Going Nowhere

Every time another friend leaves to explore the world, I want to take a harpoon to my college diploma and pretend that I'm not qualified for anything that requires an education... or deodorant; JUST so that I could convince myself that I am brave enough to become a minimalist in New Zealand - or some place equally fascinating.

Dance

With talks of a promotion and the accelerated climb up the corporate ladder, why is it, you ask, I’d opt to live life on the cheap? Because money doesn’t matter when you’re dancing with children in Rwanda.



Next big trip. TBA. SOON.

Praise

Holy and Anointed One

Jesus, Jesus
Holy and anointed One
Jesus, Jesus
Risen and exalted One
Jesus

Your name is like honey on my lips
Your spirit like water to my soul
Your Word is a lamp unto my feet
Jesus I love you, I love You

Jesus, Jesus
Holy and anointed One
Jesus

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My Thank Yous

Thanks to my family and friends, it’s quite possible that my 23rd birth ‘day’ has been the best so far.

Thank you for the early birthday wishes.
Thank you for the chocolate cake.
Thank you for the midnight phone call.
Thank you for your call from Japan.
Thank you for the balloons in my cubicle.
Thank you for the lovely two hour lunch.
Thank you for having flowers delivered to my work.
Thank you for the poem that made me cry like a river.
Thank you for the decorations and the lovely dinner.
Thank you for the 45 e-mails.
Thank you for the comments on myspace.
Thank you for the comments on facebook.
Thank you for your voicemails.
Thank you for your text messages.
Thank you for the conversations on the phone.
Thank you all for joining me at the yardhouse.
Thank you for the gifts (I loved them all).
Thank you for the cards, and calling me delicious.
Thank you for your company all day long.
Thank you for not complaining when they made us evacuate.

Most especially:

Thank you all for making my day infinitely unforgettable.
I have so much love for you.

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Photo: Happy B-day Me!

23 Isn't "Old"

Well, looks like I've made it to 23! I’m not going to sit here and pretend that “23” is old. To be 23, is to be fabulously young! And any of my peers who declare otherwise are, safe to say, completely delusional.

Twenty three is to be completely void of any distraction that may prevent me from spreading my wings.

Twenty three is living out all of my wildest dreams, and not leaving it to fate or to the future, to jump on a plane in order to find myself. Why wait until tomorrow? Tomorrow is a concept; a vague and unpromising entity on the brim of thought that shrivels into nothingness when doused with the torrent of cold truth that you might not be here tomorrow (it’s my mantra).

Twenty three is being exactly where I thought I’d be. Over the years, I’ve been so blessed. I’ve climbed trees that have swayed through summer breezes, trees that have seen the darkest of nights. And there I’ve sat, upon their highest of branches, perched from my castle in the clouds, feeling in all the world as if I were Cinderella. In the deepest corridors of my heart, I’m still that same girl. The only real difference between that child and her grown-up self is the complexity of her coping mechanisms. She still grows the same brown hair, cries the same tears.

Twenty three is too young to pretend that I have enough wisdom to marry, mother, and domesticate. How can I be all of that when I haven’t lived out all of the uncompromising promises I’ve made to myself over the years (which require full, encompassing selfishness)? Find myself first, define my relationship with God first, then maybe I’ll start to dab on those thoughts.

To embrace my youth, and to take my time in this amazing era called ‘early twenties,’ is a choice that is all my own. Soak in every last drop! I raise my glass to an amazing 23rd year of life… and my new mantra ‘free to be 23!”

Harvest

http://www.harvest.org/crusades/index.php/93.html

Your formal invitation.

Update: 9,313 people dedicated their lives to Christ that weekend. Wow.

My Boy Banksy is Back

The man kinda fell of the face of the earth for a while, but he's back... and he's in Brooklyn. I stole these off of the WC site. So sick.