I was proud of my Christmas present wrapping job. This was a coffee mug for my sister.
She wasn’t able to guess that from looking at it. That’s when you know you’ve been successful.
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I was proud of my Christmas present wrapping job. This was a coffee mug for my sister.
She wasn’t able to guess that from looking at it. That’s when you know you’ve been successful.
Asked by kawaii--cupcakes
I agree 100%. I’m sure we could find people to do it with us. We’ll have to get a plan concocted when we get back to school. I’m sure Lindsay will want to.
So we’ve already got a team of 3 for next year. May we can multiply that number by at least 10 before next December.
My grandmother died of cancer 2 Aprils ago. She fought hard for 10 years and didn’t even die of cancer…the chemotherapy and radiation killed her.
Her cancer continued to reappear in different parts of her body.
She had cancer that you would typically amputate a limb for in her neck, but it miraculously disappeared through treatment.
Doctors study the video of the removal of the growth that was wrapped around her spine that was successfully removed without paralyzing her.
God worked miracles through her illness, and I hope that through her struggle with cancer, the doctors are able to gain more knowledge on how to treat others.
If I could sing, I would find others who could too and do this. My modified idea would be to have instrumentalists invading them from behind the fast food counters.
The best dating advice I ever received was from a priest on a retreat. I asked him how I should get ready for a dating relationship, and he told me, “Run… just run… run towards Christ and live for Him, don’t look in any other direction, and when the time is right and you feel strong and whole, glance to the side and see who is running next to you.”
Exactly what I’m trying to do.
There is no reason for You to accept me. Every decision I make and every response I have to life’s struggles and pleasure does not benefit You in any way. You will be glorified no matter if it’s from me or not. Whether I choose to glorify and honor You by the way I live or not. The fact that You chose to accept me is something I will never fully appreciate or understand.
I slap Your face constantly by the way I act, the things I choose to listen to, the things I allow myself to see and watch, but then attempt to kiss it a few minutes later.
I ignore the prodding You give me when I’m placed in situations and am in environments that would compromise what I claim to believe about you.
I give in to what my flesh desires.
I respond in ways I shouldn’t respond.
I think thoughts that are the antonym of Yours.
Yet You choose to still love me and don’t give up on me.
My love for You will never come close to Your love for me, yet You still want it.
I mar the image of the beautiful woman You want me to be, and disfigure it by chasing after things that dishonor You that seem beautiful or by remaining complacent as an ordinary Plain Jane.
I take advantage of Your Love and Mercy.
I act as a prostitute by the things I exalt.
Why You chose me as Your daughter, I may never understand. I am unworthy to be used by You. You want to transform what I have mutilated into exquisite beauty. But I have to put the knife down that I have been using to remove the flaws I see. When I do, You will alter those flaws into marks of beauty. My scars will fade into remembrances of the imperfections You fixed.
The before and after picture of my surrender and confession can give You glory.
If I can use my mess to bring You glory through surrender, I’m doing it.
Please strengthen and give me wisdom to do so.
Amen.
