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pursuing peace: September 2008
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Monday, September 15, 2008. Drama, love, and maggots. My eyes casually browsed the salmon-colored pages of my syllabus while the professor lectured on class absences and participation. Group project: 12% of final grade. I suppress a sigh and begin to scan the room for possible “group members,” hoping that my smart, hardworking friends have not already created a posse without me…. I have never liked group projects. But actua...
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pursuing peace: April 2009
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Tuesday, April 28, 2009. I just wanted to share a poem that recently became the lyrics for a song Tim and I recorded together. The poem came out of a time of weakness a couple weeks ago. I hope you enjoy it. You said love, You said peace. My eyes saw stains upon my heart. You said there's grace, You said I'm free. And still I stay, and still I grieve. I knocked myself down to the floor. Before You could raise me up. My pray...
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pursuing peace: January 2009
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Wednesday, January 21, 2009. I have written before about how I used to be terribly afraid of hell. My fear of of fire, darkness, and utter loneliness kept me awake at night. I became superstitious and systematic in my spirituality. I read certain verses before going to sleep because I felt more secure after reading them. I said certain prayers to God and prayed against the powers of hell. Or, at least a faulty understanding...
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pursuing peace: love's roar
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Tuesday, April 28, 2009. I just wanted to share a poem that recently became the lyrics for a song Tim and I recorded together. The poem came out of a time of weakness a couple weeks ago. I hope you enjoy it. You said love, You said peace. My eyes saw stains upon my heart. You said there's grace, You said I'm free. And still I stay, and still I grieve. I knocked myself down to the floor. Before You could raise me up. Till We...
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pursuing peace: joy?
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Thursday, July 2, 2009. Joy One very un-tangible thing. And something that I do not understand most days. Here is what I wrote on my typewriter last week. As I walked downstairs to my room, I pondered this question:. On a given day, that is free from tragedy or extreme ecstasy, I can choose to think about hundreds of wonderful things or many terrible things about life. Is it really something like peace, trust? So that was...
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pursuing peace: June 2008
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Dogs, lions, and ballerinas. I am pretty sure everyone starts asking you the question, "What are you going to do with your life? Before you get into college. They start asking when you start talking, by saying "What do you want to be when you grow up? 4 yrs: Ballerina, in love with pink. 6 yrs: Vet, then after dog-dander allergy discovery, became future marine biologist. My chameleon dreams haunted...
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pursuing peace: November 2008
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Sunday, November 23, 2008. I started listening to Christmas music earlier this year, in hopes of preventing Christmas Day disappointments. I don't mean a shallow sadness, it runs deep and almost aches. It isn't the presents. I like giving them away. It isn't the cookies. I am allergic to them. It isn't the trees, they are evergreen all year long. just not inside my home. It's the Light. it's Jesus. I long to be near Jesus i...
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pursuing peace: community: mercy
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Thursday, June 11, 2009. Last week was about me. I prayed for me. I thought about me. I dreamed about me-centered things. On one of those days I woke up grumpy. No surprise, I had me for breakfast. My mom asked me to go to the store for. I think it was flour. I had a decision to make: Jewel or Dominicks? 160;I chose Jewel for three deep and compelling reasons. 1 There are self-checkout lanes. 3 I hadn't showered.
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pursuing peace: poetic honesty
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Tuesday, May 12, 2009. I have this problem. It's hard for me to tell people what my poems mean. Someone asks me what the poem means and I freeze. I think, "It says what it means. It's all there." . I quickly realize that I have written a poem. and poems are usually a little unintelligble if they didn't spring from your own mind. I will write out the poem, and explain at the end. Lonely with my romance books. I wondered...
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pursuing peace: to know and be known
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Depart from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. ps. thirty-four fourteen. Thursday, June 11, 2009. To know and be known. Sometimes I go crazy. Well, that's hyperbole. I've got this issue, and I recently diagnosed myself. It has something to do with thinking I'm an artist and something to do with being a writer. I simply must write in order to think clearly. Sometimes these thoughts overwhelm me with their beauty, and sometimes I get caught up in my smallness and forget them. But the...A day ...
