tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60685502011-11-15T07:16:57.091-08:00I love that word. Epiphanies. Ok basically, Kelly has encouraged me (it took little convincing) to make my blog available to all the Oasis-Madrid-ers. And I suppose it would encourage me to keep a blog going again. Thing is. . .this blog is old. Hasn't been updated in forever. And I've been blogging on Xanga. (But not since last November). So for the next few days, all new posts will actually be old. . .if you know what I mean. But then you'll be caught up on my life I suppose.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730756108872314453noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068550.post-38659686904602578002008-04-15T21:03:00.000-07:002008-04-15T22:42:42.560-07:00

Preface:So I prayed that someone new would come to Campus Christian Fellowship tonight. Because I had this feeling that there was someone out there who needed to hear what God was telling me to say who doesn't normally join us on Tuesday nights (*cough*at 9:20 in the commuter lounge*cough*). Then after CCF, I felt the Spirit leading me to write it all out in a blog, perhaps for you, who are

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EVERYTHING that happens in life reveals things about God's pursuit of us and His promises to us.It can be as mundane as waiting to open a birthday present when you already know what it is, desperately hoping for motivation to write a paper, and tirelessly searching for an apartment.God is found in the searching and the waiting.

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What does God want from you?A relationship.It's that simple.Simple, but not easy.Not easy, but worth more than anything on this earth.Worth more than anything on this earth,and better than anything you can imagine.

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Yesterday I could smell the river for the first time since the warmer days of fall. It was a very very good sign.Tomorrow I think I am going to go to Home Depot and buy a potted flower and put it in my window. Of course, it's a northwest-facing window so it probably gets the least amount of direct sunlight possible...but at least I can try.I just want to see and smell a flower! It's supposed to

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Do you understand how AMAZING God is?? Nope, neither do I. Which is why it's so awesome to be covered in His grace!I just wanted to tell everyone that Jesus loves you and He IS alive!!! More than you can ever imagine. . .

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Ok, but in all seriousness. . . .I was on the train on my way to my internship in NYC yesterday. . .and it so happens it was St. Patrick's Day. So the car is filled with college-age students all dressed in green whose conversations revolved around alcohol and their drunken St. Patty's day memories. . .well, drunk stories in general.But the part that caught my attention is they started talking

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I had less than one hour to get from one end of the Zurich Airport all the way to the other side where my flight was leaving for the USA. I was breezing up the escalators, laughing at myself and others as we pushed and herded like cows at the feed to get on the shuttle, and calmly – and quickly – strode in the direction of the gate. Then I saw security. I was doomed. But I got through, and

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The Metro-North train to Poughkeepsie rocks along the tracks that follow the Hudson River, the world flashing by in reverse, as if it were rewinding history to bring me back to school for one last year. The sun hangs in the cloud-adorned sky, a gigantic glowing red and orange snitch, casting a river of fire across the misty blue river that once promised a passageway into a new world beyond – well

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These are the memories I will put in the Memorial Book about Jon. . .of course, here, there are a bit less organized."He said he'd been here his whole life And he'd never got the chance to shine. I think the stars came and stole him away And saw he could shine. Tell mama Love don't you cry Your baby's goin Where his soul won't die. "-Adapted from "Shine" by Shy BlakemanThe world can be a pretty

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Ok, so this post (answer to discussion questions) is what I just wrote to the group of girls with whom I am reading the book, Captivating, with. . .just a little glimpse into all that is Katy Z, I suppose.Questions:Just to get you to start thinking about who you are!1) When you were 6 years old (or under) what took up most of your time? What were your favorite things? Who were your heroes? What

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so i was going to write a clever, entertaining, and insightful blog about my first day in lyon, but 1. i was force fed by anthony's family to the point of immobility (nuts, then bread, then 3 slices of melon, then 2 potatoes and sausage, then cheese and bread, then lemon pie); 2. apparently its not normal to simply want cold water to drink, and by the end of dinner i had somehow ended up with 2

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update complete. all following posts will be current.

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November 26, 2006Not exactly an update. . .Considering I haven't updated since, well, June. . .I think there would be a bit too much to write with only a few minutes at my hands. I just wanted to write down a few thoughts to share with those few of you who still check this blog with the hope that maybe, just maybe, I have actually updated for once. Something that has really been made real to me

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May 30, 2006big falls craziness and other good timesOk soo this is my day today:Went to sleep at 1:30 or so . . .after watching X-3 and Poseidon (gag) at the drive-in. It was good company, all "cozy" tucked in the bed of the truck with 4 other people. and good to finally have Rachel back home!! plus Kyle had extra speakers that we stuck on top of the truck which made the movie experience that

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April 14, 2006IF I COULD RETURN THEREI first met himOn that chaotic day two thousand years agoThat changed the world?Jesus of Nazareth, King of the JewsIF you really are the Son of God, why doesn?t God save you now??I spat in his faceAnd I crucified himI forced my cruel crown upon his headAnd embedded ruthless shards of metalAnd glassInto his torn, raw and bleeding backAnd I crucified him.I

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April 13, 2006So. . .yeah. All the days that have followed spring break have just been a foggy blur. There's some moments that stand out but for the most part I don't really remember anything I've really gotten done since the first half of the semester. At some points I thought that I might be depressed, but i thought, "no way, not me. depressed? what reason could I possibly have to be depressed?

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April 6, 2006This has been a week of emotional rollercoaster-ing. And there's only dips on this one.It seems so trivial to talk about what is currently upsetting me, considering the big sadness of this week. . .This Sunday evening, Rita, the 16-year old sister of my best friend from Jr. High, died in a car accident in my hometown. I think we're all still kind of in shock. It kills me that I can't

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March 30, 2006SPRING BREAK - Polo team came to SLO, got to play another game in my HS pool, it snowed in Pismo, there was a shooting at Denny's, a car chase and hijacking, some guy with a gun in an RV in the hospital parking lot. . .or something, line dancing and farmer's, a beautiful hike giving me my new favorite view of San Luis Obispo (and Pismo, and Morro Bay at that), getting beat by Joe at

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On Tuesday, Feb 21, 2006. . .this was the only word I wrote:Madrid.

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February 15, 2006Just wanted to remember an idea for when i get bored = SLINKY + ESCALATOR.thanks Justin. Ok so Michelle updates the quotes that we constantly produce here at G8 in her AIM Profile. . .thought I'd start relaying those updates on Xanga cuz they're pretty funny."I never really thought that chefs wore shoes." - alicia"who garnishes a water with a banana?" - ashley"You do know you

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February 26, 2006do you think Jesus would have shoveled snow?i encourage comments and discussion here.reference Billy Collins' "Shoveling Snow With Buddah" - that's what prompted the question. we discussed in class whether or not Christians would be offended if the poem had been "Shoveling Snow With Jesus"

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February 3, 2006Who sleeps during the day? Why would you?Take that for what you will.It's just a question.

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February 2, 2006BraveNicole NordemanThe gate is wideThe road is paved in moderationThe crowd is kind and quick to pull you inWelcome to the middle groundYou're safe and sound andUntil now it's where I've been'Cause it's been fear that ties me down to everythingBut it's been love, Your love, that cuts the stringsSo long status quoI think I just let goYou make me want to be braveThe way it always

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January 29, 2006a little advice for lifeFor every time you want to say you hate something. . .Also list three things you love, and you will realize that life isn't half bad."also" is a wierd word. by the way.

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December 15, 2005more quotesEnd of semester, last night in the apartment. . .Me: "Is there a reason we have a hole in our ceiling?"Michelle: "Nah"Me: "Has it always been there?"Michelle: "Uh, yeah."Me: "Huh."Michelle: "It only took you three months."

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December 14, 2005Just a little something to end the day: a blog i wrote in myspace back early November. just a little reminder for all of us.i need wordswhat we say:I need wordsAs wide as skyAnd I need a language large asThis longing insideAnd I need a voiceBigger than mineI need a song to sing YouThat I've yet to find.I need YouI need YouTo be here now.(David Crowder Band: I Need Words)what God

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December 10, 2005. . .just for fun.quotes!!Jordie: "I don't really get nicknames. I don't really have a funny name."Ashley: ". . .your last name is Yap.."Me: "You do not bake cookies. You cook them. Otherwise they would be called bakies. . .helllooo."Eric: (after i edited a 6 page paper) "your an english nerd.your the best frend a dyslexic could have" -talking about the editing program i used on

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December 10, 2005i have an empty picture frame on my desk.the picture should have been taken out 2 months ago i just "didn't have the time," plus i stopped noticing it was there.i was going to write this blog to comment that i didnt know if i should leave it empty, just take it off all together, or put something else in it (we're talking symbolism here, everyone)but just as i thought of it, i

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From December 8, 2005Anyway, just last night I went to the college bible study at Calvary. We talked about the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead in John Chapter 11. The point that is important in this blog is that Christ was purposefully four days late to see Lazarus. Martha tells him that if he had just come when she called, Lazarus would not have died. However, Jesus had waited. Why?

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(Sooo now reading this. . .it was definitely something I read somewhere. . .and I don't remember who wrote it. A well-known Christian female author, but the name's gotten away from me at the moment. And of course parts of it are from the Bible. . .a lot of it. I'm just a little lost as to where I found it right now. But in either case, I don't take credit for it. I just liked it. )Every mountain

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hi

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We huddled intensely, tools in hand, eager and nervous, desperately hoping our plans had worked. Careful actions were necessary, teamwork was imperative. Popsicle sticks lay scattered about the table, some broken, others cemented together meticulously. The time was drawing near. We held our breath. Then, on cue, we gripped our phones and pressed “Send.” An uncertain silence hung in the air. Two

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The Intro to my collection of writings I did for Creative Writing Class: WORTH KEEPING Stickers, movie tickets, coasters, business cards, candy wrappers, pamphlets. For some, these are worth keeping-they are mementos that will hopefully trigger memories when discovered years later. We attach meaning to tons of different “stuff” and we quickly accumulate clutter we do not need. However, when we

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ABANDON How often do people say, “We did nothing that we had planned, but it could not have been more perfect.” How often does a person say, “It only took one moment to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.” Has anyone ever said, “Let me tell you about the time that someone I had never before seen in my life demonstrated his love for me. He gave me everything I didn’t know I

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Before this final High School summer begins, I want to include some posts about last summer, so far the most memorable summer of my life. The essay in this post, and the next one following are about that summer. TRUTH “Not to worry, you will definitely get a chance to see the stars by the end of this week,” my counselor assured me. With just one night remaining in our weeklong stay at Wildwood

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Found Poem Source: Lyrics from The David Crowder Band Album, Can You Hear Us? UNDIGNIFIED 9/20/03 Here I am again In this raging sea I’m so filthy with my sin I feel lonely without hope Sometimes You’re closer than my skin Or You’re farther than the wind I am desperate without Vision But I carry pride like a disease I feel like I’m sinking, Drowning Raise me up from this grave May you find me

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Found Poem Location: Bagel café Source: words on signs, walls, windows FROM THE INSIDE 9/20/03 This is girl to girl: As lovely As jewelry And flowers Can be Displayed beneath Red signs that read OPEN and SALE Nothing is free Unless you are Just looking So steal a space In Public Parking Taste the atmospheres Of seven California summers On the water. Save lives every morning With the note

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FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW 9/23/03 You glow white in the early morning light, Uninterrupted but for a dark set Of solitary footprints of the night— Evidence of a journey unseen yet. The beautiful solitary walk Of someone with a determined purpose. But the footprints are not the ones who talk They are not the first footprints I’ve noticed It is you, the pure snow, in which they rest Who displays

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A Found Poem. Source: Lasting Impressions-Donovan Webster Smithsonian- November, 2002 *Most directly from source, some words added. STAY GRAY 9/17/03 The mouth of a shaman Blows evil spirits away As lichens and mosses rest upon Deer stones. Remnants of Reindeer herders, They stand in silent tribute To a mysterious past A playful human face Sleeping or leaping Beneath the tall shadows Of

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TO THE STAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW 9/24/03 We first met In my search for the brightest star Who could make all my wishes come true You smiled back at me with clear blue eyes You might have given me the world Because of you I danced with princes And I married a king Because of you I rode up to meet you On the horse I hooked To Santa’s sleigh (Your Christmas present to me) Because of you I flew over

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Omit WE (Or Anything Like It) 9/11/03 Experience these characters This living cast of clue Put on a tough face And lurk in a dark corner With the Mafia-man Feel the power Grip a cold, deadly weapon Sneak off to the sidelines And discover the mischievous joy Of Diversity Where there’s more to a smile Than face value Or wander Right into the center Be Boy and Girl Next door Dance in the front

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These two were created with the use of a few required words and phrases. The Grunion are Running! 9/04/03 Like the hammer and tongs of the ocean’s blacksmith And an orchard grower’s calloused fingers We softened the shore and peeled away its sandy rind The cold comforts of the moon’s steady glow Eased our growing fears As little pleasant splashes Drew closer, developing Into fluent,

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HERE'S A FEW POEMS The poems in the more recent posts are from a collection of poems written in my Junior and Senior English and/or Creative Writing classes. Hope you enjoy. And comment, if you choose!

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Okay, can I please say that if being in labor is supposed to be worse than menstrual cramps, I am seriously reconsidering my ambition to bear kids someday. I mean, those things were so painful yesterday, they actually made me throw up. Not fun. Okay, so last night...after lying around all morning, I was finishing my English Research Paper...about Irish Education during James Joyce's life. (

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Written in my journal November 12, 2003 "No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing....The real and proper question is:why is it beautiful?" —Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek "Standing on a street corner, waiting for no-one, is power." —Gregory Corso, Power

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Written in my journal, September 23, 2003 Ode to My Car Oh Dear BMW What will I do with you? A luxury car-you are not. So my sister and I, we fought. She needed the truck, so get a clue I wanted the truck, not you. But I was determined to lean a stick-shift So I guess you're the answer I got for my wish. At almost 20 years old, I'm surprised you still run. But so far I admit, I've had alot of

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Wrote in Journal September 23, 2003: Dream of what your life could be, not what it should be. Thrive on passion, hope, faith, desire-but not knowledge, logic, or common sense. Don't "was" or "will", just "be". Life is too short, and opportunities are too fleeting to just ignore instinct- that little voice that tells you anything is possible, anything is feasible if you find the right focus. Who

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hmmm..too lazy to go get my journal and see what I wrote. Today in creative writing we watched BARAKA. when i saw what they did to the little chickens I wanted to puke. If i ever stop this Atkins thing i think i am going to become a vegetarian. or at least be more conscious about the meat I buy. we talked about abstract human aspirations and gave them metaphors in nature. i said rainbow =victory

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MUSIC FROM ANOTHER ROOM RULES

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Okay. Today is....Wednesday. I just talked to the Santa Clara coach about polo. Exciting stuff! It rained today praise the Lord. I love the rain, because it interrupts the routine. It's glorious!! Anyway, I got about 3 hrs of sleep last night and had a good strong mug of black coffee in the morning. It rejuvinates me. A mug o' black coffee makes me think about the stories you hear of like, miners

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Okay guys, so this weekend I actually did stuff. Not the stuff I HAD to do, but stuff I wanted to do that was way-overdue. I'm almost positive it was a result of the arrival of long-awaited rain. Yes that's right. It rained. And it WILL rain more!!Anyway, so get this. On Saturday, i actually slept past nine! And then, oh yes...I spent the day listening to Jennifer Knapp in the parking lot of

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