9,573... give or take a few. That’s how many pop tabs I have sitting on a shelf in my room, all neatly organized in little tubs. I find them constantly; in the drawers of my dresser, in every bag I own, inside my shoes, even between my sheets. You might say I’m a little obsessed with those things, but no, I don’t have enough. ;) I have my little ‘minions’ who collect them for me. I see huge potential with each one of those tiny pieces of pressed metal. I make pop tab bracelets mainly, but have also made key chains, and belts before. I may experiment with headbands, earrings, necklaces, purses, and such soon. I love to take things most people would simply throw away, and make something incredible.
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In the following picture, I was accused of being a ‘guy’. Some people tell me I look just like my little brother (middle), but in this case, I believe it was the way my hair was done. It appears as though my hair is cut short.
I sit here on my bed after a long day. Fan blowing. Diet Pepsi. Unicorn PillowPet. It's quite relaxing actually. While the thought occurred to me, This could be the last time I sit here; This could be the last night I will fall asleep to the lulling sound of my fan. (Okay, that sounded a little weird.... but, I can't fall asleep without that sound. Winter is torture. No fan. No noise.) But, whether y'all know or not, I'm dying.
I recently received this letter in the mail from one of my friends’ parents. I LOVED it! Read on......
I lay here on my bed, thinking. I spent all but a few hours last night, and the nights before, tossing and turning myself into everywhere but sleep. I hate those nights, those nights when insomnia attacks with all it’s force. Tonight, I am beyond tired, but I can already tell I probably won’t be sleeping much again. I’ve already spent some time with the Lord, and then read chapters out of three other books. 0.o Now, I’m here as I type. Nearly empty page as the cursor continues to blink at me.
Okay, here’s what’s on my heart. Sitting in my room is a small box overflowing with colorful envelopes containing hand-written letters. Each were written with one specific person, and purpose, in mind. That person, I have yet to even meet. About two-ish years ago, I read the testimony a young woman had posted to her blog about her journey to marriage. It was a beautifully written story. Throughout her relationships, though she made some mistakes, she was determined to keep herself for her future husband. In so doing, she started writing letters to him.
This song was a song sang by three girls during the music competitions at my Camp this year. It’s one of those songs that made your jaw drop. No one was expecting these lyrics to come out of their mouth. It is an extremely fun song, yet, at that moment, I fought tears.
1 Kings 19 is a great chapter. It is one of those passages that every time I read it, it teaches me something. I learn something new every time. The Lord never ceases to teach me something through it.
In the chapter before, we find Elijah on Mount Carmel (mmmm... Carmel). We see the four hundred and fifty prophets of Baal with their altar and sacrifice, crying out to their gods. They cried, and yelled, called, jumped on the altar, and cut themselves, begging their gods from morning to afternoon. And, of course, nothing happened. But, nearby stood Elijah. |
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