July 2009
iammybeloveds:
grace means i am free to choose righteousness or disobedience. …charles swindoll….
June 2009
i’m engaged. getting really nervous :-)
“At age 20, we worry about what others think of us.
At 40, we don’t care what...”
– Jock Falkson (via littlemiss)
really?
Monergism.com had a “bad theology” link and what do you know? Arminimism was first on their list. what happened to romans 14?
“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.”
– Mother Teresa
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a...”
– Helen Keller (via littlemiss)
I went to the zoo with the kids today. It’s my favorite trip. The polar bear wasn’t social though…bummer.
Read in psalm 40 & 37, first Corinthians and hebrews. Soo good :)
“i’ve got my life in a suitcase, i’m ready to run run run away.”
– copeland.
“Things may come to those who wait but only the things left by those who hustle.”
– Abraham Lincoln (via littlemiss)
“Things may come to those who wait but only the things left by those who hustle.”
– Abraham Lincoln (via littlemiss)
“The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest...”
– Jodi Picoult (via restartmyheart)
“I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via restartmyheart)
“But He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities;...”
– Isaiah 53:5
“HE is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree — Bending...”
angel wing earrings.
three dresses, thirty $$. i’m feeling great. AND it only took me approximately 40 minutes to find and try them on. it’s a great day. stephen bought a apple airport express, so now we can get on the interweb wherever and whenever. cool. so, i’m at verge ignoring my discussion board. i bought a new nose ring and it’s bang’in. love it. it doesn’t stick out- its...
i sold a painting today :-)
for those of you who are new…i love clair de...
heartache.
it’s been too long. i miss updating tumblr everyday. i’m home… i haven’t been home for a while, and if i’ve been home it’s only for a little bit and then i’m out the door again. i don’t like that. i like to be home, in my parents basement (i know, lame) with a million candles lit, my floor vacuumed, everything clean and relax. i like that. i miss...
how my heart behaves. by feist