Posted by: I've been given a lot | September 27, 2007

Miracle: God Healed Me!

For the last four days I’ve been sick.  I’ve missed three days of class.  But on the evening of September 26, 2007 I went to the healing service at my church.  I went up for prayer, and as I was prayed over, I prayed inside as well, remembering the verse “But ask in faith, never doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind; for the doubter, being double minded and unstable in everyway, must not expect to recieve anything from the Lord” James 1:6-8

And I believed.  And when I went back to the pew I took a deep breath, and lo!  It did not hurt!  I could breathe! For the disease I had was respitory.

I am still stuffed up, but the source of the illness has fled me.  I am well, just snuffly. 

Praise be to God!  Praise be to God!  Praise be to God!

Posted by: I've been given a lot | September 12, 2007

My Busy body

This entry is probably going to be boring. I don’t have the energy to make it lively and inspired.

Yesterday: I woke up in time to get dressed and get ready for my 8:30 class.  When I left the room I had everything with me I needed for my day until 6pm.  I think it was probably sixty or seventy pounds.

My legs are killing me.

I had three classes, and therefore the books and notebooks for each of those.  I had work, during which I get most of my studying done so I had books for other classes.  I had a change of clothes.  I had my purse.

The night before I’d barely slept, so I started out my day with an energy drink.

At six I was finally able to drop off my stuff in my room, keeping only my purse with me.

Then I went to dinner and a worship service, where we of course talked about 9/11/01 since this was 9/11/07.

Am I horrible person because my mind kept jumping to other things? 

A little before eight thirty I came home and crawled in bed.  I had to crawl out once to answer the phone.

Still, I was probably asleep by nine pm.  Which is ridiculously early for a twenty one year old college student.

I woke up this morning at six thirty but didn’t get out of bed until 9 to get to my 9:30 class.  I ache all over today. 

I think our lives are far too busy. 

This is probably the most uninteresting blog ever.  But I’m tired and it’s hard to think. I have to leave for class in less than twenty minutes, then I’ve got to go to work.  Then I half an hour before I have to meet a ride to go to church, and then a group of us are going out bowling.  Then I’m supposed to meet another group at 9pm, but I’m not sure I’m up for that.  In the morning I’m meeting my mother at 8:45 (my 8:30 class is blessedly cancelled).  I have a job interview tomorrow as well, so I have to make sure I do laundry.

Oh, now I remember. I have to send a friend of mine my schedule.  She doesn’t go to my college.  She’s also 21.  I’ve known her since she was nine.  She’s going for a biopsy on September 25th.  Possibly ovarian cancer.  I should send that email before class.

Posted by: I've been given a lot | September 10, 2007

Pondering the Pomegranates

Why is God so fond of Pomegranates?

Read Exodus 24 and 1 Kings 7.  There are more mentions though.  I recommend going to or another bible search site and typing in “pomegranates”.

It’s intriguing to me.

Posted by: I've been given a lot | September 10, 2007

Remembering the Sabbath

Tonight at dinner I had a long talk with a friend about the Sabbath.  What is it’s important? What should be emphasized about it?  Which day of the week is it?  What does “work” mean? 

It was interesting.  Read More…

Posted by: I've been given a lot | September 9, 2007

Presumption or truth?

I am aware that calling my blog “the interesting life” is a bit presumptuous.  So I am going to do a brief, approximately three hundred-something word summary of my life.  If it doesn’t seem interesting, I suppose I was presumptuous, and I am sorry:

I was born. I am the middle of three daughters. Our home burned down. We moved in with my grandparents in a historic district where celebraties were our neighbors. Later, my immediate family moved to a different region of the USA where I became a social pariah. My mom got cancer. She survived. I was called by God. I lived inside my own head. I became depressed when I lost my fantasy world, was injured, September 11th happened, my grandmother had a stroke and died, I got pneumonia, was betrayed by my high school’s administration, fell in love for the first time and was dumped all in six months or so. I lashed out at God, became suicidal (but never attempted) and failed classes. I survived. I dove into online dating with older men, and got engaged (and then broke up) at sixteen. I got a full scholarship to college. I did immoral things freshman year. My cousin was killed by a collapsing cliff. I reconnected with God and became a new creature. I got engaged on a first date. I was called again, this time more specifically. I was dumped by the fiancé. I dove into God’s work. I got engaged again, this time it has stuck… but my fiancé was captured by the Taliban. He survived. My cousin was murdered. And currently I am a twenty one year old college senior. I have had four roommates, and six different rooms. I am one of the most involved students on campus. My GPA is so/so. In May I will get my degree; I still have no idea what I plan to do after graduation. Someday I am going to marry my fiance and move with him to England, if he survives his job. I can’t tell you what he does… most especially because I don’t know exactly. However, it’s exceedingly dangerous and got him captured by the Taliban. I’ve not heard from him since May. 

 That is a tiny, tiny taste of my life

Posted by: I've been given a lot | September 9, 2007

The times are changing…

Just a quick note to tell you that “Presumption or truth?” was written first, then “Remembering the Sabbath”, and then this one.  They were all written on Septemeber ninth, but the time was off.  And even though I should have fixed it for all future posts, I can’t seem to correct them.  So I did NOT write “Remembering the Sabbath” tomorrow, or write this one prior to those.