tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46923282468959003502024-03-05T05:39:28.727-08:00Just Another SojournerMy journal entries, thoughts, poems, and anything else related to my journey with Christ :-)Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-16644035669938624462012-05-08T20:46:00.001-07:002012-05-08T20:46:52.403-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpSy9qYvjpdLreBvU0gRYzZxY_sV_9Q2eZqdCcXIGa_F54NS3pb-E-hbbn07VTebbwhzne4TL79o0Gngye_R0rHwbk7GBROQRizLBaxjixbm7fKT1b4ONJLoAv3A3L6QiHddXqjOHSBA4/s1600/tumblr_m138c3vSuE1rrdn78o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="320" width="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpSy9qYvjpdLreBvU0gRYzZxY_sV_9Q2eZqdCcXIGa_F54NS3pb-E-hbbn07VTebbwhzne4TL79o0Gngye_R0rHwbk7GBROQRizLBaxjixbm7fKT1b4ONJLoAv3A3L6QiHddXqjOHSBA4/s320/tumblr_m138c3vSuE1rrdn78o1_500.jpg" /></a></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-46138051775305684912012-02-22T09:44:00.003-08:002012-02-22T09:48:01.878-08:00But There's a Side to You That I Never KnewI let it fall, my heart,<br />And as it fell you rose to claim it<br />It was dark and I was over<br />Until you kissed my lips and you saved me<br /><br />My hands, they're strong<br />But my knees were far too weak<br />To stand in your arms<br />Without falling to your feet<br /><br />But there's a side to you<br />That I never knew, never knew.<br />All the things you'd say<br />They were never true, never true,<br />And the games you play<br />You would always win, always win.<br /><br />But I set fire to the rain,<br />Watched it pour as I touched your face,<br />Well, it burned while I cried<br />'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!<br /><br />When I lay with you<br />I could stay there<br />Close my eyes<br />Feel you here forever<br />You and me together<br />Nothing is better<br /><br />'Cause there's a side to you<br />That I never knew, never knew,<br />All the things you'd say,<br />They were never true, never true,<br />And the games you play<br />You would always win, always win.<br /><br />But I set fire to the rain,<br />Watched it pour as I touched your face,<br />Well, it burned while I cried<br />'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlsBObg-1BQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlsBObg-1BQ</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-39307234258094943172012-01-30T11:55:00.001-08:002012-01-30T11:55:39.852-08:00I Just Wanna Be Okay<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpMI8Qu5fsc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpMI8Qu5fsc</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-62492923320919870162012-01-27T11:46:00.000-08:002012-01-27T11:47:10.325-08:00There Are Skeletons In the Bathroom....<a href="http://www.theveryworstmissionary.com/2010/03/there-are-skeletons-in-closetin.html">http://www.theveryworstmissionary.com/2010/03/there-are-skeletons-in-closetin.html</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-49319159793558521412012-01-27T08:01:00.000-08:002012-01-27T08:02:42.785-08:00All I Want Is You (by Barry Louis Polisar)If I was a flower growing wild and free<br />All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.<br />And if I was a tree growing tall and green<br />All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves<br /><br />If I was a flower growing wild and free<br />All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.<br />And if I was a tree growing tall and green<br />All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves<br /><br />All I want is you, will you be my bride<br />Take me by the hand and stand by my side<br />All I want is you, will you stay with me?<br />Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.<br /><br />If you were a river in the mountains tall,<br />The rumble of your water would be my call.<br />If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow<br />Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.<br /><br />All I want is you, will you be my bride<br />Take me by the hand and stand by my side<br />All I want is you, will you stay with me?<br />Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.<br /><br />If you were a wink, I'd be a nod<br />If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.<br />If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug<br />And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug<br /><br />All I want is you, will you be my bride<br />Take me by the hand and stand by my side<br />All I want is you, will you stay with me?<br />Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.<br /><br />If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.<br />If you were the love, I'd be the desire.<br />If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,<br />And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.<br /><br />All I want is you, will you be my bride<br />Take me by the hand and stand by my side<br />All I want is you, will you stay with me?<br />Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-61504534322615831892012-01-25T14:24:00.001-08:002012-01-25T14:24:19.477-08:00It's a Book.http://www.youtube.com/embed/8YvMFLf0K3k?rel=0Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-69657502173504579162012-01-24T14:49:00.000-08:002012-01-24T14:51:24.362-08:00"Hi, Mom......I'm just letting you know I <span style="font-style:italic;">kind of </span> understand what you meant when you always said one day I'd understand your obssession with cleaning the house before guests come over. It really has nothing to do with other people. It's just a mind trick in which you convince yourself you're cleaning for other people, when in reality you need the excuse for motivation to clean things you've procrastinated cleaning."Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-44534313076486154452012-01-23T08:34:00.001-08:002012-01-23T08:34:34.462-08:00Amen, brother!http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-505266_162-57363805/priest-gives-video-star-holler-from-the-collar/Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-8950406860095671132012-01-21T09:36:00.001-08:002012-01-21T09:36:35.678-08:00Old for New!http://lesleymeredith.tumblr.com/post/16215759367Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-36846265980057892962012-01-18T09:00:00.001-08:002012-01-18T09:02:04.490-08:00Get Wise, Son!"Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding. Esteem her, and she will exalt you; embrace her, and she will honor you. She will set a garland of grace on your head and present you with a crown of honor."<br /><br />--Proverbs 4:7-9, NIVAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-49940201849424975572012-01-09T09:11:00.001-08:002012-01-09T09:11:57.712-08:00Early Morning EpiphanySo, last night I was thinking about selflessness, and how I'm feeling pretty confident that there's NOTHING I (possibly anyone?) do without SOME selfish motive. Even if there are selfless motives with it. Ex: *I* want God to be pleased with *me* so I will worship Him and love others for the purpose of *my* pleasing God. See? It’s not a bad thing to desire, but my point is that *no matter* what I do, there’s something self-centered behind it. And honestly, I was kind of depressed about it. I *want* to want to do everything for the glory of God. But I can’t say it’s completely true that I simply *want* to do everything for the glory of God, because if I did, there would be zero selfish motive behind my actions, and I would be perfect, because that is what is pleasing to God. But, not wanting to let this depressive state take me captive, I decided to let myself fall asleep (eventually) and deal with these thoughts in the morning. Due to some other events this morning, I kind of forgot about last night until a few minutes ago. Then I sat down for a moment and the thoughts came back to me. I was saddened for a moment; then I had an epiphany, which I’ve probably had before but forgot: I. Am. Sinful. My natural, carnal state of being is evil. I was born into sin. I am of the lineage of Adam and Eve. I am prone to depravity, made from the dirt that snakes slither on, defiled by my selfish motives I’ve had since the day I was born. Yeah. It’s true. It’s gross. It’s ugly. BUT…God chooses to live inside of me. He became human incarnate, lived a human life, and died an excruciating human death, breaking his body and bleeding out so *I* could inherit eternal life, and I CAN DO GOOD THINGS and I CAN LOVE because HE lives inside of ME. And if you humble yourself in the sight of the Lord and recognize the selfish state of mind we all have, when we search deep within ourselves, and ask Him for mercy to cause His Holy Spirit to dwell within us and work through us…He will. I cannot explain why; if you figure it out, please let me know. But regardless of why, I know He DOES bless us and be gracious to us and show us mercy, if we let Him. Maybe I was supposed to realize how depraved I am at heart, after all. Without the knowledge of who I am and Who He is, how can I praise Him? HE IS SO VERY GOOD to us!!!!!<br /><br /> <br /><br />“And coming to Him as to a living stone which has been rejected by men, but is choice and precious in the sight of God, you also, as living stones, are being built up as a spiritual house for a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For this is contained in Scripture:<br /><br /> <br /><br /> ‘BEHOLD, I LAY IN ZION A CHOICE STONE, A PRECIOUS CORNER stone,<br /><br />AND HE WHO BELIEVES IN HIM WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.’<br /><br /> This precious value, then, is for you who believe; but for those who disbelieve,<br /><br /> <br /><br /> ‘THE STONE WHICH THE BUILDERS REJECTED,<br /><br />THIS BECAME THE VERY CORNER stone,’<br /><br /> and, <br /><br /> ‘A STONE OF STUMBLING AND A ROCK OF OFFENSE’;<br /><br /> for they stumble because they are disobedient to the word, and to this doom they were also appointed.<br /><br /> But you are A CHOSEN RACE, A royal PRIESTHOOD, A HOLY NATION, A PEOPLE FOR God’s OWN POSSESSION, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; for you once were NOT A PEOPLE, but now you are THE PEOPLE OF GOD; you had NOT RECEIVED MERCY, but now you have RECEIVED MERCY.<br /><br /> Beloved, I urge you as aliens and strangers to abstain from fleshly lusts which wage war against the soul. Keep your behavior excellent among the Gentiles, so that in the thing in which they slander you as evildoers, they may because of your good deeds, as they observe them, glorify God in the day of visitation.”<br /><br />1 Peter 2:4-11, NASBAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-42195043108055782082011-12-26T09:51:00.000-08:002011-12-26T09:52:59.810-08:00Christmas Dayyeahyeahyeah, Jesus wasn't actually born today and all that jazz, BUT I'm celebrating His birthday today.<br /><br />And on that note...<br /><br />Let's be real.<br /><br />It wasn't such a silent night. Jesus had people searching to kill Him before He was even born. The manger was smelly. Jesus was birthed from the womb of a poor, weary traveler. His daddy wasn't biologically his daddy, which surely stirred up some confusion (and gossip) around the whole scene. When He was born, there probably wasn't much to wipe the blood from his skin, and he only had His mother's shawl to clothe him. Since no one had room for him in the inn, I'm guessing there wasn't a party to celebrate his birth, either. And the wise men (however many there were) debatablely didn't even make it to see him until he was about two, so his birthday presents were possibly late.<br /><br /> <br /><br />And the miracle is this: that God knew ALL this would happen, but He made Himself human incarnate for us, anyway, even though we refused to welcome this baby King into the world. And He did all of it to teach us and then be killed by us.<br /><br /> <br /><br />I celebrate the day He was born, and ask forgiveness for ever holding Him to the cross with my sins as the nails. Praise Him! For HE is good ALL the time. Amen.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-40243119296101142212011-12-22T07:08:00.000-08:002011-12-22T07:09:45.503-08:00Oh my word. Please watch this.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T44LepcRUhk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T44LepcRUhk</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-86234107758238656102011-12-20T12:55:00.000-08:002011-12-20T12:58:21.722-08:00SometimesI think about either (a) committing to a life of non-Catholic nun-hood or (b) settling for an arranged marriage. At least, it SOUNDS easier than figuring out what I actually want to do about romantic relationships. Ugh.<br /><br />But God has it all under control, thank goodness, because *I* sure don't.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-22608044706428286842011-12-14T13:34:00.001-08:002011-12-14T13:35:51.045-08:00Another Lesson I've Known For A Long Time But Am Just Learning to Apply to My LifeI like who I am and I am comfortable with who I am and I don't have to care if anyone else likes it or not.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-45229272752060782752011-12-13T18:00:00.000-08:002011-12-13T18:02:07.922-08:00I Wish My Life Would Flow More Organicallybut the prescribed expectations of reality hinder that flow and force me into an academic box some days when I want to be with people and into a people box some days when I want to be by myself. <br /><br />*sigh*Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-58497421958932032452011-12-11T20:05:00.001-08:002011-12-11T20:06:03.271-08:00Ten Things<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=749g_DBG618&feature=g-vrec">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=749g_DBG618&feature=g-vrec</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-19309265612993790472011-12-09T13:26:00.000-08:002011-12-09T13:27:55.506-08:00If You Are Chilly, Here Take My SweaterI'll sew patches on to all you tear.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJOzdLwvTHA">http://www.youtube.comhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif/watch?v=jJOzdLwvTHA</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-57662479509791135942011-12-09T12:46:00.000-08:002011-12-09T12:47:48.704-08:00One DayI'm going to learn how to make coffee look this good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4lLMtDtNmkff79NXtYa4n0K2UHxWgZQ9P8dWMe-hd_J6rWYtqa3crZUC5y7Pij1nw5n3Xnm-GfCQ9HN1PJHJrT9c4dmU8v4HF22QHwUX7H_I7MOq9mzx8wRPEQNRAwYYsmI_Eeaxacw/s1600/pretty+coffee.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4lLMtDtNmkff79NXtYa4n0K2UHxWgZQ9P8dWMe-hd_J6rWYtqa3crZUC5y7Pij1nw5n3Xnm-GfCQ9HN1PJHJrT9c4dmU8v4HF22QHwUX7H_I7MOq9mzx8wRPEQNRAwYYsmI_Eeaxacw/s320/pretty+coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684233075884252546" /></a><br /><br />...and I'm gonna learn in India. Yeah.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-37476680604263142011-12-05T22:00:00.001-08:002011-12-11T20:06:49.810-08:00Regardless of One's Feelings Toward John Mayer<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2AzaOQllBQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2AzaOQllBQ</a><br />http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif<br />"Yes. Yes. YES!" as Dr. Cervelli would say.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-47984037180655882022011-12-05T21:53:00.000-08:002011-12-05T21:54:51.959-08:00"Heard Melodies are sweet...but those unheard are sweeter."<br /><br />Indeed, Keats. Indeed.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-80593570989008103362011-12-02T16:08:00.000-08:002011-12-02T16:17:21.581-08:00I Was Practically Running<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-o3YQ731nNmeK-60yWrKdZYQLaZ4Rzrofb9mKvKhsbNqwdvcxbcCIBKcK6uEEqcBi8Mip7KyEIUVobbY7hwA6bZtLPHqAgr6v8GF8Lq89289GBnDt7-DxdkYKDnnhZblvNAGnRzb-zM/s1600/Picture+6.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-o3YQ731nNmeK-60yWrKdZYQLaZ4Rzrofb9mKvKhsbNqwdvcxbcCIBKcK6uEEqcBi8Mip7KyEIUVobbY7hwA6bZtLPHqAgr6v8GF8Lq89289GBnDt7-DxdkYKDnnhZblvNAGnRzb-zM/s320/Picture+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681689450195059954" /></a><br /><br /><br />but I made it to Einstein's before they closed.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-28137901593051231522011-12-02T13:41:00.000-08:002011-12-02T13:42:38.976-08:00One Little HourI've been on the run since 7:30 a.m. There is a time for work; there is also a time for rest. I think I'm gonna give myself one lil hour to rest. THEN I will get back to work.<br /><br />Zzz...Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-18195345220673829442011-11-30T12:28:00.000-08:002011-11-30T12:30:59.359-08:00Whew! Praise the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.I totally have been freaking out the past week because my syllabuses and teachers were telling me that I had three finals in one day--the FIRST day of finals. It was going to be...<br /><br />Sociology 8 am - 10 am<br /><br />Spanish 10:30 am - 12:30 pm<br /><br />German unannounced time but same day.<br /><br />Then, I find out that my finals that day are...<br /><br />German 8 am - 10 am<br /><br />Spanish OPTIONAL if you have an A or B (and I do) but 10:30 am to 12:30 pm (yeah, right! not doing it)<br /><br />and Sociology is SIX DAYS LATER.<br /><br />I am extremely thankful. Thank You, thank You, thank You, God!!!Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4692328246895900350.post-42560584460497234762011-11-29T09:51:00.000-08:002011-11-29T09:53:38.500-08:00Be Free."Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. "<br /><br />--2 Corinthians 3:17Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14839482374329255876noreply@blogger.com0