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Name: Tiffany
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Gender: Female
Interests: gardening, cooking, cleaning, baking, watching old women, reading, writing, laughing, crying, twirling, hoola-hooping, fire places, England, Hungary, traveling, Czech Republic, languages, bread, food, music, fingerpainting, playing with the youth of theworld, playgrounds, my friends, balloon art, ceramics and pottery, jewelry making, sewing, the park, canoeing, cows
Expertise: babysitting crazy old women, balloon sculpting
Occupation: Nanny Watcher. Unemployed. Bec
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Member Since:
6/23/2005
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| I saw Emilee Grace off on the bus today for her very first day of kindergarten. Of course, she's been going to school since she was born so this isn't as exciting as it would be- but it is her first day on the bus. I took pics and texted them to my mom. I blew kisses to Jeremiah as his friends picked him up for his first day of his Senior Year. I'm probably going to get punched when he gets home (but it was worth it...)
Today my goals are to clean my house (thank goodness the kids are finally back to school, maybe I'll have some sanity around here- oh wait, I live with a demented 79 year old!), read Huck Finn, bake cookies, make a budget, and go to church tonight- we'll see how far I get on all of this.
My friends are amazing. My God is amazing. He knows what is best for me and for that I am thankful.
“For the mountains may depart
and the hills be removed,
but my steadfast love shall not depart from you,
and my covenant of peace shall not be removed,”
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.
Isaiah 54:10
"[[A Psalm.]] O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory." Psalm 98:1
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Dear Abby,
I live with my 79 year old grandmother. She has dementia. Things have been okay so far, except for one reoccurring problem. You see, we share a bathroom and on multiple occasions I've gone to brush my teeth and she has used my toothbrush. The thing is- I am already hiding my toothbrush in a drawer and have given her like three other toothbrushes to use in the toothbrush holder, but she insists on going through my drawer and finding MY toothbrush. Sometimes it's my own stupidity, leaving it on the counter and such. One time she even used my poor unsuspecting friend's toothbrush when she stayed the night!
The end all was recently though, when I decided I'd purchase an entire pack of toothbrushes so that I would have extras in case she found one of them she would never use all three. But the other morning I went to brush and I discovered that not only had she used MY toothbrush that was hidden in the drawer, but she had also taken all of THE BRAND NEW TOOTHBRUSHES and thrown them into the trash can- and not just any trashcan, but the one containing her stinky wet used DEPENDS!!!! I honestly walked around flabbergasted for about an hour.
Abby, I need you help! what should I do,
signed,
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| I shared with some friends today my dream from last night. I've had very few dreams in my life that have "changed" me (other than the nightmare I had about the bloody hair lady who traumatized my childhood), but this will be one most certainly will live with me for awhile.
So first, perhaps, I should describe this dream and then tell you what I have learned that is so dear from it:
It takes place in the camp of the armies of Israel (I've been in the Old Testament in my Bible studying, all right?)- so basically all I see for miles are tents and tents. In my dream, I am a new bride
and, for real, I cannot describe how amazing it felt in this dream to just literally be so in love with my husband, so united, and so one. I have never had such a realistic feeling dream in my life. This wasn't some "God revealing me my husband" or that I'll ever in have one kind of dream because I didn't even know who the person who was my "husband" was in my dream. But everything was just so insanely pure (I mean- this wasn't some wierd honeymoon dream or anything) and perfect and...right. Then, all of a sudden I cannot find my hus
band anywhere. It seems some enemy army had taken him or he'd been lost somewhere in battle. And I was looking all throughout the camp in searching the tents for him and asking the guards. I was so cripplingly brokenhearted in my dream as I sought my love. I can still feel the heaving of my chest and desperate cries from my tent and how sorrowful I was that my love was missing. Then when I found my husband there was such insane j
oy in my heart and I can
still see and feel the fingers interlocking with his. And then...
I woke up.
And when I woke up this morning I wasn't sad. The story of my life is waking up from good dreams and being depressed they weren't real. But, I mean, there's a part of me that is sad that there really isn't that special physical someone right now who really would be by my side, but when I woke up this morning, I was just so thankful for that dream.
Because I realized what it meant to Long for my Love.
I'd read those verses from Songs of Solomon so often this Fall and they'd meant so much to me, but now I love them even more.
By night upon my bed, I sought Him whom my soul loveth
I sought Him, but I found Him not
I will rise now, and go about the city
in the streets, and in the broad ways
and I will seek Him whom my soul loveth
I sought Him, but I found Him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me,
to whom I said, Saw ye Him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little time I passed from them
I found Him whom my soul loveth;
I held Him and I would not let Him go,
until I had brought Him into my mother's chamber,
and into the chamber
of her that concieved me.
I charge ye O daughter of Jerusalem,
by the roe, and by the hind's feet,
that ye stir not up, nor awaken love
til He please.
Songs of Solomon 3:1-5
I have never been in a relationship. So I've really never had anything to compare that part of my relationship with God to. I mean, wow, Husbands and Wives are allowed into an amazing aspect of a relationship with God that I had never been able to see for. Marriage is just such a beautiful picture- that relationship is such a beautiful picture- or our r
elationship to God as the Bride.
I had never understood how to "long" for God in that way, what it meant to be "a longing bride to be" and what it meant to "wait for" Him in that way.
What a new way to see Jesus, what a way the Lord awoke my
love again for Him.
And also, that dream was such an encouragement to me. The World has scarred my view of marriage, of dating, or relationships- it fowled the pureness, the rightness, to beauty that God had intended- and the way He intended me to view it. But lately the Lord has been placing just examples of encouraging godly relationships in my path for me to see it how He intended. I guess cynicism somehow had
crept into my picture as I have watched my share of friends fall into soiled relationships and I will confess it's been a discouragement. I'm not naive- marriage isn't rose beds and holding hands all the time, but it's also not what the World constantly shoves in my face that it is. And God gave me that desire back- because I just haven't had it in so long. I know it is good to be content in my singleness because God total
ly one hundred percent has me there for this season, but I don't want to harden my heart to relationships/marriage, or to view it as something discouraging and wrong. Marriage is something God created and it is a good desire- and I do hope and pray that one day God will allow me to have that person who completes me, and also that I will be able to more understand who God is and what it means to love and be loved by Him through that beautiful picture He allows us to participate in
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| i've honestly had the wierdest dreams lately- last night was too intense though because i was crawling through my neighbor (who doesn't exist?!)'s garden and she got mad and then i was sorry but then i went to laura and george's wedding (even though they got married like 12 yeras ago) and crawled through her garden again but then she and some other lady were crawling behind me and all the eggplant and stuff got ruined and i was crying i felt sooo bad and i went home-but i finally was able to wake myself up realizing it was a dream- but i was literally soooo upset. the wierdest part is there was like five other parts before this about going to kid's club at coatesville and the kid's watching the Passion and then something about surfing (oh man...I wanted to go surfing sooo bad) and staying in some retreat cabins (I guess it was surf camp because I think Petie was there) and kid's left all thier stuff...but I think my brother Jesse was there...it was too wierd and long- I can't believe I even have the energy to wake up after these dreams! | | |
| I think everyone should start celebrating the new year on thier birthdays- because then when you make your yearly goals you probably will be more inclined to keep them since when you make a new years goal you are obviously going to break it my first goal is to stop getting zits um...my next goal...shower more often and also to drink more coffee and to exercise and also to figure out how to wake up and not be in the middle of REM- honestly...I feel like I'm on drugs or something when I wake up and am all like REM Also...i'm going to be a good student and never drop a class again...ha! Well, I had there were definitely extremes to the kind of gifts I got for my birthday the first extreme was a mug that said "Reading is Sexy" (from Brianna) accompanied by a "I love Gilmore Girl's" Pencil...pretty sweet The other extreme was a book and journal from Robbie P Then I got a recipe book and dish towels April got me a tablecloth and table runner Also, my mother purchased Wii Fit for me (now I'm going to have awesome balance and abs of steel) oh...and Penelope from my sister Emilee...we like that movie a lot All right I need to go to bed- wow...i remember this time last night thinking...I'll be twenty in fifteen minutes wierd | | |
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