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Name: Mmmaaaariel
Interests: light, becoming the music, seeing the world, people, Irish dancing, orange august skies, sunlit eyes, the view of the sky from our hill, writing, theatre, performing, nostalgia, adventures, piano, wishing, words, somedays, if onlys, trying to change, perseverance, The Light in the Piazza, my lamb Jesus, hammock chairs, fall days, metaphors, moments, Mr Rochester, goals, psychology, epiphanies, clogging, acoustic guitar, giving human beings understanding through art, songs that make me feel empyreal to the point of absurdity(?) keychains that have my name on them? belting at three AM in the basement, the meadowlark, the frozen fountains at ShoCo, practice room-ing, snowglobes, living life at Shorter, Hiding out from Coosa-ians, rummaging through the panera crowd, telling the story of tinkerbell and the evil silver swan, worshipping my love in spirit and truth, loving You, hating trig...
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Member Since:
1/15/2006
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This weekend…no, this week… has really been a blessing.
This morning I woke up. My heart started singing a song… and the Lord was singing over me…
Stop striving
Stop trying
to earn my love
Stop fighting
stop trying
to win my love
There’s nothing you can do
my child
Quiet all my beating heart
Quiet all my anxious thoughts
Be still.
Doesn’t matter what they say or do
Doesn’t matter what they do or think
You’re mine
Stop striving
Stop trying
to earn my love
Stop fighting
stop trying
to win my love
There’s nothing you can do
my child
I’m already yours.
This morning, I was getting ready in the bathroom. I heard the doorbell ring, and my friend ran to the door to greet her father. He was walking, he was talking, he came providing…(brought food). and just a few months ago he was completely confined to his bed. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t walk. He couldn’t talk. And here he was. Doing all of those things that we were meant to do. The Lord had healed him. and I was hit with this overwhelming sense of peace. I felt the arms of God wrap around me. He said it’s all in His control, He’s got it all planned out. Ask me, my child, and it will be done for you. I love that you trust me. I love that you know that I can. and i thought, just for a split second, maybe I’m crazy. Maybe He didn’t say any of these things… and I started to doubt… and I opened my bible directly to
Proverbs 3:5
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.
I can tell you about this married couple playing with the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen…
and about how my heart ached…. and I wanted it so badly… and the Lord told me to change my perception… to look at it with new eyes… and see a plan for joy in my own life.
I can tell you about how I had a dream that this guy texted me with the proverbs 4:23 Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.
and about how I feel like it was not just any dream.
I can tell you about how I felt so much joy on the way home from work on Friday… for no particular reason, just life. Joy like a child. and I’ve never known what that was. Not til recently. How asleep my heart has been. Until now.
I could tell you about the awesome time I had on Friday night… about how this guy stood up and said three things… and this one girl needed three things… and how you just can’t stand still when that happens.
Riddles, riddles.
I could also tell you about how I’m really learning how to sing! Like, I mean, with my heart and my mind and my ears at the same time. oh, and my voice.
and about how I’ve never experienced so much love and family at a church until today. How three grown men and two little girls got up and signed to the praise. and how the love was overflowing into the week, not just the day.
These are just honest thoughts. | | |
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Desperate cry for help. A warning call. Don’t be led to much by the misunderstanding of your heart. But then how do you get down to the heart of your desires? Foolishness is right. I am the fool.
“Are you marriiiiiedd???” little foolish girl at camp
“What?” me, angry
“Are you marrrrrrriiiiiiiieddd???” little foolish girl(s) at camp
“HHAHAHAHA. I WISH!” Me
“Are you engaged?!?!” little foolish girls
“……….no….no, no I’m not.” Me
Thanks, children. Thanks for reminding me. | | |
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It keeps moving and sweeps the world up in it’s motion
Fear keeps me clinging to the railing
Keeps my eyes shut tight
It carries sounds from distant places murmuring of better sounds familiar faces
Bringing with it a brilliant light
A tornado of delight
It sweeps you up But you are safe inside | | |
| Eternity in my heart
But i cannot fathom it
King preist ambassador
Invisible crown.
So many words,
But who would listen?
This is my way of reaching back.
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| What if I told you a true story? Not the lies the media makes up. A true story about the day i literally saw the light and electricity went through the soles of my feet? And i lived to tell the tale? And I heard a choir of angels singing? What if i told you there's so much more? So much, it'd take hours.
"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly." john 10:10
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