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 Here's a conversation I found in my files that I had written down a year or so ago. I had originally thought I was talking to myself, but now that I look at it, it seems more likely that it was God talking to me, so that's the only thing I changed. Holy Spirit prompting me to ask: Who am I? Self: I am a tall, thin, curly-haired, large-eyed, half exotic, half boring looking girl. I am left-handed, I am an ENTP personality, and I am the oldest of three children. I am half Puerto Rican and half Caucasian. I can – Holy Spirit: Wait. Stop. I want to know who you are , not what you can do. Self: Oh ok. So….I already told you all that information. What else? Well, I am a Christian by religion, and a Seventh-Day Adventist by denomination. I am 20 years old…. Holy Spirit: But that’s not who you are. Those are things about you; they can change. Who are you, outside of all these plastic details? You can shrink, get fatter, los...

Over winter break this past year, my best friend Paige and I decided to make a surprise visit to April, our mutual best friend. Four years ago, when I was in school in Canada, they both came to surprise me, so this visit was only carrying on the tradition. The next surprise visit will be made on Paige. In the course of the weekend, we visited Union College's campus, and the capitol building of Nebraska. Here are some of the many many photos we took!       I climbed the tallest pile of rocks in the whole state of Nebraska Paige and April, my two long-time best friends We all grew up together, and now we live in three different states, but we're still best friends Nebraska State Capitol Building One of the many, many huge hallways inside April, and her boyfriend David About to jump out the window My best picture smile April laughing at the photos she's taken, David laughing at something else Paige's most condescending face Af...

Falling leaves The road leaving school The sunset I ran out of Oral Communications Class to photograph Fallen leaves I have told people that I have a photographic memory...and now I can actually prove it! In fact, I have lots of photographic memories.  Here is the first installment of pictures that document the interesting things I've done this year. I had just wrote a big long interesting post about floods and rain, but Blogger had an issue, and lost it all. So now I'm starting over...with much less enthusiasm, and a realization that in the interest of conciseness and minimalism, not every picture I want to put up should be posted.  Therefore, it will be a smaller deluge than I thought it would be. And, Blogger has also seen fit to put them all out of order. So be it.  Was in charge of the food for the Fall retreat - had fun with that Met more comrades (notice Moses, the non-Mac user, standing at the end of the hall) lots of real...

This bug is sitting on the arm rest of one of the fat, dull chairs in the library. He is long, thin, flat, and also rather dull. At first, he crawled up quickly, prompting me to immediate action. Bugs are acceptable, as long as they are not entering my personal bubble. This bug was fast approaching my personal bubble, so I opted to deter him by blowing him away. It took him by surprise at first, and he was almost blown away, but he quickly hooked his feet into the fabric of the fat chair and hung on. It was so funny to me that I didn't bother to forcibly move him, but instead tried to see if I could blow him away from the side. You know what that smart, long, thin, flat, dull bug did? He just turned to face the direction I was blowing, thus effectively diverting the airflow around his body. I tried all different directions, but he always turned to face me, and hunkered down to the chair. I couldn't blow him off! What can you do with a bug like that? I let him live. He...

I don't know if I have actually blogged about this phenomenon before, but it's something that consistently plagues me. When I am doing dishes, folding laundry, sitting on my bed, running outside, or doing anything other than something that facilitates the documentation of my thoughts, I have oodles of brilliant thoughts. Unfortunately, as soon as I can get to the place where I can write them down, they are gone. Completely gone. Until the point when I get up in frustration and do something else. But the moment passed. How do I catch the moment? It seems like I either think about the future moment, and am too busy contemplating it to catch it when it comes, or the moment comes, passes, and I am left spinning in the wake. What just happened? How was I supposed to respond? Oh, that's what I was supposed to do...! Oops. Too late now. Should I feel sad? Na...then I would be sad all the time. Keep moving on. Maybe you'll catch the next one. How does one get their h...

 ^not actually mine I do not love thee; thou art far too blue. Thy lead cometh forth not willingly, yea, thou art grudging of thy purpose. Though thy trunk is slim and smooth, it availeth nothing but a good appearance. Thine heart is vain and worthless! Yea, if I could but break thee into pieces to show forth the treachery of thine heart; Thus every prospective customer of thine shall be forewarned not to trifle with thy good looks.

Eye-contact. What is it about people's eyes that give away their soul? An eye is just a collection of cells. It has color and shape and movement, but are those the elements that reveal the thoughts? I stop at a lonely country house, wanting to skip it, but not daring to. The boy that comes out is lonely too. His pale green eyes mirror the pain of rejection and loss, but the slight flicker of hope catches my attention. I cannot leave him the same, without offering him something better. "God doesn't want you to be afraid. He didn't give you that fear; He wants you to be happy and free. He has an amazing plan for your life." He smiles, the flicker calming and growing stronger, "I sure hope so." "I'll be praying for you." "Thanks, I'll pray for you too." I'll never see him again, this side of eternity, but I loved him for his sincerity. Then, the other day in Church's Chicken, as the cashier i...