November 10, 2006

  • why is it that i can never sleep the night before tests?

    oatmeal cream pies are my favorite bedtime snack.

    and i have a tattoo.

    i'm sitting here with copeland repeatingandrepeating the same song over and over.  looking at my lilly on top of my wooden vodka box with all my Bibles in it.  (no, i didn't drink the vodka.  it's just perfect-journal-size.)  and i think my plant has lost its will to live.  it has turned partially yellow and the tips of the leaves are droopy and brown...  whhhhhyyyyyyy...

    spent the day being absolutely unproductive except for cleaning my room and doing about a million loads of laundry.  ... not really it was only 6.  (we have the mini washer/dryer combo. i don't have that many clothes..)  i love college.  and this ghetto apartment... 

    melanie and i have decided not to cut the heat on until we cannot bear it.  ...so it's been heatless in the apt fo the last 2 weeks : : mostly spurred on by the outrageous power bill that surfaced last month... and it's WONDERFUL living on the top floor where the heat seeps in from the people below us... oh, if they only knew how much i love them and their heat when i'm shivering/dreading getting out of bed for my 8ams...   people in 201, I LOVE YOU.  i should take them some oatmeal pies...

    i was thinking today how fun it will be to get married and get a house with a yard.  maybe i'll plant flowers in front by the mailbox... i just hope they don't decide to die...   and i have determined during this stressful semester that i will always be a kid.  that i'll always laugh and be thankful out loud to Jesus in the car.  and occasionally sing k-ci and jojo at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down.   even when i'm 90 and i have long gray hair...

    i'm learning patience.       a g a i n .    i'm not sure if He ever stopped teaching me... 

    i     j ust know that (s)he    warms my heart
                   and knows what all my imperfections are... 

                                                             ...what do You have planned for me...     ?    
                                                                                                                                 ..{{ p a t i e n c e.,  jo }}

    I just read a letter from Ethiopia...
            "First of all, I would like to give thanks in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ for you're interested to help my son.  His name is Abate... 
    conclusion:::   i need to get stamps.

    things that have left me speechless this week:
                my patient... his aged fingers clasped around mine, whispering "I've never had friends like you..."  
                his weathered voice singing old hymns with me during his bedbath...   his tears...
                sharing the dirty, tender depths of my heart with someone new... and being called beautiful....
                being held...

    "You see, Joanna?  it isn't your heart for missions- it's Mine.  I put it in You.  I put it in him too.  be encouraged.   and  b o l d."
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Comments (7)

  • uhhhhhh. :) The above comment is weird. mosh pit God? LOL> what a joke.
    anyway, that's awesome.... and I'm really happy for you... The patient you
    described reminds me of my Uncle on his death bed. One sunday I showed
    up with yellow flowers in my hair and surprised him for a visit. He took one
    look at me, and started crying. I just laid there holding him until he stopped,
    and we talked about important things.... like life, death, and stuff that's actually
    meaningful. Gosh, sometimes I really miss him. But, he's in Heaven. :) He gave
    a cross to everyone who would come and go in and out of his room. What a
    sweet man.

  • Dude your posts rock my face off

    And yes we need to hang out

    That is all

  • so, i found you through the upstate swing myspace.

    and have just spent a good 20 minutes reading through your posts.

    your heart, your insight, your love for our Lord; they are inspiring to me. i cannot fully express what a blessing the Lord has bestowed upon me, just being able to hear from Him through your words.

    thank you.

    brittany

  • its amazing what god puts in our hearts isnt it... smile and dont be afraid, cuz its much bigger than all of us... and our fears...

    one love,
    jeff

  • yes i would love to get coffee.... call me :)

  • Jo any time you have any leftover real food, like the other night DO NOT hesitate to call me!  (Or even just to hang out.  Food does not need to be the reason )

  • Unfinished, Hi.. I'm a first time visitor to your site.. I actually came across ya' from a post you left with the Xanga administrator about a lowlife who was antagonizing you for your spiritual beliefs.. I hope that has been addressed.. you seem like a righteous lady.. and it's unfortunate that there is so much aggression toward Christians.. sometimes it's naked like that, and sometimes it's really subtle.. like the dismantling of practices as simple as wishing someone 'Merry Christmas' y'know.. anyways, peace.

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