blah. i take that back. it keeps telling me i have new mail, and i get all excited, but when i finally check it, sorry, nope, there's nothing there =(

posted by testimonies 4:15 PM

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yay =) i'm so excited about the new yahoo mail format. it's so cute! =)

posted by testimonies 3:58 PM

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It is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

Refrain

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Refrain

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Refrain

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

Refrain

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/i/t/itiswell.htm

posted by testimonies 10:28 AM

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somewhere on sacramento street is a room, cozy and happy, warmed by the purples and yellows of freshly cut irises. these breaths of life, hand delivered by a bonbon that encapsulates sunshine, joyously adorn the desk of a very blessed girl.
thanks woman, you're the best! =)

posted by testimonies 10:02 PM

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he: Can I buy you a drink?
she: Actually I'd rather have the money.

lol

posted by testimonies 10:22 AM

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scary: in what the bible is all about, henrietta mears observes "Often God allows us to go through life denied the one thing we wish more than anything else. But we should be comforted in this that whom God loves, He chastens. If He grinds down the surface of our lives, it is that the stone may shine the more brilliantly. The many facets of the diamond are what make it dazzling. Know that the greater the suffering in this world, the greater the glory in heaven..." (pg 624)

i don't know that i'm there yet...

posted by testimonies 9:52 PM

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ok i am such a sucker for good packaging...i just bought a bag because it's cute...

posted by testimonies 3:24 PM

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sometimes i feel as if i can be so melodramatic, and i question why...is there something inherently beautiful in the idea of loss, in the ideal of the irreplacable? that stories such as those give a hope that there is something out there that is whole, pure, and so singular to each person that upon discovering it they cannot help but to become enrapturously entwined in passion?

eeks. maybe being confined in this cube has made me looney.

posted by testimonies 2:26 PM

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feeling especially blessed right now... =)

posted by testimonies 2:13 PM

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walking home from the restaurant today, i passed by a little girl who squeaked just like a rubber toy! it was so cute...kids can be so cute =)

posted by testimonies 7:55 PM

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