tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120448272011-09-01T15:01:39.830+01:00Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11669498682673428378noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12044827.post-85245554688523586972006-12-02T02:58:00.000Z2006-12-02T03:09:48.746Z

I'll tell you flat out it hurts so much to think of this so from my thoughts I will exclude this very thing that I hate more than everything is the way I'm powerless to dictate my own moods I've thrown away so many things that could've been much more and I just pray my problems go away if they're ignored but that's not the way it works no that's not the way it works I've thrown away the hope I

Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11669498682673428378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12044827.post-1145297897168173592006-04-17T19:14:00.000+01:002006-04-17T19:18:17.190+01:00

How do you balance living with an eternal purpose and living each day as if it was your last?What if tomorrow never comes? I have long-term dreams, but I don't want to miss today...for daydreams. If tomorrow never comes, I want to know that I'm living each day to the fullest.Selah,Nanette

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Check this out. It's Bono's speech from the 2006 Presidential Prayer Breakfast. It's incredibly challenging...."If you’re wondering what I’m doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I’m certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It’s certainly not because I’m a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I’m here because I’ve got a messianic

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"The hardest thing in life is learning which bridge to cross and which bridge to burn."

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Is this the New Year or just another night?Is this the new fear or just another fright?Is this the new tear or just another desperation?Is this the finger or just another fist?Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?A misdirection, most in all this desperationIs this what they call freedom?Is this what you call pain?Is this what they call discontented fame?It'll be a day like this oneWhen the

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Have you ever noticed how it seems like we live from event to event? As I look at my calendar, I see key dates--dates on which I have imporant appointments. But as soon as that committment has been filled, I mark it off and begin to anticipate the next.Is that all this is?My question is this: what happens in the meantime? If I'm missing today for daydreams, then what happens today? What is

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"When I left [school] my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend...I wonder how the road beyond it goes."--Anne of Green Gables Sometimes I feel like we graph our lives

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When you feel like the days just drone on and on and on and you feel like the nights are quickly gone and on the inside your heart is gaping wide and on the inside you feel like no one's on your side well, I am When you thought you could rest, but you found out you were wrong And there's another need another battle another one more thing that comes along and on the inside you hear the fall but

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everything seems so familiar...yeah. i've been here before.

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I’ve got 45 min left in my Legal Analysis, Research and Writing class, and I’m not sure I’m going to make it.Humans, as meticulously created beings, today, seem to have extremely low attention spans. Why is that? The most developed of all creatures—able to communicate in ways which others cannot, but still we get bored with such exchanges.I chose to come to law school. I am here because I am

Nanettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11669498682673428378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12044827.post-1137270530259060552006-01-14T20:05:00.000Z2006-01-14T20:28:50.326Z

...who's the fairest of them all?As my dissertation comes to a close (thankfully), I am constantly reminded of just how important definitions are. International institutions, as well as local ones, are governed by their charters--or the equivalent. Those ruling documents are the result of much debate and compromise. The words have been carefully chosen and have been selected deliberately.

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This is what the world wants from our rhetoric, what the man of God longs for in shepherds--daring enough to be different, humble enough to make mistakes, wild enough to be burnt in the fire of love, real enough to make others see how phony we are. --Brennan Manning Those are great goals.daring.humble.wild.real.The key is to have the perfect balance of the 4.Selah,Nanette

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"Throughout History it has been the inaction of those who could have acted, the indifference of those who should have known better, [and] the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most, that has made it possible for evil to triumph." --His Late Majesty Haile Selassie of Rwanda This couldn't be any more true. What will it take to motivate action? What is necessary to eliminate

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I'm sorry.I haven't posted in AGES, but I guess I haven't had much time to feel very inspirational lately. I survived my first semester of law school (or at least I can hope...there may be an adjustment after I receive my grades...) and met a lot of genuinely amazing people. I feel like I've been a bad friend since I moved--across the board. No exclusions. Sure, I moved, and I can honestly say I

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Check this out...analysis to come later. It's still sinking in--my brain is a little hard to penetrate these days.Maybe I've been the problem Maybe I'm the one to blame But even when I turn it off and blame myself The outcome feels the same I've been thinking maybe I've been partly cloudy Maybe I'm the chance of rain And maybe I'm overcast And maybe all my luck's washed down the drain I've been

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Depravity.Sometimes I feel so consumed in what's going on here--in my little life. Often I find myself surrounded by tasks, large and small, and it's as if I can feel them sucking the energy out of my veins. But lately, even the arguably large tasks seem to be losing their priority status in my life. As law school reading picks up and assignments come due, my dissertation continues to slip

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Kansas--I'm here.So, I've got a bit of a dilemma. It seems that part of the blog world has become a place of "look at me and my thoughts" implying that in some way or another they are superior to someone else's. In the blog world, we can create a "reality" in which we present ourselves as we want the world to see us. We can carefully construct our thoughts through eloquent words, all the while

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Do you ever think that life is circular? Let me explain. Have you ever felt that odd feeling of deja vu? Circular motion?Lately it seems that I'm perpetually in motion. I moved home from UIS. I moved to England and back (a couple of times). I unofficially moved up to Naperville at the beginning of the summer. And now it's time to pack up...again.Moving.It seems like I should be a pro at this by

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Sometimes it seems like I miss so many of God's "fingerprints" because I'm so caught up in doing my own thing. As much as I try to focus on God and His work around me, sometimes I feel like I am oblivious. *sigh* I've said before that it's not that God only speaks when I'm sleeping, but that maybe that's one of the rare times that I'm quiet enough to listen.At church we've been going through

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"...and everything, you hold in your hand, but still you make time for me. I can't understand."--Chris Tomlin's "Unfailing Love"Wow. I can't put it any better than that. The whole "making time" ordeal was hard enough to wrap my head around, but now this? He makes time for me? He who holds the whole world in his hands makes time for me. I can't understand...Selah,Nanette

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Ok, well I know my posting has been sporadic this summer, and I apologize for that. But my lack of entries is not due to a lack of interest in writing. In fact, I have continued to journal my thoughts and observations...I have just forgotten to post them all!As I read back over the pages I've written, I am reminded of the emotions I was feeling at those times. I'll post one of them below.

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I know that He's all that I need...I just need Him to be all that I want.Selah,Nanette

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But this light that shines on me, shines on you. And makes everything, beautiful...again.""Stars" by David Crowder Band*sigh* So this is it. I have a million things I should be doing right now, including finishing up some coursework and of course the inevitable--packing--but instead, here I sit, writing. What is this world coming to? ;)But honestly, it is kind of strange to think that I'll be

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I'm falling out of grace with the worldThey say I've lost my Midas touchwhat turned to gold now turns to rustI'm falling out of line with all the starsThat flood my dreams with their guitars and magazinesFace down this carpet tastes like coffee grounds ground into my face nowAnd every angle's covered with just another...I'm falling out of style with the current way things areThe things that make

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So, I've been tagged by Gretchen with these fun questions. Enjoy!1. Number of Books I OwnWow, this isn't really a fair question because I am in England and have NO WAY to count. Uhhhh....45?2. Last Book(s) I BoughtOk, well I *technically* bought a couple at the same time.Grace in the First Person: Growing into Life and Faith -- by Lee Pearson KnappGirl Time: A Celebration of Chick Flicks, Bad

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I was watching Treasure Planet--a cartoon/anime take on Treasure Island--last night. As I was sitting there I started thinking about what I wrote yesterday. Making time."The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being." Matthew 6:21 (Message)Selah,Nanette

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It's all about making time. Making time. The phrase in itself seems impossible. Who am I to "make" time? I can't even handle using my time correctly, let alone create time.Have you ever found yourself talking about something, a certain subject, continuously? It's just one of those issues that no matter who you are hanging out with or their level of interest you cannot avoid. It's something that

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...but the crew says we should be ready for take off in just a few moments. We appreciate your patience.Well, we did have a bit of a snafu with the blog. Everytime I logged in it would tell me that I didn't have an active blog. But, no worries, the kinks have been worked out (obviously) and I look forward to posting again...later.For now, I'm off to the lie-berry...yeah, on a Saturday, I know.

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(¨`·.·´¨) `·. ¸ .JESUS Sometimes we're so close to the painting that we can't see what it's supposed to be. We can't see the beauty that is taking form. We don't realize that each day a new set of dots is being added. Perhaps a few new strokes are placed on our canvas. Of course, often they seem completely randomly placed to us. But what we need to remember is that the painting isn't for our

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I know this entry is long, but it's amazing text from Romans 8. Just stick with it! Let it speak to you.Romans 8 (The Message)15This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It's adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike "What's next, Papa?" 16God's Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who he is, and we know who we are:

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This song speaks volumes. "everything" by lifehousefind me herespeak to mei want to feel youi need to hear youyou are the lightthat is leading meto the place wherei find peace againyou are the strengththat keeps me walkingyou are the hopethat keeps me trustingyou are the life to my soulyou are my purposeyou are everythingand how can istand here with youand not be moved by youwould you tell mehow

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You Are 30% Normal(Occasionally Normal)You sure do march to your own beat...But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at allYou think on a totally different wavelengthAnd it's often a chore to get people to understand youHow Normal Are You?

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What's it gonna take for you to live for the ONE that died for you?I think it is as clear as that. Sometimes God speaks to me with such simplicity.Passion. Adventure. Empathy. Heartbeat. Content. Love. Truth. Word. Simple. ONE.Think about this:It used to be darknessBut I choose lightI've lived my life in blindnessBut now I'm foundI'll singSing, I love you soI'll singBecause the world can't take

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"I'll bring you more than a song, for a song in itself is not what you have required. You search much deeper within, through the way things appear. You're looking into my heart. I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about you. It's all about you, Jesus. I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it. It's all about you, Jesus."What does your life point towards? What are you reflecting?

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I was not created to be the center of anything. I was designed and created to reflect something. And when the thing that was designed to reflect becomes the center, guess what gets reflected...nothing. You see, do you know how much light your mirror at home in your bathroom has? Zero. It's only when you turn on the light that the mirror takes on form...and function. I am a mirror. You're a mirror

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Lately it seems like what God is speaking to me He's also been speaking to my friends--around the world. It's like I know that God is huge, but sometimes it is just the little repeated converstaions with various friends discussing what God is showing us (and finding it to be the same) that slaps me in the face with that reality. God is HUGE.So, question. If God is so huge, why is it so hard to

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So, I was just responding to Erin's comment on my April 10th entry "So I've decided..." Read these first. It got me thinking, so I just thought I'd share. (Begin share-time...)This is one of my favorite portions of the Bible, and I love the Message version:Matthew 5:14-16"Here's another way to put it: You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be

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I am now officially an aunt (and by "now" I acutally mean over a week ago now). I won't be posting any pictures of lil Audrey Paige because she's not my daughter, but if you wanna see pics, I'll be fully armed and ready to be asked. :)Has this year been strange for anyone else? Sometimes it seems like September was AGES ago, I mean with how different I feel. I think I've grown this year, mostly

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Why does only my first entry show up on the main page? Why do you have to click April 2005 to see the other one(s)?Can someone help??Thanks,Nanette

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...that instead of transporting all of my other posts (all like 6 of them) to this new blog, I'll just start anew. It's kind of a like blank slate. Since xanga was my first attempt at the whole blog society thang, maybe this is the natural progression. Eh, who am I kidding? The old entries weren't that exciting, and if you really want to read them, you can do so by clicking the "My 'old' Blog"

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So I'm wondering. What makes Blogspot so much better than Xanga?? And if i just "have" to switch, is there anyway to move my posts to this one??Help would be very much appreciated...please inquire within. :)Thanks,Nanette

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