| Procrastination is the newest fad, which makes me cool. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2006|12:02 am] |
Well, I was blessed enough to win that essay contest, which is pretty cool! If you want, you can read the essay. I wanted to use this money in an unselfish way, and for a long time I considered giving to a charity, but I had one idea that wouldn't leave my mind. My family is planning to go to Europe for six weeks this summer, and the thought of having to be so far from Marc for so long made me feel sick. Also, he hasn't had a chance to see the world very much and I desperately wanted to take him with me. For a while, I thought that was a pretty selfish thing for me to do, since it would be benefitting myself a lot to bring him, and I prayed that I wouldn't spend the money just to make me happy. The thought of going on that trip without Marc was not an option to me; I'd be far too miserable, so I was considering not going at all. I was afraid I was just doing this as a way out of the predicament without having to miss the trip. With a lot of careful thought, however, I concluded at last that Marc really deserved the best I could give him in return for his continuous love and support, I couldn't ask for a more closely devoted friend. I'm really excited to take him somewhere he's never been, and give him a chance to have an adventure.
A lot of my friends don't yet understand why going on the trip without him is unthinkable for me. I've never met someone that has so captivated me as he does. I really don't think I could survive only hearing from him whenever my dad had the kindness to let me call. Ever since I got to know Marc, love for him gripped me and hasn't let go since.
I know that a thousand dollars could do a lot of good in a poverty stricken world, but I know I'd regret letting this opportunity pass for the rest of my life. I'm really excited for the summer! I know it's going to be awesome! |
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| Laws of Life |
[Jan. 30th, 2006|04:03 pm] |
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I am one of eight winners in an essay contest I entered earlier in the school year. I could win between 100 and 1000 dollars, which is kind of exciting. I won't know until after a small ceremony tonight how much I've won. I have some small ideas of what I might use the money for, but if I reveal that, it'll be at a later date. All I am totally sure of is that I am not going to let myself spend any of it on something selfish. That'll all just die away and mean nothing later. Whether this is a hundred dollars or a thousand, I want it to reach beyond myself, otherwise there's really no point in winning anything, if all I plan to do with it is spoil myself. Doing that wouldn't be winning to me, it would be losing. So whatever happens, let me hold accountable to the bold statements in this post and not spend a cent of it selfishly. |
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| Future = knots in stomach |
[Jan. 28th, 2006|02:08 pm] |
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I'm still really nervous and confused about what I'm going to do with this life if mine. All my friends seem to have some plan... and all I've got is... well nothing really. When I was a kid I was sure that whatever I was going to do or be, I was going to be the best at it, and I was going to love it. But I really don't know what I want to do or where God is leading me. I haven't got the slightest clue what I can do with my life. There are some things I'm mildly interested in, but I'm not really interested enough to spend years studying any of these things, let alone the rest of my life stuck in that field. I get so stressed out when teacher's keep on enforcing the idea that we have to know exactly where we're headed in life by now. I know that I can always make up my mind later, but it's still stressful to be surrounded by friends and peers who are certain of their direction and excited to reach the destination, while I feel like I'm lost in a fog. I wish I could tell God this is really not the time to be feeling distant, but I know that God knows what He's doing, I just have to trust He'll point me in the right direction. For now I'll just have to wait for the fog to lift. |
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| I haven't written in ages |
[Dec. 30th, 2005|10:40 am] |
Hi there reader(s?),
I've been sick for so long that I can hardly remember what it's like to be healthy. I missed nearly three weeks of school before the Christmas holidays, and now I am sick again! Today my throat is so sore I can hardly talk. I'll get over it in time, but I'm really tired of being sick and tired.
Christmas was great! I went with Marc's family for Christmas Eve. It was different than the usual Christmas Eve I'm used to, but I love Marc's family and I had a lot of fun. Christmas day was great too. Marc came with our family to my Uncle's in Barry. It was great to have (almost) the whole family together again. My 9 month old cousin Madison (cutest baby ever!) was learning to speak. Marc and Lukas stayed over night with me and my family, and we had fun even though Luke's tossing and turning was louder than we thought humanly possible. It really was a great Christmas.
My best gift of all of them was a sponsored child. I told my parents that I hated how gifts made you feel excited when they were new, but that died off fast. I thought that maybe if I asked for a gift that would benefit someone besides myself, it would be a lot more meaningful. So that's what I asked for. I'm so excited to watch her grow up and change! I got other great gifts too. Nice clothes, a purse and hair dryer. (thank you Marc! Now I don't need to fear my hairdyer exploding! Thanks for the purse too!) I am really so blessed to have family and friends like the ones I do. You guys make Christmas warm and memorable. And thanks above all to Jesus, who came to this earth to die for the likes of me. You demonstrate the truest love of all. |
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| Nothing to write about... so why am I? |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|04:18 pm] |
Hey there my neglected journal!
Lately I've just been stuck in the routine of school, and the boredom of it. It's a relief to have the weekend ahead of me now, but I have so much to do that it'll feel just like school the whole weekend anyways. *sigh* God give me strength and patience, and a true desire for you to get me through the dull times and focus on something better. |
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| Back to school again... |
[Sep. 27th, 2005|01:02 pm] |
I was (and still am) pretty sick for almost a week now, but I forced myself to go back to school for the afternoon even though I really wasn't feeling great. I said a little prayer in psychology that God would give me the strength to get through the day and that He would use my presence somehow for His glory. Shortly after that prayer, we were supposed to find a partner in the class and think up a few questions to ask them in a survey. At first I was really afraid I wouldn't have a partner, but then a girl I vaguely knew named Danielle came and asked if I'd go with her. She asked her questions first, and they were all about religion and the meaning of life and what I believed in and why... all these great, deep, and a little hard to answer questions about Christianity, and it was so exciting! I went afterwards, and I had some questions about what were difficult moments in her life, and what or who helped her get through them, what she learned from the experience, and what she would change about what happened if she had any power to do so. I never really got to know Danielle very well, and was often scared off by how she dressed and acted, but I learned that she went through a lot more than I could guess. Her mother threw her dad out of the house because he was an abusive drunk, but then her mom didn't have a way to get money because the dad used to be the source of cash and her mom didn't have an education, so her mom had to take her dad back. All the bitterness that had built up during the time he was out of the house made everything miserable when he came back. I gained a lot of respect for a girl who I never really gave a chance to, and her questions really show that she is searching. I hope really hard that I said the right sort of things so that she will understand exactly what Christianity is about. It was exciting to see her interest.
Next class, chemistry, wasn't as good. We had a test I didn't know about, but thankfully I was off the hook for that. After that was written, the teacher started asking questions that were apparently review, but I wasn't there, and didn't know any of the answers. Apparently, neither did the rest of the class, so he had a pop quiz, which I had to write too. Anyone who didn't get 7/9 or over on it had to come in for detention. I got 4, which was better than some people... but I got denention too. Oh well. |
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| Gah. |
[Sep. 22nd, 2005|10:31 am] |
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School is going ok I suppose. My classes aren't too bad, and I have friends in most of them. However, something about this year seems a little different, like I've had to step out of my comfort zone more than I would have otherwise. I prayed before school started that God would make into a real example of His love, and help me to reach out to people who I normally might not talk to. I think He answered that prayer, but not in a way that I expected. I often found a kind of safety in the large group of friends that God has blessed me with. As great as they were, I never really tried to reach out to others very much because I always had them. It's not like they've completely abandoned me or something, I know I don't have shallow friends; but somehow something is just different. I seem to have to change who I really am a lot of the time to feel like I fit in with them, and I can't shake the feeling that some of them are shunning me. I may be totally off in saying that, but that's just the feeling that I get from the way a lot of them treat me. Where before I would constantly be surrounded by friends, I end up spending a lot more time alone. Did I mess up somehow? Sometimes I guess I feel that inside I am so much older than my friends, and that it's getting hard to relate. It's been a while since anyone of my group of friends has really had a serious conversation with me, and sometimes that's what I really need. I guess I miss the closeness we once had. This may be an answer to prayer, to help me reach out, but it's a little difficult to adjust to. |
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| Wow.... |
[Sep. 14th, 2005|04:05 pm] |
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What an exhausting first 2 weeks of school it's been! I am so painfully worn out. I got a huge booster shot yesterday, and it didn't hurt when I got it, but now my arm is being savagely painful. I really miss youth camp.
It was quite an experience, and I saw yet again how lucky I am to have a guy like Marc, he's so incomparable to anyone I have ever met or will meet. He carried me all over the place when I hurt my ankle, even on a really huge hike over crazy rocky terrain! He deserves a thousand metals... unfortunately all he gets is my love. Poor guy.
I loved being in our small group at camp. We talked about so many awesome things and were so honest with eachother. One of my favourite moments of camp was with the small group of me, Marc, Heidi, Luke, Susanna, her awesome cousin Hannah, Geoff and Jon Compton. We were given a ball of yarn and told to pass the ball to someone with a compliment or encouragement for them and hold on to the end as you passed it. It ended up creating a kind of encouragement web. Most groups used only a little of the yarn, but our group kept on going until the yarn was all used up and we were all tangled in it. All the things people were saying about others and myself were so touching and right from their hearts. It was an awesome moment.
I had some less awesome moments there too, like frequent migraines and an awful reaction to an extra-strength tylenol I took that almost made me black out, and I felt like I was going to die. I twisted my ankle and fell out of a kayak and had to be rescued by a nearby fisherman. But all in all God taught ne a lot and it was a phenomenal week that is still giving me the strength to get through grade 11 right now. Ah... good times. |
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| I am home!! |
[Aug. 17th, 2005|01:42 pm] |
It feels so relieving to be home! So often in my life I was afraid that God wanted me to go to some far off country to spread His gospel, which terrified me in so many ways, just because I'm such a homebody, I'm perfectly content here where I am. But I now think I might be getting closer to understanding what God wants me to do with this life He lent me.
In Montreal, there were so many nice things to see, but I was heartbroken a lot of the time because of all the homeless people I saw, and how everyone just kept walking by, keeping their distance, and guarding their pockets, jingling with the money they refuse to share. It hurt me so much, because I barely even wanted to make eye contact myself, and I realized I was no different than every other pedestrian going by. The one sight that still lingers in my head was an emaciated man just lying on a cement window sill of a rundown building, asleep. You could barely tell whether he was alive, except for his breathing. He didn't have anything out to collect money in like so many others who have no home but the streets. It looked like he'd given up even trying and was just waiting for death. I would have given him something if only I had something to give, but my dad had the money, and he just didn't seem touched by that poor man. I don't care what he did to get himself into that way of life. I don't care if he was stone drunk. He deserves another chance, and he deserves the love and care any human being should know. How many times have I myself wandered away from God and squandered all He gave me to live my own way? And yet He rejoiced when I came back, and he showed me love. I am no different than that man. And it's really gotten under my skin and inspiried me. I want to use my interest in people to help them out, to work at a drop in centre or something. I want to be brought out of my comfort zone in a different way than leaving home. I want to be with people that might really be unpleasant sometimes, and hard to understand, but I want to show them God's love, and give them food and shelter if I can. That's what this trip inspired me to do, and I hope I have the courage to do it.
I still thank God that I am home. It's so great to be back with friends. Especially Marc. He's truly like my other half, which might explain why I felt so sure I was missing something important (like maybe a vital organ) while I was gone. Thank God for the great people I have in my life, I don't deserve a single one! |
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| Montreal |
[Jul. 31st, 2005|10:22 pm] |
So here I am. It's turning out not to be as bad as I feared, though it's not absolutely amazing either. What WOULD be absolutely amazing would be if Marc was here with me. I miss him so much it hurts.
Thankfully, for the last few days I've been staying at my cousin Gerald's appartment, which his business owns for when they come up here on business trips, so I've had internet access. That makes it a lot easier, because talking to those that matter is a lot easier to do. But we move on to camping in the trailer for the next two weeks starting tomorrow, so I'm going to miss this.
I've actually had some fun though. The first day we went to the old Olympic stadium from 1976. The one part of it was made into this thing called the biodome with all these different ecosystems and cool animals and real plants and things all indoors.
Yesterday we walked around Vieux Montreal (Old Montreal). It was really nice, and there were lots of neat shops and talented musicians playing. That night, there was a huge display of fireworks (the most I've ever seen!), it was cool. But I missed Marc and was a little bitter. That day though, I experienced a real miracle and was able to walk really far, all around the city. I didn't even get tired, and I've never walked that far before! It was so cool!
Today we saw two huge beautiful churches. One had a whole bunch of steps, really! Tonnes. There were four flights of escalators to get to the very top sanctuary! The other one was definitely one of the most ornate churches I've ever seen, and I've seen many very ornate ones in Europe! It was so cool! Someone was playing the organ too, it was a really cool experience. We also went to the Chinatown in Montreal, and I got a really rad skirt!
Happy birthday Mags! Sorry I'm not there to share it with you! |
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| Back... till Thursday... :( |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|02:11 pm] |
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Well, I'm back from the week-long trip... now only the two week one to go! I wish I could be more optimistic...
I won't say I had a terrible time, though it was true for a good chunk of the trip... as in most of it. Sorry for the complaints. I'm just bummed that I have to spend my vacation doing what my dad wants to do all the time, and being away from my friends. I miss Maggie's birthday YET again, even though I was promised that we'd be there for it this year. I guess promises to me, as well as my feelings, don't matter much to my parents. I spent most of the time on the vacation imagining I was somewhere else. My parents make fun of me all the time like I'm so little and nothing I say can actually be serious... so they spent a lot of time doing that. Every day was pretty much the same... get dragged out of bed, get dressed, eat, remove various daddy long legs's from bathing suit, change into bathing suit, go canoeing, go swimming at beach, canoe back to campsite, eat, have campfire or go to evening show, go to bed, be kept up until 3am or later by loud neighbours/dad's snoring. Now multiply that by 8, and that was in all honesty my entire week. This next one is going to mainly be a conglomeration of museums and things.... I'll just barely make it through yet again. I love my parents, but they are so much older than me, and seem to have forgotten entirely what it's like to be my age. They critisized everything I did, laughed at me when I got frustrated and yelled or cried, and sang stupid songs ALL the time! I don't honestly know how much more I can take. It was a lot better when Dave didn't have to work and could come along. I'd have someone more my age who understood me and could defend me from mom and dad's critisism, and we could joke and talk about things that interest people under the age of fifty. They can't understand why I don't want to go... all I know is I'm not doing anymore vacationing with them, unless they go to Germany or something. They certainly don't make me want to. I can't stand the way I get treated by them! I'm tired of being treated like a five year old, I'll never escape this! They're blind to the fact that I can do things for myself, have valid opinions that shouldn't be instantly treated as "How cute, she's standing up for herself, let's laugh, honey!"
So yeah... the scenery wasn't bad... it was nice weather, the water was nice.... that's all I can do for optimism, sorry. Some times it wasn't bad. That's the truth. Those times were when I was either reading, listening to worship music, or when I was on the phone with Marc; as well as the odd time when the weather was nice and my parents stopped the nagging for a minute or two. Fun. |
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[Jul. 12th, 2005|10:21 am] |
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Well, the countdown to when I leave for that huge vacation is now at only 5 days, if you count leaving early on Saturday as a day. I wish I could be excited or something... but as it is, I really can't be. I don't want to go at all. We had fun last year... but I can still distinctly recall the lectures I got from my parents because Dave wasn't around to bother too, so they lectured me double. It wasn't that fun. I'm going to miss Marc so much... and all my other friends, who probably don't even know I'm going... 'cause no one really reads this thing. I'll try and have fun... but I can't really make any guarantees. I just don't like being far from home I guess.
I don't really know what to do today... Marc is in North Bay, Maggie is at summer school, Susanna is at a cottage or something, Elaine is working... I think I'll call Heidi... hopefully she's home!
I'm going to have to pray to God for strength and patience on this trip. I love my parents, but they can get pretty annoying. I know He can get me through this. It's almost sad to think that I need God's strength to make it through a vacation, but I guess that's my life... |
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| Got a haircut, etc. |
[Jul. 5th, 2005|09:35 pm] |
I got back from camping with my family and Maggie on Sunday. We had a great time being immature and whining about how much we missed our boyfriends. I'm terrified of that long trip my family will be taking soon... it was hard enough to be away from Marc for just a couple days. He really is my other half... and God knew what He was doing when He brought us together. I only wish God would make it so that I didn't need to be away from Him, but I guess I just have to trust that God knows what He's doing there too. I know God will give me the strength to be without Marc, I know it will take more strength than I have in me... I just love him so much!
Marc was really sick today... so I came over after I got my haircut, and took care of him for a bit. I didn't really do much for him... but he was still greatful that I was there. I loved being there too. I loved just being able to make him feel a little better by keeping him company. I hope he feels better soon!
So yeah... my hair is shoulder length and layered-ish now. It takes a little getting used to, but I like it, I guess. If Marc is well, he, Elaine and I along with her family will be going to Wonderland tomorrow. It shall be rad. |
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| going away for the weekend... |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|09:08 pm] |
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I'm going to go to the Pinery with my mom, dad, and best friend Maggie. It's a tradition that I think started way back when Mags and I were only seven. We have so many crazy/awesome memories of all those years. There was the unforgetable time when a raccoon stole a whole strudel (still in the box!) off of the picnic table when dad's back was turned. Or the time that baby deer came while my mom, dad, aunt and uncle were around the campfire, and it rammed into one of the empty lawn chairs. There was the time Maggie had so many more "mosquito bites" than anyone else... and we found out soon after that they were chicken pox. I got a delightful bout of them too... which really goes to show that we mean it when we say that we share just about everything. Last year. Maggie couldn't make it, and I had a really awesome time with my friend Katie, who I brought instead, but it just wasn't the same as having my crazy "Sister from another mister" with me. Oh wow, someone please shoot me for saying that... only Elaine can pull that off.
Either way, I'm really hoping that this year is full of memories too, so that it can make up for the year that we missed. Maggie and I always manage to have fun... we're crazy kids. A lot has changed since we were seven... I've got a boyfriend (I heart you Marc!) , and so does Maggie now! Which is good, we can both whine about how much we miss them, 'cause I know I am going to miss Marc miserably! I know we'll have fun anyways! But yeah, like I was saying, a lot has changed since we were seven, but one thing never will... we'll always be friends, I won't let our friendship slip away even if this world goes completely to ruin. (which it definitely seems to be doing! Loust bill C-38 *shakes fist*) What I guess I am trying to say in all this rambling is "Maggie Fried rocks my SOCKS!" We'll be able to bond some more soon!
*Exeunt* (must stop reading Shakespeare...) |
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| Thank God Dave's ok... |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|07:50 pm] |
I had a pretty uninteresting day today. But when I woke up this morning, I was terrified. My brother got really, really sick very suddenly. He was in a LOT of pain, and he was so dizzy and aching, I've never seem him so sick. I was so afraid that he would die or something. I know from experience that my family rarely takes me and my brother seriously when we're really ill or hurt. They seem to like to live in a world inside their minds where pain is impossible and if we claim to be in pain, we're obviously making it up. For example, Dave's appemdix nearly burst before mom took him to the hospital, and then there was also the time where he broke his arm, and my parents didn't even take him to a doctor until the nest week. They aren't bad parents, they just never want to believe that it is as bad as it often is. So today I made a big fuss and made sure mom called telehealth right away, since Dave could barely move and she wasn't doing anything sbout it. After we called, I just lay on the floor in a fetal position in my room and cried and prayed a lot. I tried my best to stay calm and take care of him, but I was scared to death. It made me realize just how dear Dave is to me. I couldn't make it without him.
Thank the Lord, he was better far faster than I expected, in just a few hours. He was unfortunately back to his usual moods too. I love him to death, but he really knows how to try my patience. I'm so glad he's ok, but I wish his attitude woild change a bit. But God will give me patiemce to deal with him until it does. |
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| Exams are over!!! |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|11:50 am] |
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| | TobyMac - Stories(Down to the Bottom) | ] |
Yesterday I finally got that math exam behind me, and I'm not too sure I did well, but at least it's over, and officially summer, with no need to return back to that stupid school until September! wOOt! <--- that was for Elaine
Yesterday, a whole slew of my friends threw a really early surprise birthday party for my bestest buddy Maggie.... good times. She was SO surprised, and she ended up getting more than she bargained for. She now has a boyfriend! Yay!
I am so excited for the opportunities that I'll have this summer. It's going to be really different this summer, since I am surely the luckiest person in the world, and I have many lovely days with Marc to look forward to! I can't wait, Senator! :)
Well, I'm done rambling for today! |
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| Science smells |
[Jun. 15th, 2005|02:55 pm] |
I just wrote a science exam, and thankfully it wasn't too bad. I'm not ecpecting perfect or anything, but I think I did pretty good. Which is a relief, now only three more exams to go! History is tomorrow, and I really ought to get studying, but I need a break from exams/studying for exams before I go insane. So here I am!
God always seems to carry through. I was so worried about this dumb exam, because I seemed to forget everything before I went in there to write it. Not the most encouraging feeling. But it all came back, and I made it through. And frankly, I don't really care how I did. In retrospect to all that Jesus did for me, and in comparison to that whole spiritual world and all those spritual battles constantly going on beyond my sight, an exam is really nothing. So, it's really not worth me putting any worry into it. I'll try my best, but not study till I drop, and then I'll let what happens happen. I'd far rather be doing something big and great for God than sitting here studying anyways!
Wish me luck nonetheless,
Leanne |
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| "You guys! Guess what I hacked with my abacus?!?" |
[Jun. 13th, 2005|02:42 pm] |
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It's amazing how many people don't know what an abacus is. In fact, I wasn't even sure what it was used for. Crazy abacuses. Or, according to the definition below, I can also say "crazy abaci!!" (I need a job or something)
ab·a·cus
n. pl. ab·a·cus·es or ab·a·ci (b-s, -bk)
A manual computing device consisting of a frame holding parallel rods strung with movable counters.
Anyways, this whole abacus craze all began when Marc asked me a simple question about my cousin Ben. He said, "If Ben lived back in the 1800's when there weren't computers, what would he do? What would be his "thing"?" And then he answered his own question by saying Ben would be all abacus crazy, which was quite amusing. I really wish I was abacus crazy. I think I need something else to write about in here....
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http://www.learningwithtoys.com/images2/493%20Melissa%20And%20Doug%20Lights%20Camera%20Interaction%20Wooden%20Abacus.jpg (It's the abacus Ben would want terribly if he lived in the 1800's! |
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| I'm running out of subject lines |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|03:29 pm] |
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| | I fell away - Brave Saint Saturn | ] |
It was the last official day of school yesterday... which is a big relief, now all I have to worry about are several difficult exams! (Yay?)
I was randomly writing stuff again today... I got into one of those odd moods where I always try to express emotions, etc. in words, and whatever I am trying to express or capture is always deeper than words can express. Or at least deeper than I can make them express. I guess I can cross off the dream of becoming a writer of my life's goal list... of which the only copy is currently only in my head. So there we go, crossed off. But I have lots of other dreams though, which, God willing, will come true someday. Some of them already have!:D
I really have nothing to write about now though... everyone else always has really cool stuff on their journals, like Marc's political stuff that's causing crazy arguments, or Maggie's encouraging of those in need... I've got nothing. Welcome to my boring journal. Maybe something will happen this summer to change that up. But 'till then... |
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| Crazy Prophetic Dreams... |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|04:26 pm] |
Hooray for the weirdest dream ever last night!! God seems to know that the thought of the world ending unnerves me, and yet He seems to like to give me weird "end-of-the-world" related dreams, maybe just because God seems to like to challenge you and whatnot, so He gives me these dreams instead of someone else who isn't the least bit unnerved by that kind of thing. In a strange way, it does make a lot of sense.
So here's my dream. It was all so realistic I woke up and for at least half and hour I was convinced it was real. I was staying after school to finish up my technique tests for music (I actually have to finish those!), and then I took the late bus home, but since there weren't really any other people staying after school due to the approach of summer, I was the only one on my bus. The moment I got on, I recognized the bus driver, but I couldn't place exactly who she was. I was sitting in the front seat right behind the driver (like I usually do) when suddenly it dawned on me who she was!! (Maggie, you'll know right away who I mean, but Marc, I'll have to explain)I had a bus driver throughout public school named Mrs. Holst. She was literally a saint! When I had my hip operation in Gr. 4, I had to stay off my feet for six weeks, pretty much bedridden. But she came to visit me and gave me a big box with a little gift to open every day of those six weeks, to give me hope and pull me through. And she prayed for me all the time! She died in a terrible car accident (the same one that killed Lyle Hallman) on her way to church a year or two ago. But I saw her!! She looked a little younger somehow, and her face and eyes had this glow that wasn't like this world, so vibrant, so utterly alive. I knew looking at her that she wasn't of this world. I couldn't say anything, but she knew when I recognized her, and she said to me "Jesus is returning soon. Spread His love, share His word, Leanne, so that everyone can be where I am." and then I woke up. It was so weird, but I saw her, and Mags, as though there could have been any doubt (as if!) We know beyond a doubt that she is in Heaven! I wish you could have seen her, it was AMAZING! Although I wonder why God keeps giving me dreams that He is coming soon, as I've had several. I just hope that those who have yet to discover His love and saving grace can do so soon!!
~Leanne |
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