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Hello to my dear readers. I hope I don't throw any of you off for doing this, but I decided to update my blog URL to a more grown-up address than my brother's childhood nickname for me. You can find a few of my most recent blog posts and all new posts from now on at Everything Rhymes. I've even updated the design and added some pages.  Here's to the next phase of blogging! Thanks for joining me

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Meet Carson. We did not name him.  We've had him for three weeks, and he is the perfect cat. Part British shorthair, part tabby. I love our three cats, but Carson has their best qualities combined. He's not shy, likes to spend quality time with you, likes to be held, likes to sit on laps, but not for very long. He's not needy. Just a buddy. And he likes to ask questions. "Brrrrr-oww?" His left

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Last December, just before Christmas, Andrew and I became "foster" people to a little gray kitty named Art. He'd been through a house fire, and firefighters cleaning up afterward found him--the sole survivor out of more than 20 cats in this one home. He'd been raised in a hoarding environment. Because of the trauma, he was understandably skittish. But another Humane Society volunteer decided to

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Most of my life feels like "catching up." I don't know that I'm trying to catch up to anybody else. The feeling I have is of trying to catch up to where I should be had I known what I know now. Ie., had I had siblings my age, had I gone to a public school, had I started college as an English major, had I not been afraid to talk to boys in high school, had I been comfortable in my own skin at an

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It's high time I finally posted a note here. I was busy wrestling with a couple projects for school. A friend from my MFA program wrote a great post about the process of writing. How writing is what we want to do, but we are tempted to find anything and everything else to do but write. Don't be ashamed, Lindsey. I feel the same weakness, the same self-doubt. "Why am I doing this if I am so

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In case you've wondered, I've been taking a little break from blogging. Sorry for the MIA. I plan to resume posting within a week from today! Been adventuring, and I will include info about that eventually. I guess I can't adventure, do school work, and blog. Ta ta for now!

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You history buffs out there, or eclectics like me, might enjoy a comparison of these three videos. Each video was taken from a trolley traveling down Market Street, toward the San Fransisco Ferry  riding a SF trolley with friends in 2009 Building. You can see the spire of the ferry building at the end of the road in each of the videos.  I'm interested in the difference not only in the buildings

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Weekend is coming up! Not that you have to wait for the weekend to do something special--do it now, I say. But if you need the excuse of a weekend to get you going, I'm here for you. I proposed finding 10 fun activities to do with your favorite introvert, or if you're the introvert, suggestions to show your friends or significant other. Look here for the first 5. Today's post will give you 5

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For the introverted individual; for those with an introverted significant other; for those with introverted friends: Hear, hear. Too much of American dating culture revolves around activities dominated by extroverts: dinner & a movie, bowling, miniature golf, dancing, cocktail parties, sports events, concerts, bars, even shopping (according to LiveStrong.com Dating Ideas--no joke!). Most if not

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The other day I wrote about the innovative power of web video, especially the potential for writers and other creative voices. "There's something electric about hearing the author's voice in the words they wrote. There's something intimate about publicly sharing words that were written in private." You can't listen to a well-wrought story without being engaged. I proposed that more emerging

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Web video is nothing new. People have known how to post their home videos to YouTube, Vimeo, VideoEgg, etc. for years now. But what if we look at how web video can fuel innovation? I love TEDTalks videos. You could say I'm a junkie. The curator of the TED Conference himself, Chris Anderson, shares what he believes is the force for positive change behind video sharing. (FYI: It's nineteen minutes

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A friend of mine recently mentioned that she was "nearing 30..." and the first thought through my mind was that she can't be nearing 30, cause we're the same age. But regardless of whether I acknowledge it or not, life is moving forward and I'm caught in the stream. One way I plan to avoid getting caught in the shallows is to try new experiences. Be adventuresome. So we decided to try geocaching!

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(Or, a venture into veggiedom.) I have been eating mostly vegetarian ever since the end of June, when, at my creative writing residency, I decided to see how long I could go just choosing and eating foods sans meat. My older brother is a vegetarian and I have more than a few good friends who are dedicated vegetarians, so I know a little bit about the importance of getting complete nutrition from

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The things I enjoy learning... Word Origin and HistoryOK1839, only survivor of a slang fad in Boston and New York c.1838-9 for abbreviations of common phrases with deliberate, jocular misspellings (cf. K.G. for "no go," as if spelled "know go"); in this case, "oll korrect." Further popularized by use as an election slogan by the O.K. Club, New York boosters of Democratic president Martin Van

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Last January for my first MFA residency, I stayed in a bed & breakfast called Irving House. I had a tiny, wonderful room, a twin bed, a desk, and a shared bathroom. I walked 15 minutes to classes after a hearty organic breakfast, and I enjoyed cookies or cake and hot tea when I got back around 11 every night. The place is a treasure in itself. Then I watch Julie & Julia the other night with

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Umbrellas are for more than keeping off rain. A black umbrella just won't do. One with a wooden cane handle is better than a straight black plastic handle. And the more color, the better. An umbrella is highly symbolic, indicative of a person's outlook on life. Are they pragmatic? Whimsical? Pessimistic? Optimistic? Do they laugh at themselves, or do they try to disappear into the crowd? This is

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She picks up her electric guitar, begins strumming the offbeats. Stops. Waits. Starts again, just before people getting off walk by. "Don't worry 'Bout a thing Cause everything Is gonna be alright" When the stream subsides, she stops, looks around, puts the guitar in its stand, and reclaims her lonely seat on the bench--not even noticing I'm inside the train. And I'm still listening. The doors

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Sometimes I know a story is right when the whole world seems to spin it into my lap. Today, I got one of those stories. It started as a journal entry a few days ago, just after a heavy rain. I wrote about the glow of freshly washed leaves, the darkness of the tree trunks, the lambent light in the air. Yesterday I decided to turn it into a story somehow. Over night the rains came. Gentle

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How does someone train to be the world record holder for most live scorpions eaten in one minute? Sure it's only 60 seconds. We do a whole lot more unpleasant things that take more than sixty seconds. Like when the dental hygienist flosses your teeth, for example. So, do you start small and work up? Eat as many fortune cookies as you can in a minute. Then work your way up to grubs. Then beetles.

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Nobody said the next post had to be in April of 2009. Obviously I got bored with my blog. Then I got busy. I was accepted to Lesley University's low-residency masters in fine arts program and attended my first residency in Cambridge (MA) in January. I'm thrilled with the program, with the faculty, and with my fellow students. It is just right for me. So I feel sort of directionless with this

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Before the month is over, I thought I should at least get one note in here so it doesn't look like I totally neglect my blog.  Briefly, the biggest news is that I was accepted at Fairfield University's low-residency MFA program.  The first residency is in July, if I choose to go there.  Right now I'm still waiting to hear back from two more schools.  If I do go to Fairfield, I'm looking forward

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So this is the first day in a while that I've had time to sit down and think through what we've done so far. Two weeks makes for a long vacation! I won't try to summarize every day since San Diego, but the gist of it is this:We spent a wonderfully relaxing weekend with my brother Steve in Santa Barbara, touring SB County wine country and celebrating Valentine's Day with him and Alicia.Sunday

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We got up early to borrow bikes (free from our hotel!) and ride down to the bay. Our whale-watching tour left at 9:30 for the great blue sea. Once we cleared the harbor, the captain had to navigate around a forest of sea kelp, which meant he had to go parallel to the ocean swells, which meant if you were at all sensitive to motion sickness, this was not the trip for you. Andrew and I did

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Today we "slept in" until 7:30, had breakfast and hiked from our hotel to the SanDiego Zoo. We spent the whole day there, and saw some pretty cool animals.The orangutan habitat was pretty cool, but in my memory it is a place of sad irony.As I was watching through the glass, a hummingbird hit the glass from the orangutan side. I thought it was dying, but then it righted itself and began to get

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We made it to California! We survived what seemed like a plane full of high school cheerleaders, and took a taxi to our hotel. It's pretty sweet. It's small, but very efficient. We ordered a pizza from a New York style restaurant, which was delicious, especially after eating only peanuts on a 5 1/2 hour flight. Tomorrow off to the zoo, more to come later.

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I realized something today--this may be the only reason I am applying to Grad School. I'm working on my portfolio, with about 3-4 serious stories in the works. I need revision and critique and outside help like crazy, so I'm allowing anyone who is willing to step into my world to read a story or two. I know I need it, but it's the scariest thing I've ever done. I didn't feel this way so much

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If I've seemed distant in the past few months, it's because I'm realigning my priorities. Namely, am I going to apply to MFA programs, or not? I took the GRE in September, but that is such a minor factor in the application process--only one school out of the seven I'm applying to even asks for it. The bigger issue for me is writing, building a portfolio. The only completed story I have is

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After watching Darfur Now the other day, while the credits scrolled up the screen, Andrew said, "I just got the strong sense that I'm supposed to die with nothing. If I've hoarded possessions, then to some extent I've failed." This is the heartbeat of our lives. Be willing to part with anything and everything if someone else needs it more. We came into this world with nothing, and we can't

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One of my strengths, according to the Strengths Finder test, is Input. I gather and assimilate all kinds of information, making connections, and sharing them with others. Sometimes I haven't thought of something I've read for years, then it comes up in conversation and I'm like, "Yeah! I read that...(yadda yadda yadda)." People say, "How do you know that?" I couldn't tell you where I learned

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I've spent the evening reading short stories by Edward P. Jones and a section from the book Grace Is Where I Live, by John Leax. I trimmed the cats' claws, I talked to Andrew about health care and politics, and I read one of my unfinished stories and started on another. This writing is hard. They say writing's a solitary exercise, but for me it languishes outside of community. If I don't have

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Last Thursday I spent the whole morning reading. Not a bad way to start the day; except that I was at the mechanic's waiting room with Fox News Channel talking at me from the TV in the corner. I've decided, if there's one thing that could fall off the face of the earth and I wouldn't miss it, it would probably be news channels. There are a lot of things I don't personally enjoy or reap the

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Why do I have a tendency to be doing perfectly simple things and seriously hurt myself?In 5th grade I was looking back over my shoulder while reaching to open a door. I bumped the push-bar and "jammed" my finger, finding out a couple weeks later that I had actually broken the bone in my hand and had to wear a cast on my right hand for months. I also have a tendency to easily choke on water.

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I live a simple life, but a blessed one. I don't need much to feel extravagantly loved.My 25th birthday was Monday. I knew Andrew had something in mind, but I wasn't sure what. My day at work was wonderful. I got there early, earlier than usual. I was there for about an hour when I heard the tell-tale whisperings. Every birthday we have cake and sing to the birthday person. One year I was

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I'm supposed to be getting ready for a friend's baby shower, which I'm helping to plan. But I just can't wait to share this awesome magazine with all 3 people who read my blog! I posted a link in my Nota Bene sidebar, but this needs more recognition. I subscribe to a magazine called ReadyMade, which features practical, fun, and eccentric do-it-yourself projects. One of its main credos is

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Jeremiah is known as the 'weeping prophet,' and even referred to as a whiner sometimes. People at work, where we proofread Bibles, skip over Jeremiah and Lamentations on the sign-out sheet because 'he's so depressing.' He's constantly crying out over his people's destruction, calling for them to turn back to the Lord, interceding with tears before the Lord.I like reading Jeremiah. It makes me

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If it's been forever since I've written here, it's not for lack of things going on. I do keep relatively busy with 2 jobs, youth group, friends, church stuff. But I never thought I was extraordinarily busy.Suddenly aware of tension headaches and a constant stiff neck, I realized, This isn't normal. A kind friend gave me a neck and shoulder massage at work and asked me if I was stressed out

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Andrew and I just watched Cast Away on TV after seeing it last when it came out in 2000. I could almost write a paper on that movie. There's so many discussion points just below the surface. For instance, Chuck (Tom Hanks' character) was obsessed with keeping time: "We live and we die by time. And we must not commit the sin of losing our track on time." Then he was forced to spend four years

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This poem was inspired by a reading of 1 Kings 19:12 where God appears to Elijah on a mountain, wrapped in a "thin silence." It's also inspired by the classical and medieval view of the celestial spheres, which C.S. Lewis alludes to allegorically in his space trilogy, especially Out of the Silent Planet.before the world began, and ever since,there is this thin silence.hovering, it hums with

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"Beware of counterfeiting the love of God by working along the line of natural human sympathy, because that will end in blaspheming the love of God."Jesus, after his resurrection, asked his disciple Peter the same question three times (John 21:15-17): "Do you love me?" Each time Peter said, "Yes, Lord, you know I love you." Jesus' three-time reply, "Then feed my sheep." Like Peter's triptych

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Something just occurred to me, something simple that I never thought of before. I was stretching, looking out the window at the clear, crisp, sunny morning, and I saw the two LDS guys that live in the apartment complex. They were all dressed up in their black suits, throwing their trash in the dumpster before driving off on their mission. And I thought, what would I say if I got a chance to

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The leaves are budding on the trees in front of me. I wonder if they've captured enough energy from the sun to endure the cold this coming weekend. It rained this morning, so the wood is darkened, black branches in deep contrast with the naive little leaves. Baby buds, their whole life ahead of them, were thrust into the world by the labor of mother nature. They are inexperienced. They are

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February was one of those months that went by in a blur. It even had an extra day, but that didn't help. I haven't actually just sat down at the computer to "play" in a few weeks. But here's a rundown of what I've been up to lately. . .Mid-February was a trip to Orlando for the Chick-fil-A seminar. It was wonderful! "Great Leaders Serve." It's like a business seminar that doubles as a

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It's great weather for a road trip, but will I be going on one? Well, I was going to go here with the youth group, but it got cancelled. :( It's beautiful, sunny, mid-60's; birds are singing like it's spring. It's also Groundhog Day today. Apparently, General Beauregard Lee, the Atlanta groundhog, didn't see his shadow whenever he came out today, so we'll have an early spring. Generations

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-6486742389571849502008-01-19T12:51:00.000-05:002008-01-19T13:54:56.614-05:00

I'm so excited--it's snowing!! Earlier this week, Wednesday night, it snowed a bit, but it was gone Thursday morning. It started snowing this morning, and it's already accumulated more than it did on Wednesday. It's so pretty! I love snow. Especially with all the pine trees and bushes around here, it lays on the branches in clean contrast with the dark green leaves beneath it. I even love

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-8337105002086935042008-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:002008-01-16T00:36:34.578-05:00

Imagine a slice of history preserved for 150 years, surrounded by pastoral fields and trees, and closer to both of our jobs. Imagine heart of pine floors, 5 fireplaces, a room with a full wall built-in bookshelf, floor-to-ceiling pane glass windows, walk-in closets, 4 bedrooms, 3 1/2 baths, and a little red barn, all on 5 acres. Imagine quiet mornings reading next to the window with birds

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-38115935477553845222007-12-31T11:07:00.000-05:002007-12-31T11:32:47.777-05:00

Christmas is looking into family members' eyes and knowing love.Christmas is singing praises in the old carols.Christmas is being thankful for the generosity of others.Christmas is seeing the enjoyment of your loved ones opening gifts from you.Christmas is sharing a piece of your history with the ones you love the most.I'm so thankful for my family. They are funny, generous, loving, genuine, and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-60565073210545380952007-12-12T22:06:00.000-05:002007-12-12T22:33:44.542-05:00

I've had cookie exchanges, Christmas brunches, and ornament parties. I've put up the tree and lit the lights. And today, I opened all the windows in the apartment after driving home from work with the windows rolled down. Is that right? It's absolutely beautiful weather right now... for May! I'm going to a Christmas party for Andrew's work tomorrow in a knee-length skirt and sleeveless shirt

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-71941918413073057172007-12-06T23:12:00.000-05:002007-12-06T23:45:09.049-05:00

I love December because I finally get to put up Christmas decorations. Last Sunday I braved the "storage closet" to get the big box of Christmas decorations out from under everything else. I retrieved our little Charlie Brown tree, the boxes of ornaments, lights, and stockings, and began to spread Christmas cheer about our apartment.First I put up some icicle lights around our balcony. Then,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-61344126448347783212007-11-29T00:36:00.000-05:002007-11-29T00:41:03.952-05:00

I have discovered and grown to love a website named Chow. It has boards, videos, tons of recipes, and articles galore. It's a lot of fun to browse around. If you like food and you like to learn about it, look here.www.chow.comAre you a chowhound?

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-77818231489556803082007-11-27T21:10:00.000-05:002007-11-27T21:40:41.232-05:00

Even though I roasted a chicken instead of a turkey, we still have a bucket of leftover meat. I also had celery, herbs, onion, fennel stalks, and a partially used carton of chicken broth to use up, so I thought, "I'll have a go at homemade chicken noodle soup." I know, right? I've never made it before! All I've ever had was the Campbell's kind. I was living such a sheltered life. It was so

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-86635314684994498642007-11-26T23:32:00.001-05:002007-12-07T14:39:43.133-05:00

Even though Andrew and I spent Thanksgiving day sleeping in, reading, and mostly keeping to ourselves, I had the opportunity to try some new tricks in the kitchen. I realized I have never made the same recipe twice just for Andrew and I, so why start with a "traditional" Thanksgiving meal? I roasted a chicken, rubbed with sage and rosemary, and baked in an oven bag. I also roasted green beans

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Is it possible that we've become so censorship-happy as a Christian culture in the United States that we've lost touch with the truth of transformed life in salvation? Have we cut ourselves off from the wisdom and guidance of the Holy Spirit because we take our orders from pastors and evangelical politico-religious leaders? Are we living stunted Christian lives because of rules imposed on us

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-29049171203630974862007-11-06T22:44:00.000-05:002007-11-26T22:51:25.638-05:00

Today I'm sending in the short story I wrote for my senior project. It's a big first step for me in the literary world. Even though I don't want to/need to get the original manuscript back, I've had a hard time parting with it. Like the act of sending it puts into motion a dream that I fear I won't be able to live up to. I'm counting on getting rejected--nobody gets published on their first

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-47280297954302906402007-08-23T21:06:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:23:07.864-05:00

We just arrived safe and sound at our nice little hotel "suite" for the first night of my first ever trip to Washington D.C. We had a lovely 4 hour drive from the ATL. Mostly sun. There was really hard rain for about 10 seconds once we got into North Carolina. I think we went under an angry skinny cloud. We had turkey and cheese sandwiches for dinner in the car and listened to Jamiroquai

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-48644879960786458442007-08-16T21:05:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:06:56.202-05:00

I know many people have an aversion to speaking in front of a crowd, but none more than writers, I think. The whole reason we write in the first place is because we express our deepest thoughts best through the written word. We ponder over each word, we bleed onto the page, the letters have our own DNA. Personally, I have a hard time finding the right word when I'm talking one-on-one to

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-38268206421161375562007-08-15T21:05:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:05:51.318-05:00

OK, so this is a little belated, but I realized I've never written about our famliy trip to Indy for the Formula 1 races. I don't recall ever being to an Indy car, Nascar, or any other kind of car race, and I'm pretty sure any time they were on TV I said Boring and changed the channel. Well, in June I got the opportunity to experience F1 racing with the only experts I know--my dad and brothers.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-4116599661431290432007-07-30T22:15:00.000-04:002007-11-26T22:41:00.621-05:00

Thanks to My Utmost for His Highest for prompting this...Biblical theophanies (appearances of God) usually swim in a motif of clouds and darkness. His glory is rarely clear and shining. The clouds are symbolic of our life's trials, disappointments, and hurts. God always brings His presence through those circumstances. Here's what bends my mind, though. It is often said God wants to teach us

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-87536453981623145532007-07-01T21:03:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:04:55.799-05:00

I love days like today. The sky is overcast but not dark, and a moist cool breeze is blowing through my open window. For another couple hours yet, the world will be mostly silent of human noise. The only sound now is the wind through pine needles and the songs of cardinals, mocking birds, and sparrows. The cats and I are laying sleepily by the open window. Andrew is at band practice, and I'm

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-9974885475982204242007-05-19T21:03:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:03:51.520-05:00

Ok, so I have to admit, I have a huge sentimental side. I got it from my Dad. We're the kind who cry over movies, commercials, Hallmark cards; and we're still aware of the fact that we're ridiculous. So Gilmore Girls, one of my favorite TV shows ever, just ended for good. We recorded the episode and watched it two days later at about 10:00 at night. Combine my sentimental nature with the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-2380442948164181962007-05-16T21:24:00.000-04:002007-11-26T22:05:29.526-05:00

Yesterday Jerry Falwell died. I never liked the guy for all the stupid things he said in public, but I learned an important lesson from him. If I can't extend grace to him, and instead slander him, I'm no better than what frustrated me so much about him. On the other hand, and this is not to excuse my attitude but to explain it, I read in the gospels that Jesus constantly held the religious

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07575546282102969690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284356979539071966.post-25875896630195360462007-04-28T20:55:00.000-04:002007-11-26T21:02:37.916-05:00

So, I was reading Exodus 20:21 (NLT): "As the people stood in the distance, Moses approached the dark cloud where God was." I felt electrified. It reminded me of the quote from C.S. Lewis. In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Lucy asks the Beavers about Aslan (the Lion). "Is he safe?" "Safe?" said Mr. Beaver... "Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the

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