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Name: Jessica
Metro: Louisville
Birthday: 6/24/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Knowing the Lord more intimately everyday, Singing, Dancing (preferably in torrential downpour), capturing pretty pictures, coffee, Writing, Reading, *Missions*, watching the sky, my quirky family, music, making Jesus eternally precious to anyone I encounter,learning Spanish, driving at night, going to shows, crying at movies, laughing at myself....
Expertise: Defining the word abnormal, and daily proving through my odd random psycho personality that normalcy exists only in the minds of those afraid to exercise their right to individuality and are kept in captivity of their unoriginal conformity. Making grammatical error.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
1/22/2005
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| You're only as cool as your blog these days.... I suck at life.
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| It's saddening to come to the realization that every day we turn our lives into auctions. Our value becomes determinant on the worth that people, success, rewards, or any number of things seem to ascribe. Like the prostitute, we are demeaned and degraded by the low price that makes us believe we are only worth as much as one would pay for us. Why do we devalue ourselves in this way? There is not even a question of a "highest bidder", because as we know and need to be reminded, we are bought with a price that is inestimable. Counterfeits charm us. We seek to barter something so precious for something of no value. In the process, we seem to gloss over the degree of the cost that Christ paid for us. I am not my own. Redemption was wrought and my ransom has been paid. And yet I am so quick to sell myself for virtually nothing. I must constantly remind myself that I was bought with a price. How can I tarry in a barter system any longer? There is no better exchange to be made. Nothing of greater worth. Jesus paid it all, and He so freely gave Himself. Think about that the next time you think to give of yourself to anyone but Him...I am not my own, and of that fact I am eternally grateful.
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| Driving through town on this gorgeous day, I watched the unchanging expressions of countless faces of other drivers who passed me by. My heart grew heavy as I realized that the rotting corpses and skeletons of people beside me were driving in their own funeral processions. Yet how will they know they can live when they are unaware they are even dead?
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| Never have I laid eyes on something so astoundingly beautiful as all the sights of my road trip this weekend. Passing through Ohio, with a backdrop of freshly fallen snow offset by the blackest, deadest trees, my eyes were drawn to and affixed on the scenery as opposed to carefully watching the road. I noticed how the black stood in stark contrast to the purest shade of white. How winter had taken its toll and stripped the land of the vivacious colors that are present in other seasons. How the trees barren of leaves and cased in ice screamed of an abandonment by all that seems to give them life. Yet it was this that stirred in me a realization of how lively this landscape truly was. It's saddening how seldom we marvel at God's creation, and how we lose a sense of awe of it. Still, a much greater tragedy is when the truth of Christ's sacrifice and the extent to which He loves us becomes ordinary, and no longer excites and impassions us. Maybe if we would take the time to contemplate where we were before Christ, reminding ourselves of our spiritual deadness.... And we would think on how severely we marred the image of God, and were stained and tarnished by our sins.... Or if only we could see now how we are made alive in Christ and how we have the promise of being made white as snow... I want that reality to awaken and captivate me as much as the beauty of this weekend did. We can't allow the gospel to become commonplace. A good preventative measure for that is helping others come to realize their deadness and dire need for salvation--that will heighten your delight in the gospel. We cannot "meander in the maze of mediocrity" any longer, because the work of winning souls calls for us to greatly exceed a mediocre faith. Will I forget this all tomorrow? I surely hope not.
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| There’s a darkness in my skin
My cover’s wearing thin, I believe
I’d love to start again, go back to innocent
And never leave
Don’t give up now
A break in the clouds
We could be found
There’s nothing wrong with me
It’s just that I believe things could get better
And there’s nothing wrong with love
I think it’s just enough to believe
Rescue is coming
Rescue is coming
Rescue is coming
Rescue is coming
And there’s nothing wrong with you
And nothing left to do
But believe something bigger
And there’s nothing wrong with love
I know it’s just enough to believe
Don’t give up now
A break in the clouds
We will be found
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