you absolutely need to be rid of.<br />
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When I think about the past year of my life, I have a lot of small situations that make me regret not guarding myself or listening to the discernment of the Spirit. I jumped headfirst into situation after situation that left me hurt and insecure. So of course the logical response would be to enter the same situation yet again....with the same mindset.....<br />
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What's so crazy is that while I was passing through these similar situations I honestly didn't realize what was happening. Each time I found myself hurting I would ask the Lord the same question "why does this always happen to me?" Instead of waiting for an answer though, I moved on as quickly as I could to jump into something new that I felt would fulfill me. Only to feel the same in a matter of time.<br />
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Sometimes the Lord leads us through similar situations until we finally get what we need to understand from them (HELLO Israel wondering for forty years....) This life isn't simply living through happenstance situations...the Lord is sovereign and purposeful. Everything we walk through: difficult or easy, beautiful or seemingly ugly...has purpose to mold us into who we're supposed to be. Even when you walk through a time of rebellion and make mistakes you never thought you would make....Oh the beauty of the Lord restoring and redeeming EVEN THAT time. He will redirect all things to His glory and good purpose.<br />
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In nature winter is the time of the most growth. We don't see that. We see a cold, still, white, bleak season and assume Spring is what we're waiting for to see beauty. It is during this seeming stillness, though, that the most growth is taking place underneath the surface. Spring is simply a time for it's debut.<br />
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I feel I've been walking through a long winter. One that is just now beginning to let up and reveal the growth thats been happening underneath the surface without my knowledge of it. I'm beginning to see anew who I am and who I am intended to be.<br />
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Lord determine each of our steps to fulfill the good plans you've ordained us to walk in and may winters always end with the brilliance and understanding of Spring.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"></span>KatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-6908211873999709452011-07-01T00:10:00.000-07:002011-07-01T00:10:54.880-07:00Insecurity Makes Me Wanna VomitWe all struggle with insecurities. They attack us each in different ways and in different intensities; but still, underneath the surface (or roaring loud and clear)...they're there waiting to hinder us. Some insecurities began in childhood and were the result of misunderstanding or mistakes others made at our expense. Others simply develop within new seasons of life. I will have insecurities in the future as a wife and mother that I don't have now and visa versa.<br />
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We have ALL been there. We have all left a get together, family dinner, coffee date with a friend, or any other type of communal gathering at some point and found ourselves quoting Baby's infamous "I carried a Watermelon?!?!" line (Dirty Dancing reference). "Why did I say that?" "Why did I do that?" "Do they still want to be my friend?" "Did I seem confident, because I really want to seem confident..." "Did they really get what I was trying to say?" the list goes on and on. There are days and seasons when these questions plague my mind, but praise God there are also seasons when I truly begin to grasp the Lord's unconditional love for me in finding my security in Him. I am not in the latter of these two seasons.<br />
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The root of insecurity is finding your worth and joy in external things instead of internal truths. You seek the affirmation of people (both hands raised over here) or you aquire more things to create a pseudo-happiness that lasts until you need another "fix" of affirmation and then a horribly unhealthy cycle begins.<br />
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So what do we do? How do we get our anxiety under control when these moments of insecurity consume us?<br />
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The only thing we can do...<br />
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Take our thoughts captive. Remember that we are called to think upon good and noble things. Remember that we are beautiful, creative, able women who are loved and accepted. Not by everyone in the world (and we have to be okay with that....sometimes I'm not) but by those who get us and ultimately by the Lord. Praise God we are not left to battle insecurity and fear of rejection alone, healing comes, roots are plucked out and nurtured, we grow and accept ourselves and those around us more...<br />
Find hope that seasons pass, they were created to. Nature proclaims that. Praise.<br />
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I wish I had some really great background music here and some awesome quotes....I'm tired. Maybe I'll add more later!<br />
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-Katie RoKatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-74353939064804081922011-06-28T11:52:00.000-07:002011-06-28T11:52:56.455-07:00A Whole New World...So the most adorable world has opened up to me......it is filled with endless possibilities and an opportunity to pretend that you are indeed that sweet little shabby chic hipster you've always longed to be.....<br />
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I have been introduced to all sorts of vintage fashion, organic eating, collage creating, etc... blogs and websites lately and they have transformed my days. I am learning to create things I have always been interested in and learning about different aspects of things I've been mildly drawn to but never had the motivation to pursue...it is absolutely fabulous.<br />
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Here are a few (I will cite Jamie Lokey for some of these)<br />
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DesignSponge.com<br />
ModCloth.com<br />
Pinterest.com<br />
Foodgawk.com<br />
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Just a few to start with, I dont want to overload you.....KatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-153765868579269352011-06-26T22:14:00.000-07:002011-06-26T22:14:29.550-07:00A Mid-Year Resolution...I have been so inspired lately as I perused/stalked the blogs of people I know. Some are fun and awesome and quirky, some are intense, emotional, and make you think, others are just filled with the most amazing trinkets and treasures.......<br />
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All of that being said, here goes another attempt to remain a consistent blogger. I don't want to assume that people will come by the flocks to read what I have to say or look at the treasures I find, its just that I looooove reading through life events of so many of my friends from so many seasons of life and I want to be able to look back on my own growth and such....plus its really fun....<br />
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so..... here goes nothin.....<br />
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and a one and a two and a.....KatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-36307468696276714922010-12-07T11:28:00.000-08:002010-12-07T11:28:27.213-08:00Renewal...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So, I try to mix up my times with the Lord with different readings and routines....I haven't been really consistent lately. The ends of semesters always put me in this horribly lazy funk of an overdramatized sense of apathy.....things really aren't that busy, I'm ridiculous.....that being said, today while obviously paying attention to Dr. Weix in Shakespeare I read one of my favorite devotionals from Mary Wilder Tileston, I found her from a link on Elisabeth Elliot's site. She had a few quotes that challenged and encouraged me in my complacency...they were following a reference to the command in Colossians 2:6 "Therefore, as you received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him" shoooo I needed to be called out with that. I have been "walking" in a sense of anxiety over situations, laziness and apathy, selfishness....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">ARE we assimilating His mind, His way of looking at things, His judgments, His spirit? Is the Christ-conscience being developed in us? Have we an increasing interest in the things which interest Him, an increasing love of the things that He loves, an increasing desire to serve the purposes He has at heart? "Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you," is the test by which we can try ourselves.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">This I saw, that when a soul loves God with a supreme love, God's interests and his are become one. It is no matter when nor where nor how Christ should send me, nor what trials He should exercise me with, if I may be prepared for His work and will.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">DAVID BRAINERD</span>KatieRohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02295943853941252595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119436054338032254.post-16341389083352970092010-10-15T08:06:00.000-07:002010-10-15T08:08:17.566-07:00My Sincerest Apologies....It's difficult to change an aspect of your day to day and remain consistent from the get go. I just want to say that blogging and I haven't been in a relationship for long, so cut a sista some slack.....Breathing is a perfect example of something we just get used to and know is going to happen.....blogging, will get to that point for me, in time. Just FYI, I promise I won't let it die down like a lot of other grand ideas in my life, adopting a killer whale being on the same list....<br />
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Adieu<br />
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AAANNNNDDDD......<br />
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The Lord is doing some powerful things in my life and the lives of my family. I am so excited to spend time in the car with these gals just talking about the goodness of the Lord and being in a place of abandonment to Him. Laughter is healing and good company is priceless, with things that are happening and have happened, it'll be so good to just be and love on each other!<br />
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Exciting.com<br />
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p.s. I just rode my new bike to class and my bum hurts.....<br />
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Tim pursue me already....I can't wait to be your wife.......<br />
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Cordially,<br />
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Katie Tebow<br />
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Can I get an amen!<br />
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My momma is visiting for the night!!! I love having her here, we have so much fun. I love how similar we are, I love that I can talk to her about everything...she's a blessing!<br />
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I need a haircut.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I love my parent's house in the fall. My mom is obsessed with candles and it makes the entire world smell WONDERFUL! I love that home is a refuge and retreat, I always feel loved and revived when I leave to head back to where the Lord has me in the world. I'm really excited for whatever is next, and it's even more comforting to remember home is always here...<br />
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