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Name: Jessica
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Metro: Alexandria
Birthday: 5/10/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus Christ, He really is my everything. Suave Martinez, he rocks my world. Music, art, songwriting, black eyeliner, dancing, ebay, movies, my wonderful friends, & PROJECT:REVOLUTION.
Theres really no point in listing on my favorite bands. Theres too many but im sure you may notice a bit of love for Blindside.
Expertise: Being a Rock Star, using my creativity, listening, wearing my heart on my sleeve, spending my money, writing, singing, and showing the world that im a complete nerd.
Message: message me
AIM:  Peanutbrittle7
Member Since:
7/25/2005
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| Every have one of those chaotic days where you need more time than the day offers? Everyone is asking for you to do something, demanding things with deadlines and the tasks seem endless. Well, I have…and yesterday was one of them. I hate leaving my job knowing I have a billion things to do the next morning. When I felt like the day had finally ended, my only reaction was to go into seclusion mode. I had to get away. This morning the phone was in my hand to call in sick. Like Mamma M. says… “You’re not really telling a lie. Because you are sick…sick of work.” But I somehow managed to be here. And on time at that! Woot! Now that I think about all of it, I wonder how Jesus would’ve handled a day like yesterday. I discovered that His day in Mark 1:32-34 started with teaching in the synagogue, then things got ugly. A dude possessed with a demon started shouting and spitting up pea soup. So of course he calmly yet firmly cast out the demon. So when he left there, He and His buddies when to this guy Peter’s house but he couldn’t get any rest because Peters mom-in-law was sick and needed His healing touch. Later, the entire town wanted to see Jesus because they thought “hey, if he can heal those ppl, he can heal me!” So it was there was more demon casting and healing going on. It must’ve been tiring. So with all that going on, how did he react? Did he call in sick? That would be kinda silly because people would be like…um Jesus, you can just heal yourself man. Did he take a vacation? No, the very next day…he got his butt up before sunrise…found a solitary place and prayed. He went before God seeking renovating power and for his presence. I hope that I can begin getting in the right motion of things. With more discipline in my life, so that it will just be natural for me to live the life I was called to live. | | |
| | Some people are hilarious. And I mean that in a its-so-pathetic-its-funny kind of way. Make sense? It just really floors me how some people insist they are entitled to their way all the time. I thought I knew what spoiled was (being the youngest child) but I dont even know the half of it. Yes Im venting. Its so hard to hold my tongue. I admit it. But the thoughts are still there. My immature attempts to damn a name by cursing and name-calling did me little satisfaction in the past...so, there are all those dark clouds of anger rolling around in my brain. They'll stay there until the storm passes. And it will. My GOD, help me today and give my distraught heart some peace. I feel like I should pray for this person but I cant gather the strength to do so. Or maybe its that I cant let go of my own pride. Love my enemies. As a child I thought, thats easy. As I get older, I'm finding it isnt so. But I know this is what God wants me to do. No matter how betrayed Ive felt, how much drama that spits out its mouth to this day along with fake claws that lash at the ones I love the most...My Lord wants me to love. My first reaction was GOD! No, I cant! Everything that has been done has stripped away any ounce of love I had left for this person. I cant. Why should I love? What good has it done?! Its been taken advantage of...betrayed...stepped on...crushed...then fragilely built up again for more disappointment. I cant. It doesnt take long for your first thoughts to break. Just about as fast as a reflection can murder words of hate...or a reply that you werent expecting. An answer that I wanted but didnt want to hear. I've found that sometimes when I want to hear His voice like thunder...He doesnt speak. Mostly because...He's shown so much that He doesn't have to say anything at all. I can. I've just been telling him this whole time that... I wont. But I'm so sick and tired of causing His heart to break that now I'm saying I will. Because I love You my Lord. I will Obey. I'm letting go of pain, swallowing my pride with one last goodbye. I will. Matthew 43-48 [The Message] "You're familiar with the old written law, 'Love your friend,' and its unwritten companion, 'Hate your enemy.' I'm challenging that. I'm telling you to love your enemies. Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst. When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer, for then you are working out of your true selves, your God-created selves. This is what God does. He gives his best...the sun to warm and the rain to nourishto everyone, regardless: the good and bad, the nice and nasty. If all you do is love the lovable, do you expect a bonus? Anybody can do that. If you simply say hello to those who greet you, do you expect a medal? Any run-of-the-mill sinner does that. "In a word, what I'm saying is, Grow up. You're kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you." |
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| We get older everyday. Theres always that step that is closer to more freedom, more fun, & more responsibilities. We may have a mission to make new friends, pass our classes, or in some cases...to stay alive. I just had John Travolta dance in my head. Wow. Scary. Very scary. So, before that absurd distraction...I was going to say that whether its through the great times ahead, or the tough times now, we grow up and sometimes...away. From God, that is.
I wonder how many go to church because they have to. Or how many go to church because someone they love goes there. What I really wonder is how many go for the right reasons. These are all questions Ive wondered about myself too. As we get older, our priorities change. I remember when I was younger. I didnt have a care in the world. Wait, yes I did...I cared if I missed Tom & Jerry. I cared if my big brother wouldnt color with me. And I cared if Courtney, my best friend, could come over and play Barbies with me. And when I hit high school, all I seemed to care about was that boy with the cute smile that caught my eye and making sure that everyone knew that the hot Cuban I planned on going to homecoming with was just a good friend. Fun times.
Im 21 now. Everything is different, as it should be. I have these crazy things called taxes, a job that requires most of my time, bills out the butt, a family that wants my company, a boyfriend who deserves my attention, a hobby thats been neglected, friends who think I've abandoned them, a house Im supposed to keep perfect, a body to keep in shape, and most importantly...a GOD that wants my devotion. Lately, Ive found myself broken down. How in the world can I do all this? Im terrible at balancing. How can I make everyone happy?
New and fascinating roads will be found in your journey. Try to stay on the path that will ALWAYS stay straight and true. No, that was not in my fortune cookie. Grow up. Enjoy life for what it has to offer. There are so many wonderful things you will experience. Jon said something a while back that stuck with me. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up because some of the best times are right now." But with all the changes going on, dont forget the reason you are here. Christ created us to love Him and to share that incredible love with others. Be sure to focus on Him and His will. Trust me, Ive been shown more and more lately that HE knows best.
You know me better than I do, its better if you lead the way. --FSF | | |
| Are we all myspace addicts now? Does anyone still read these?
I really should update. And I mean like a real update. I feel one coming. Just not today.
To all of you who still visit, I love you. Hope each of you are doing well.
Keep your eyes on Christ. | | |
| My laugh for today. The pink is me. The other is my mom.
"Mom, when Jon tickles me it freakin hurts more than it tickles. I swear I feel like my ribcage is cracked. Okay a bit dramatic but really he's like this *demonstates a poke poke* really hard."
"OW! That does hurt."
"Yeee-eh I know!!!"
*silence*
In such a serious voice, she says-----"Thats what Martians do....when they reproduce."
Maybe it's just me, but I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. | | |
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