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My friend Jessica has absolutely lovely work at her Etsy store.  She takes the pictures herself, then edits them.  You can buy prints for your walls or note cards.  Please go check her out!


Sep. 6th, 2014 09:32 am
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I am not depressed. Let me make that perfectly clear. But I have been depressed, and I have had these feelings. This woman captured what it feels like perfectly. It really is like a sneeze.|main5|dl12|sec1_lnk3%26pLid%3D525433


May. 15th, 2014 01:08 pm
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I DO NOT like this new layout at all. I can't even find a link for my friends page, so I have to go into my own journal and click the link there.

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I went to my Google Reader just a moment ago and was told that it won't be available after July 1. But that's how I read all my friends' blogs, and I don't know of any other way to keep them all in one place. Do any of you?
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While not surprising, this makes me sad. :(
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When my mom married Dale, neither my brother nor I was pleased, but we accepted it as best we could. And when we met our Uncle Howard, we didn't realize what a rock he'd become to us.

The first time that we met him after Mom and Dale got together, he insisted that my brother and I call him Uncle Howard. Jason and I thought it was funny to keep calling him Howard, but he told us that if we did, he wouldn't talk to us until we could show him respect. True to his word, he didn't. It wasn't long before we called him Uncle Howard, and not long after my mom and Dale married that my brother and I realized how lucky we were to have him.

Through the years, he was there for us. When Dale belittled Jason, Uncle Howard cared. When I rode with him in the car, he talked to me, wanting to know about my day. His house was always open to us, and in our awkward teen years, this was even more important. We were accepted and loved for who we were--not because of whose kids we were, or the people we might become, but the changing and growing people we were right then.

So it was to my uncle that I went when I could trust no one else. He loved me despite what happened, and almost two decades later, he's still here.

I've been struggling with my faith lately, not sure of my way or how to find the path again. I've asked the opinion of other people, but it wasn't until last night that I realized Uncle Howard would know. I sent him a text, and he asked me to call him. But before calling him, he wanted me to read chapters 18-20 in John.

I did this morning, then called him this afternoon. It was so good to talk with him again! And I was right, he had some answers for me. He didn't make me feel dumb for not having it all figured out or not knowing what to do. He suggested some things I can read, and even a new way to pray. And he reminded me that some days are hard, some days I'll have questions and I'll even be mad at God and that it's okay. God cares for me and wants to hear everything from me, the good and the bad. Yes, He already knows it all, but He still wants to hear from me.

You know that verse in Romans that talks about how everything works out for good? Uncle Howard is that good. If I could go back in the past and take out all the bad, I don't think I would because intertwined so tightly is my uncle. He was there through it all, and I don't think I would have known how much he loved me if I hadn't gone through what I did.

(This post is also crossposted to my blogspot account.)
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You guys have to read this article about Mr. Rogers. It made me even more appreciative of him!

(Thanks, Catherine, for sharing.)


Oct. 3rd, 2011 02:08 pm
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I found some new icons I loved, so I uploaded a bunch. I also changed my dw and lj layout, and love them both. :) New icons and new layouts make me happy (I even have some Doctor Who icons!!).

It's cold in the house, so I'm wearing a sweater and socks. The sun's shining, though, so it's okay. :)

Arrested Development is going to do another season! And there's more talk of a movie!!

Okay, random bits today. Ta ta!
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Does anyone use photobucket to upload pictures to either dw or lj? If you do, is it easy to do?
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Anyone know how to crop a picture into an oval so that the background underneath doesn't show? I'm trying to make a layout work for me, but one of the pics has to be an oval, and when I crop it, then add it to the picture, I get a white background.
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Guys, I have the internet!!!11one!!!

More later. :D


Mar. 24th, 2011 12:28 pm
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I know lj's having a problem getting comments to people. I went back and read my last entry; that's the only reason I was able to get the comments on that entry. I plan to make it so comments go to my inbox, but does anyone know if there's a date they'd like to have this problem fixed? It's annoying, but as much as I'd like replies to my comments, I'm not going back over all the entries I've commented on to see if there are replies.
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I'm not a fan of Josh Groban (I'm completely neutral), but I know some of you love him. I got this video from Brenda. It's hilarious. Enjoy!

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Read this, though:

Sometimes, I treat God like a gun.

When I want to approach him, when I feel the need to be close to him, I imagine there is a waiting period, much like buying a handgun.

I can’t go right in. I need to string together a good week first. I need a month of clean living. I need to not look at porn or lie or get angry or any other long list of sins for at least a few weeks before I go back to where he is.

In my head, I imagine that God wants me to return to him redeemed. The prodigal son did not just come home, he came home with a plan. And like a boss who wants me to provide solutions, not just problems, I must do the same.

This is how I think sometimes, when the world is quiet and I’ve already read all the shampoo bottles in the shower and there is nothing else to distract me. And I have thought this way for years. But, I think this might be wrong.

I’m starting to believe this because the Bible is such an overwhelmingly powerful redemption story. That is the drumbeat message that sounds out again and again and again.

One of my favorite examples is the story of Judah. He was one of the older brothers of Joseph. And his life, like many of the lives we see chronicled in the Bible, was a mess.

He sold his brother into slavery. This is a tremendous act of betrayal that sometimes gets lost in the general wildness of the Old Testament. But think about it this way, have you ever had a fight with a family member? You gossiped about them or missed their kid’s recital or some other offense? It was tense and ugly and made Thanksgiving a little awkward. But you didn’t sell them into slavery. You might have sworn in front of their kids too many times, but you didn’t make some cash by selling their body to some slave traders in Ohio.

The second part of Judah’s life is even less glamorous. He’s the worst parent on the planet. I know your kids might lose the chapstick top in the car all the time and probably make a Mexican restaurant just look disgusting, like a grenade of rice and chips went off, or they refuse to put their shoes on at the most inopportune times, but they’re better than Judah’s kids. I promise.

Here’s what we’re told in Genesis 38, which is one chapter after Judah has sold his brother into slavery. (Is there a worse double header in the Bible for anybody?)

“But Er, Judah’s firstborn, was wicked in the Lord’s sight; so the Lord put him to death.”

How bad do you have to be for God to just kill you? Just flat out kill you? If it happens once, Er was just a punk. Maybe it wasn’t the parenting. Maybe Judah was not to blame for some of the problem. Oh, but then we come to Judah’s second son. And, “What he did was wicked in the Lord’s sight; so the Lord put him to death also.”

I don’t care if you think you’re a horrible parent, you’ve never had God say, “Wow, I didn’t even know that level of wickedness is possible. I need to take that one out. Yikes!”

So far, Judah is not that much of a hero and the third strike is possibly the worst.

In the same chapter the Lord has killed two of his kids, Judah goes to a prostitute. (We’re not even told he mourned the loss of his kids.) He sleeps with her and gives her some items as a down payment. Only it’s his daughter in law in disguise and she gets pregnant. When he hears she is pregnant, and does not realize he is the father, he proclaims, “Bring her out and have her burned to death!”

Is there anything more vocal and neon than the righteousness of folks leading secret lives? He wants to kill her. His daughter in law, who he failed by not finding her a husband. He wants to burn her.

This is Judah. A failure. A mess up. A train wreck of Biblical proportions. But he is not alone.

King David murdered a man after having an affair with his wife and ended up getting a village of priests killed because of his lies.

Gideon was hiding in a hole from his enemies when God approached him.

Paul held the coats of the people who stoned Stephen.

Peter denied Christ three times after promising undying love.

Moses was a murderer.

Adam and Eve broke the only law they had.

Samson took a blessing of strength and corrupted it.

The list of lives God redeems in the Bible is long and exhaustive. If the Bible was just a book, a publisher would read it and say, “It’s a bit repetitive. Lot of people getting redeemed over and over again.” If the Bible was a song on American Idol, Simon would say, “We get it. You like redemption. That performance felt a bit indulgent.”

Over and over again we see it, and we see it clearly in the final chapters of Judah’s life. When faced with the prospect of losing his younger brother Benjamin, Judah puts himself in harms way:

Then Judah said to Israel his father, “Send the boy along with me and we will go at once, so that we and you and our children may live and not die. I myself will guarantee his safety; you can hold me personally responsible for him. If I do not bring him back to you and set him here before you, I will bear the blame before you all my life.”

Can that be? Is that really Judah? Where is that nobility coming from? How did he change And what does it mean for me?

I think it means we serve a God who loves redemption more than we can possibly imagine. We may feel disqualified for his mercy. We may feel too dirty for his grace. We may feel only a series of white knuckle works will open back up his gates.

But, that’s not what his love letter says. We are not shown a steady parade of heroes who became even more heroic in the hands of God. We are shown a parade of failures who found forgiveness. Losers who found love. Hopeless who found hope.

Christmas is a loud season, but hopefully, you’ll hear the real song.

It’s one of redemption. My redemption. Your redemption. Our redemption.

The God who loved Judah and David and Paul, loves you. And that’s a very redeeming thought.

(Not original with me. Here's the link: )
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If the recent TSA happenings interest you, this may too:
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I'm struggling with what to write in here. I have pointless thoughts and deeper thoughts racing around in my brain, and have tried to write in here twice today. So I leave you with this:

I love these videos. :)
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Well, here I am at DW. I don't really have anything to say but hi. :) (And remark on how much DW is like lj!)


Aug. 15th, 2010 02:11 pm
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A girl came to me the other day (I work with her) and asked where in the Bible it says love is patient, love is kind. Now, I've never said a word about me being a Christian while there (other than mentioning it briefly during my hiring process). I've never handed out a tract. I've never witnessed to anyone there or carried my Bible to work.

But this girl, B, came up to me and when I gave her the passage, she said she knew I'd know where it was in the Bible. I volunteered my favorite passage and she thanked me.

This incident really made me think, though. Something in my life told her that I'd know where to find something in the Bible. That something is what I want to show the world. I *should* be different, and even when I get rude or mean customers, I need to show them Christ's love. Who am I to judge them? Maybe they're having a bad day, maybe they're just mean, but if Christ was willing to die for me (and them!), then I should be willing to show some selflessness to them.

B came up to me yesterday and asked if I'd give her the reference again since she'd lost it, then told me she likes to read some parts of the Bible, but only her favorites. Even if she only reads 1 Corinthians 13 for the rest of her life, she could get saved. Because who is the Father of all love? God.

Since yesterday, I've really been praying for her. I'll probably never know if she gets saved, but I want my life to show God's love to everyone I meet. I thank God for teaching me this lesson--you know, it's one you hear all the time, and that's even what the visiting pastor spoke on this morning, how someone's always watching you. In my case, it was B. Until her, I never really knew how true it was.

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