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Leaping in Faith: September 2011
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Sunday, September 25, 2011. Project Serve and Being Bold. One Saturday morning out of each month UM takes a group somewhere in the community allowing them to serve; whether it be in a nursing home, cleaning up yards. This month they decided to take it up notch and close the campus down last Friday. Over 1,100 Faculty, Professors, and students went and served all around Mobile. I happened to go to L'Arche Mobile, a Christian Community for disabled that live and work together. What did you think about it.
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Charlee Likes To Write: November 2012
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Wednesday, 14 November 2012. Make a lovely sound. Words and pieces falling. Death unto the ground. Do we love the autumn leaves. Or the pictures our thoughts paint? The glances, glimpses, sun-struck. Crunches, sheened and pruned. And in my eye. To be made again. Cleft, Bereft. They call my house. A symbol of heart-ache: things. Coming undone. But I, at its. Heart, find joy in the jump. Across the divide with a thump, a thump. Yes in the rain it’s a bit of. A piddle, but dry skies draw back.
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Charlee Likes To Write: January 2012
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Wednesday, 4 January 2012. Today, I ate a boiled egg. I had a beautiful Christmas, spending time with my family. We're a small and rather tight-knight group, who refer to ourselves as 'The Buzzards' and make frequent bird of prey jokes. It's a little embarrassing how often, when out for a walk, somebody will spot a bird circling ahead, point and shout, "Look it's one of our relations! The World's Oldest Video Camera. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Christian gal in the City. I Can B...
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Charlee Likes To Write: Praise Poem
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Sunday, 20 May 2012. Faith is both hard and easy. We walk the line of duality:. Trudging soldiers and soaring eagles. On a narrow way,. But on we go,. With fingers curled tight about the thumb of a Father;. No weight to our confused. The LORD directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives. Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the LORD holds them by the hand." -. 20 May 2012 at 04:34. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. 365 days of Single.
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Charlee Likes To Write: Resurrection
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Wednesday, 14 November 2012. Make a lovely sound. Words and pieces falling. Death unto the ground. Do we love the autumn leaves. Or the pictures our thoughts paint? The glances, glimpses, sun-struck. Crunches, sheened and pruned. And in my eye. To be made again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Following Jesus. Book-lover, tea-drinker and on/off writer. View my complete profile. Christian gal in the City. FaithAndFeminism - Part 2: Jesus Was A Feminist. 365 days of Single. I Can Bark Like A Dog.
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Charlee Likes To Write: Today, I ate a boiled egg.
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Wednesday, 4 January 2012. Today, I ate a boiled egg. I had a beautiful Christmas, spending time with my family. We're a small and rather tight-knight group, who refer to ourselves as 'The Buzzards' and make frequent bird of prey jokes. It's a little embarrassing how often, when out for a walk, somebody will spot a bird circling ahead, point and shout, "Look it's one of our relations! The World's Oldest Video Camera. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Christian gal in the City.
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Charlee Likes To Write: Single Pringle
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Friday, 29 June 2012. It's very easy to hear somebody like Francis Chan and think 'I hope my husband will be like that', but I later wondered if it was partly an excuse used by girls to stop us radically living out the gospel? What's the point in getting excited about relationships, if we're not first excited to discover the joys and hardships of the adventure that comes from following Christ? And how often do I wait for permission first? In the same way, no relationship can ever satisfy your soul like a...
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Charlee Likes To Write: October 2012
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Thursday, 11 October 2012. My Summer: South Africa in Mpophomeni. Why, you may ask, if I visited South Africa in July am I only writing about it now? I've been finding it difficult to sort and process. I want to talk to you about one person I met in South Africa. A. Suddenly came out with, "Don't tickle me! My face must have been priceless. I later found out that while her English wasn't good enough for a conversation, it was certainly better than my Zulu. In the Pre-school room. There is no doubt that G...
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Charlee Likes To Write: August 2011
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Tuesday, 23 August 2011. It's been such a long while since I've done anything. I always have an excuse; 'I'm revising' 'It's exam period' 'I'm on holiday' 'I'm working on my UCAS' 'I'm waiting for results' 'I just got my results' 'PERSONAL STATEMENT! I just need to live. I went on holiday, wandered the beach at night, and read my bible, and this verse got stamped all over my heart. And I realised, that I'd gotten so caught up in what must. Stop being so judgemental. Work on the pride thing. FaithAndFemin...
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Charlee Likes To Write: October 2011
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Thursday, 13 October 2011. Writing Course Assignment: Apathy. I wandered past a homeless man. Lying in the street,. I wandered past this homeless man. As he stared at my feet. I trod the same route every day,. A firmness in my step,. Not to care that on such streets. Until one day I met the cross. Where apathy is nailed,. And felt compassion in my chest. And felt how we have failed. I wandered past a homeless man. But today I saw it all:. Injustice, like a leaden shot. Today I saw a soul.
