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The other day I picked up a book from JonMark's desk and read the whole thing. Ruthless Trust by Brennan Manning. I really think it was what I needed to read this week, despite the ridiculousness of reading for "pleasure" in the midst of finishing up grad school. And I think that it affirmed lots of stuff that has already been swimming around in my brain. But, I often wonder how to get from

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Girls can do anything. But, lately, it occurs to me that they do very little of consequence because they are too busy being petty and jealous and silly. And it also occurs to me how easy it is for those games to be played by even the strong, wise women of the world--okay, I really mean me. It was funny, but today someone was sooo very jealous of me, and I kinda liked that idea. I kinda liked

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For months now conversations surrounding Rob Bell's SexGod and relationships have been a part of life. And there always seems to be another conversation to have about the subject. And today the thing that runs through my mind is how sick to death I am of people being all wrapped up in relationships. Because relationships are complex, I know, but I don't think they need to be nearly so

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Last night Scott reminded me that I am a poet and an artist. It seems funny I would have forgotten that. But I did forget that. He said something about drawing things instead of using all of our words to try and explain them, and I thought about my sketches of self-portraits that I do every five or six months. Drawing myself says way more about who I am and who I was and where I've traveled

CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126440400151819522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15730426.post-44841169389729002602007-11-06T11:41:00.000-07:002007-11-06T11:57:39.563-07:00

I'm sure my mom would be happy to know that piano lessons saved my life. It is true. I've just finished pounding out every song I've written (at least the ones I can remember) and banging out some chords that threaten to become a song someday, and I feel 10,000 times better than I did just an hour before. Piano lessons saved my life.When life really overwhelms me and everything seems worthless

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Well...it seems that keeping up with my blog is not a priority the last while. I haven't written anything for months now. But, there is plenty I could have written. I could have written about my many classes that challenged and angered me this summer. I could have written about the relationships that have come and those that have gone--the many gains and losses of transition--or the job

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So...I haven't written all summer. I suppose 22 units of seminary classes will do that to a girl, but I can tell that not writing has taken its toll. I can tell because I've been unloading on Andrew for at least a month, and finally starting to feel guilty about it. It is partly his fault, though. He puts up with me time and again and even encourages me sometimes. Anyway... it is time. Time

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I finally had a chance to hike today. I've only been out once since my accident in February and I really needed to feel the earth beneath my feet and the heat of the sun on my skin. I stayed in the city to hike. I usually go several miles out, but I have a ton of homework so I thought I should get home on time. As I was leaving, I saw a sign hanging there that said "Park Full". I thought to

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So...been awhile. Too much going on to think about writing anything, until now. I suppose now there is so much going on that I have no choice but to write. The stuff in my brain needs to go somewhere other than simply around and around in my brain. Today it is finally committed to word and expelled. No more swimming for you, silly thoughts. I guess the first thing that has been on my mind is

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I need an accountant, and I don't even have any money. I made like 4000 dollars this year, but I did it in all these strange little ways and have all these forms to file and schedules to complete. I really hate taxes. In the UK, they just figure out how much you owe them and send you a bill. But I suppose our government is so corrupt they would just rip everybody off. Of course, I might

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I am in one of those moods where I am in a bad mood but I don't know why I'm in a bad mood. "In a funk" Karyn called it. Yep... Dave says I need more sleep. I slept all day Sunday. Heidi says I need less stress. Not likely to happen.I think I just need to be in a bad mood. Maybe I just need a season of lament. We are really afraid of lament in our society. (Bitching we seem to be okay

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The boys mock my issues. I think they believe that such issues only arise when I am drinking. They are wrong. They just only see me when I am drinking--because they are always drinking. I really worry about the same things and confront the same things and try to deal with the same things every day. They just don't see those moments. Beer and bravery don't go hand in hand. Beer and being

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I have just finished my Hebrew mid-term. I feel like a person of genius and a f*****g idiot all at once. How can I be smart and slow? How can I be wise and a complete dork? How can I be accomplishing so very much and be weeks and months and years behind where I want to be? Lately I wonder how life can be so wonderful and yet leave so much room for disappointment or disapproval. It isn't

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I have been stuck in Ben Harper mode for days now. I always love Ben, but there are times in life when only Ben will do, and now is one of those times. And so Ben plays and plays and plays and plays--in the car, on my computer, at home, in my office. He plays on and on. And he reminds me of days gone by. And he reminds me of what it felt like to be in love. And he reminds me what it was

CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126440400151819522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15730426.post-80781740327776982122007-01-26T03:49:00.000-07:002007-01-26T04:50:34.019-07:00

Well...it appears I have been out of commission for some time. I have not written anything in more than a month--okay, not entirely true because I have simply not written any posts in a month. I have written papers, exams, book reviews, a letter or two, some poetry, and even a song. I have written proposals, I have written curriculum, and I have even written my congressional representative--

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Now that I remember how to go out, I am stuck inside. I am in Iowa and it is cold and cloudy and raining and soon to be snowing. It is boring. I forget how much of a city girl I am, and how much of a desert girl I am, until I come back here and sit, and sit, and sit, and sit and freeze my butt off. I miss the sun. I miss being out. I wish I were going out. Perhaps I will call Julie and see

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I'm going out tonight. Yippee!!!On Monday I decided that I am going to take my life back, and I have been doing just that all week. Tuesday I worked late and left Ray at daycare rather than rush out to pick her up. Thursday I skipped class to go and climb a mountain. Tonight Ray is at a friend and I am going to go out. I'm not sure I remember how to go out, so this may be a challenge. But I

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Something about my thinking lately has been depressing, self-defeating, and downright bitchy. It makes me tired. So I think that I will change it. I'm not sure yet whether I believe that is possible--changing my thinking--but I often hear people say that if you pretend you are something long enough you become that something. Now I don't think that works in every context, for sure. I cannot

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I'm not sure where the term Black Friday came from, but it seems fitting today. While I would prefer to participate in "Buy Nothing Day", I did go out for breakfast with my neighbor boys after midnight last night, so I technically bought something already. Only one of them is a boy--the other is a few years older and can without question be called a man, but I still call him a boy most of the

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Suddenly you realize you have let the darkness get too close. Suddenly you realize that the grief of the past has become a present pain. Suddenly what once was shapes what now is. And I need to escape it. No, not escape it--I need to walk through it. I cannot run from it. I must confront it. But how?I am so good at confronting the establishment, the tradition, the injustice, the lie. But I am not

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I am utterly depressed by the series of messages that we have been giving at Crash. www.rhinocrash.org The world is such a flippin' mess and hearing about how much of a mess it is seems to bring me down. Consumerism, injustice, and now world poverty have been addressed. And every Sunday evening I find myself shaking my head in agreement with everything Maxie says and then, in the next moment,

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This week has been maddening. I did way too much in just seven days. I feel like eight weeks has gone by and I should be on a plane tomorrow headed for the frozen tundra that I swore I would never again visit in the winter, but there are still eight weeks to go before I leave the Valley of the Sun and go to the Flatlands of the Pigs.Part of the reason that I feel like so much happened is that so

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I am amazed at how quickly things change. One moment life seems to be heading in one direction, and the next you have completely turned around and you are heading the other way. I've never understood how that can be so, but in many ways I am grateful for the unexplained phenomenon.Just a few weeks ago I was gushing about the way that I love my newfound community/family. Last week I was challenged

CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126440400151819522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15730426.post-1160546897098180552006-10-10T22:36:00.000-07:002006-10-10T23:08:17.110-07:00

Psalm 133:How good and pleasant it is when brothers and sisters live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron's beard, down upon the collar of his robes. It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore.It is so good to be loved--truly loved. It is so good

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Today Ray did something so stupid that I still cannot comprehend it. I keep thinking that I will wake up from this nightmare at some point, but the day keeps going on and I still have not awakened. It must be real. This is truly happening. But the incredibly stupid act that has caused complete turmoil is not the thing that most bothered me today. The most bothersome thing was a response to an

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This is it. My final year of the MDiv program has begun. It is with mixed emotion that I begin the journey to the end of my degree. The end is now, finally, in sight and now that I see the end, I begin to dread it.I realized over the weekend that I have become part of a family. As I sat with my cohort and we shared and cried and laughed and ate and prayed I realized that I love these people,

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How is it that I can go years without finding myself attracted to a single man, and then suddenly I find myself attracted to too many of them at once? Where have all of these great guys come from, and why have they all arrived here now?This is some grand cosmic joke. God is laughing at me in this moment. Perhaps he is trying to disprove my long-standing excuse for not dating by proving the

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Why must people take everything so seriously? It gets on my nerves. Lately I have just been angry with life and angry with God for calling me to something so hard after I have already lived a life that was harsh and challenging. I just want to rest some days, and I don't get to, so from time to time I get upset at where I am and where I am going and how unfair that all seems. But when I get like

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Today I read a book, wrote two papers, did some research on San Jose, Costa Rica, cleaned at least one third of my apartment, and emailed Julie to catch up. It feels good to get stuff done. The past week has been a blur of activity, but nothing seemed to be getting done. Today felt productive.I once took this self-test thing about work styles and found that I am a person whose work needs to be

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I have so much to say that I cannot figure out what to say. Does anyone else ever feel like that? I keep writing stuff and then deleting it and writing something else. I wrote about Rayven, and I wrote about a man, and I wrote about a kiss that did not happen, and I wrote about fear, and I wrote about Latin America, and I wrote about reflection, and I wrote about not knowing who I am---and all of

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I have just checked Adam's blog. While he has not posted anything in awhile, he has taken it upon himself to label everyone whom he has linked on his blog. I am simply called "brave".I believe that I will take this as one of the greatest compliments of my life.If only you knew, dear Adam, how paralyzed by fear I actually am. You have given me great hope this night. Thank you.

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I am convinced that no one reads this blog at all, and that makes me wonder why I keep writing things to post. I do, afterall, have countless journals which I could be writing in. I do, afterall, do this little drawing of self portraits thing where I keep in touch with how I'm feeling by drawing myself from time to time. I do, afterall, have people that I talk to on a semi-regular basis. And if

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The past week two things have been at the forefront of my mind. Spanish and solitude.I took three years of Spanish classes in highschool. I should know how to say something or read something in Spanish after three years of instruction, right? Wrong. Oh, I can tell you that I have yellow pants or that the dog is fat or that my name is Christy, but I cannot say anything of consequence. And I cannot

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I was doing some research tonight on a few topics for school and for my new business and I came across a couple of blogs where people were ranting about things as though they were the experts on the subject. However, the spelling in both of the blogs was outrageous. What was intended to say "weak" was spelled as "week", "welfare" was spelled "wellfare", and numerous other seemingly simple words

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I have been trying to write today, but nothing comes out the way I hoped. I began to contemplate whether I was suffering from writer's block. I am not. I am suffering thinker's block. Nothing I think of today will develop into a concept that is concrete enough to be written. My brain is all over the place, and nothing within my thought is complete. I have been working on stuff all day, yet

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Gustavo Gutierrez, We Drink from Our Own Wells: "The experience of the solitude of the desert is a profound aspect of the encounter with God. Passage through this desert is a journey of pure faith, with the support and guidance of God only. In solitude the Lord speaks to us tenderly (Hos. 2:14), calls us to fidelity, and consoles us."Truly this is where I stand. I am, quite literally, in the

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I thought it fitting to add a photo of my cohort. I complain about seminary a lot through this forum, but that is because I complain about everything through this forum, not because I don't like seminary. This group of people is one reason I LOVE being at Fuller. They have been by my side for the past two years and will be my system of support for a lifetime. On the left, from front to back,

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Today I got an email from Scott Mawhinney. It was one of the most beautiful and love filled expressions that I have received in some time. He has become a man filled to overflowing with love and grace. I wanna be like that--only not the man part. The funny thing is, I am like that--on the inside. I feel the way Scott speaks. I feel love and compassion and grace and all of that stuff, but I

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"It is good to hear your voice." That is what he said. And I wondered to myself, "does he miss me?" After all the argument and all the apologies and all the challenge and chaos and confusion of the past few years, could he now miss me? Of course he could. And once he stated that it was good to hear my voice, I had to admit that it was good to hear his too. No matter how I wish to avoid the

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How I have missed ocean breezes and crashing waves. I have been away from the coast for far too long. Today I am exhausted and yet I feel refreshed. The salty air and the warm sun make me come alive. But, even more, I am refreshed by the company of friends. Not just any friends, but the ones who will be there always--even when they aren't physically present.It has been many months since I have

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There are always strange noises that come from the apartment above mine in the wee hours of the morning. Often I do not hear them because I am asleep (it is amazing how much older you are in your thirties than in your twenties) long before the wee hours. But, on those few nights when my brain outlasts my body and I sit up late at night I am disturbed by what sometimes sounds like music,

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Tonight in class we looked at a bunch of scans that show brain activity--or, often, inactivity--in different people with different disorders. The question that now haunts me is, "what do you do when your brain doesn't work?" My brain does not work. We looked at the brain of an addict, the brain of a person with ADHD, and the brain of a person with PTSD. I am all of these people. So the odds of

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Wow. This class gets under the surface of my skin and gnaws at me. I have not felt such discontent and frustration for some time. Who knew that sexuality and gender would be such a topic of question and argument and struggle? I certainly thought it would be more clear cut than it is. And I certainly thought that the people in my class would share my progressive views--after all, it is Fuller. But

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I started my second intensive course of the summer quarter tonight. It is about sex. Before class David said, "So you guys are gonna talk about sex?" and I immediately began singing the song Let's Talk About Sex. Fortunately the professor found it humorous--as did everyone else in the class.I feel like this class is a good thing. This first night was affirming in many ways. My ideas of how the

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Seminary Sucks. I cried more this week than I have in a long time. Everything is always pushing me to a deeper level. Every month I am deeper in debt. Every quarter I am more deeply invested in the process. Every cohort meeting I am more deeply involved in the lives of these 13 people who I was once forced into community with. And every class pushes me deeper into myself, forcing me to emerge

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I feel disconnected. David says that all people long for two things--intimacy and purpose--and these my life is devoid of. I am completely disconnected. So how does one connect? How does one create intimacy and purpose? I'm not sure that creating such is possible. So, for the moment, I remain disconnected.

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Today Tavya and David and I went to lunch together. It is interesting the things that come up in the course of conversation at lunch. We talked about flat front pants. We talked about making out. We talked about the curse that overwhelms my existence and makes everything go wrong.When we left on our lunch excursion I was actually feeling down about the curse. I was tired and unmotivated and just

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This weekend, between doses of Tylenol 3 for my teeth which must come out, I was priveleged to attend a lecture by the famed Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggeman. It was kinda cool to be sitting only a few feet away from a scholar of legendary proportion. But then, about 15 minutes into his presentation I had the strange feeling that I am a scholar of legendary proportion. Now, I am not

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Today I made a smoothie and I put way too much ginger in it and then while I was drinking it my tongue went totally numb. But I kept drinking it because it was really good. So I just walked around sipping my smoothie and trying not to talk to anyone so they wouldn't think I was drunk or something. It would have been difficult to explain that I was slurring my words because of a ginger overdose

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I wrote an email to Andrew today. I apologized. But it doesn't matter if he accepts it. This is such a cool concept for me. There is this guy in my cohort who is obsessed with the doctrine of forgiveness. His whole theology revolves around how he thinks about forgiveness. But, in a way, he must live in a very sad and frustrating place. He is constantly commenting that "God forgives us

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Okay...so I am not just being negative. I really failed two classes. But I did it deliberately. I had taken incompletes in two courses when the worst chaos of life this past difficult year came upon me. I had every intention of finishing the work. And then I changed my mind. I don't want to be behind. I don't want to push to get the grade. I want to learn stuff. Cramming is not

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I found a roach in my apartment tonight. Then I totally flipped out and went crazy with the bug spray. Then I totally freaked out because I just sprayed deadly chemicals down the hall. Then I freaked out and sequestered Ray to one corner of the living room so that the deadly chemicals would have less opportunity to make contact with her little person and eventually cause her a slow, painful,

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As I contemplate the aftermath of Katrina and listen to stories of friends and co-workers whose families are still missing and see the devastation on the nightly news, I can't help but think that something is terribly wrong with this picture. Sure, the whole mess is wrong. But there is a "wrongness" that is especially annoying to me tonight. It leads me to question the world and our society

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Hello and welcome to my initiation into the "girlscandoanything" blog that I have just created. Of course, it is entirely untrue that girls can to anything, but they can do most things. I can do few things and do even fewer things well, so I have named this blog as a reaction to my own pathetic esteem and not because I think myself accomplished. Every day that I live I feel more stupid and

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