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Name: Cara
Birthday: 6/1/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Playing the piano, talking to my friends, spending time with my sisters, talking with my boyfriend
Expertise: Watching kids, cleaning...who knows.
Occupation: student
Industry: Hospitality!!
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AIM:  sweeteffects06
Yahoo:  spatula342
Member Since:
5/17/2004
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| You know, God never ceases to amaze me. Right when I think things are hopeless He comes along beside me, picks me up, and takes me on the wildest ride of my life. Amazingly, this ride ALWAYS ends in a wonderful place. I guess what's exciting is that it never stops. Exactly when one ride ends the next starts. Sometimes I'm on two at once....which is always interesting.
Life as a christian is kinda like a railroad track. On one side are the trials and tribulations, and on the other the joy and happiness. The sides are parallel; they go together. It reminds me of the song "When I Survey the Woundrous Cross." There is a line in that song that says "Sorrow and Love flow mingled down." Together.
For instance, I was so upset to leave UNT, not only because I would miss my friends, but because I thought I was set; that's where I was going to be. However, God had other plans. It was hard to leave, and audition at new schools, and fill out applications, and scholarship forms, and everthing else; there was alot of uncertainty. However, in the middle of it all, there was Christ, bring sheer joy and love and happiness to the process. And now, as he has taken me on yet another ride. He has brought to Howard Payne (starting in the fall). He provided; God is good.
This example is very likely insignificant to the many trials going on in this world. However, the concept holds true. As Christians we will go through trials. They will come. They will be hard. However, through it all God is there, and He is bringing joy into our lives in ways we could never imagine. | | |
| She looked so helpless when I first laid eyes on her. The beautiful, two month old baby was lying in her hospital bed, her two legs forced in the air because of the full body cast she was wearing. Elissabeth had been abused. I loved her from the minute I laid eyes on her. How couldn't I? She was broken, she was bleeding, she was in pain, yet she lay there like an angel, smiling and cooing at those around her.
I never wanted to let her out of my sight, I never wanted to stop holding her; I never wanted to stop kissing her, or hugging her. I wanted to keep her safe, safe from anything that could harm her. I love her.
And then we got the call: "we are coming to get Elissabeth tomorrow at noon. Pack her up." The call seemed so easy, so short, so harsh for something that needed time, something that needed strength, something that was not easy in any way at all.
Tomorrow came. I always hear people say "tomorrow never comes." It's not true. Tomorrow Came. It was time for the part I hated. I picked her up and hugged her. My eyes were filled with tears; she looked up at me and smiled.
I hugged her one last time, I kissed her one last time, I said "I love you" one last time. I don't know what her home is like, I don't know who she is with, I don't know her future, I can't keep her safe, I can't hug her, I can't kiss her, I can't tell her I love her, I don't know if I will see her again, I can't hold her in my arms.
But God knows where she is; He knows who she is with; He knows her future; He will keep her safe; He will hug her and kiss her and tell her He loves her.
I write this now with tears in my eyes. I opened my heart to her; she filled such a huge part of it. She is gone, and what's left is a huge void in my heart.
Oh God, please fill the void with your love, because right now I feel so empty.
Peanut, You are loved, and you will always be missed.
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| "O Lord of Calvary, hold us close to Thee that we shall be drawn into that fellowship, that thirst. This prayer goes very deep. It is not a light thing to ask to share in the fellowship of His sufferings, which is the fellowship of His love and of His thirst...... 'He that is not willing to stand at the will of His beloved is not worthy to be called a lover.'......... We know that we are not worthy. Such life is like the knowledge which is 'too high for me. I cannot attain unto it.' We cannot attain, but when the Most High stoops to us who are low and fills us with the power of His life, then nothing is impossible......... It is not that we attain. It is that He in us does that which we could never do."
~ Amy Carmichael
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| Well it's official. I am coming home next semester. My parents and I (along with many others) thought about it and prayed about it and I know it's the right thing to do. This way I will be able to get fully ready for all of my auditions. It will be sad to leave, but I know it's the right decision. I am going to miss my friends here, but I have alot of peace about next semester. | | |
| Goodness. I need prayer. Everything was worked out, I was going to be home next semester to get ready for my music audition. However, I am making friends here, and having so much fun, and to be really honest, while I am excited about somethings with being home, I am really kinda' sad to leave. I wish I could stay. I am pretty sure that htere is no way for me to get ready for an audition here because there is no place for me to practice. I kinda' wish it could work, though. Oh well, God has a plan. | | |
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