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Name: Rebekah
Interests: Be with Jesus, write, dance, see the world, play the piano, bake, hold babies, drink coffee, brush my teeth, soak up the sun, go barefoot, have wet hair, play football, watch fireworks, drive, skip, go on hay rides, dream...
Expertise: Procrastinating
Occupation: Student
Email: email me
Member Since:
11/20/2004
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| I've always enjoyed Christmas, but this year has been different. For the past few years, I've been one of the many who got out of my warm bed around 3 o'clock in the morning on the day after Thanksgiving. Hannah and I always wrestled the traffic and crowds and shopped 'til we dropped. It was just a part of everything that made this time of year fun and exciting. I enjoyed baking and Christmas parties and family and traditions, too.
I had a rough first semester of college. I couldn't wait to come h o m e for Christmas. I didn't have money to buy presents. I didn't feel like shopping the day after Thanksgiving, or any other day for that matter. I didn't go see the Nutcracker ballet, I didn't even go to church for a Christmas service. I did paint my nails red and help my mom bake dozens of cookies. I made my boyfriend a stocking and decorated it with glitter paint. Christmas has been different this year. It has been quiet. It has been beautiful. It has been about my family and peace and joy and the truth of Jesus' birth. I has been refreshing.
"I believe in a cross;
I believe He came for one, He came for all.
Heaven's Child became a man;
Gave His life for me in spite of all i am."
This is why I am so thankful today. This is why I celebrate. This is why I love Christmas. | | |
| He has promised good to me.
I know there'll be days when this life brings me pain. But if this is what it takes to praise you, Jesus... | | |
| Mono makes you feel like poop. | | |
| Here I sit, in need of about three solid days of sleep but updating my xanga instead. I am ill. My roomie has me drinking some hot lemon-y water. We don't have any honey or whiskey or whatever it is that's supposed to make my throat feel better. I have a fever. I am homesick. I am stressed. This transition into college is a little tougher than I anticipated, but I know that I will be fine and good things will come of the struggles I am going through now.
Yesterday after my amazing suite-mate and I made three trips down the stairs and to our cars to move back in after the long weekend, the first thing I did was write these words on a piece of paper and tape them above my bed:
"Love is patient. Love is kind. It doesn't envy. It doesn't boast. Love is not proud. It is not rude. Love never seeks its own. It is not easily provoked. Love thinks no evil. It doesn't rejoice in iniquity, but in the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things. Love always hopes. Love endures all things.
Love never fails."
I need to realize that I am loved like that. Perfectly. And I want to spend my life loving like that. But I feel so incapable, so small and human.
"The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my faith secures
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures."
I am holding on to that. | | |
| This is my last weekend at work. Thursday I'll be at the airport to pick up my most favorite person. (YAY!) And then six days later I'll be moving to college. My life is changing, and my heart is thrilled. But mostly I'm just scared... | | |
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