tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982795026544353962024-12-18T21:32:39.120-06:00Sometimes 1000 words is not enough.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00692214221725211824noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298279502654435396.post-16712639012431860992015-06-16T18:14:00.000-05:002015-06-18T21:32:03.599-05:00

This post has been moved to the blog Love Played Out, my official blog on love, sex and relationships. 

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David, a man after God's own heart....yet a king who committed adultery and murder. Sometimes I think, how can a King, an individual with such authority commit not just one but two evil deeds. David saw a married woman bathing and because of his lustful desires decided to have her for his own.....then, in order to cover up he placed her husband (a military man) in the frontline at battle,

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What if the President of the United States called my phone and gave me a top secret mission? What if he said, "Hey Jerry, I need a favor from you, I need you to deliver this mail cross country, unfortunately it cannot be flown due to its delicacy. can you do it?" I can only imagine that I would drop everything, no matter the task and the location and immediately begin positioning myself for my

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Today marks my 2 year anniversary at Bottega Louie...sometimes its hard to think about doing the same thing, 5 days a week for a consecutive 2 years....its easy to get caught up in the thought of annoying costumers, long hours or lack of, conflicting personalities with coworkers, not making enough money.....etc. Yes, I can sit here and complain of all those things, but this last year God has

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For as long as I can remember the simple questions, "How is everything?" has generally been followed up with something a long the lines of "Oh you know, same-o same-o." While I used to be more acceptable to that response, recently I have been flustered with such a mediocre response. "Same-o Same-o" is usually expressed in a tone of pity or an expression that says "I can't seem to catch a break

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In middle school I used to be the rubber band king. Loaded with rubber bands ready to take fire at anyone who dared to stand up to me. All pockets full of ammunition, both wrists covered with rubber, hiding them in places you would not expect. When the teachers started taking them away from other students I would hide them around my bicep, beneath my sleeve keeping them out of sight. Because of

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"One of my favorite things about you Jerry is that whatever you touch turns into gold"  These were the words of one of my amazing mentors many years ago, Henry Bouma. These words have yet to escape great value in my heart, because they not only speak life but bring about a sense of responsibility and humility for my daily actions.

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What if everyday we lived, we lived like that night we spend as a family around the dinner table being grateful for the things in our lives? What if we lived everyday as if we just received a $50,000 check? What if we lived like that moment we catch up with a long lost friend? What if we lived like the that day we received the phone call about our new job? What if we lived with a sense of, "

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3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great

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At one point in my dance rehearsal an uncomfortable feeling in my lower back came upon me....since it has been a familiar feeling I did not pay much attention to it. As the night of jumping, turning, spinning and high level energy continued I felt the progression of the pain increase. Once arriving home the pain seemed to hit me like a ton of bricks. I very quickly become less and

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Weekly Challenge #1 I have not blogged in a while so here is a little warm-up post! Working at a restaurant as a cashier I get to see all sorts of individuals, old, young, black, white, asian, rich, poor, homeless.....the list goes on. I also hear the question, "How are you doing?" about every five minutes and with such frequency that question can really lose its meaning. When I&

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We live for the big moments, the big homes, the big cars, the big checks.... The moments on stage where the spot light is on us and we demand every eyes attention. That moment in office where you have just been elected as President. That moment when you get to say "I do" to that special someone. The moment when your movie breaks box office records. That moment where your company hits Forbes

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As I sit quietly in this still and chilly night of mid December. Unlike other nights, tonight my thoughts speak louder than my words. Although, I am a stranger to this level of peace I am not inclined to refute it. I let the stillness continue. The flickering lights on the Christmas tree grab my attention as I lose myself in its gentle illumination. Being here alone, watching the seconds slowly

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I have drowned in foolishness rather than consumed in his wisdom; lusted after the world rather than seeing it through his eyes;  chased vanity rather than pursue purpose;  stood in pride rather than falling at his feet;  fought in my own effort rather than resting in his strength;  seeking sense rather than grazing in his sovereignty;  I have pointed outwardly

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The Little Boy  By Helen Buckley Once a little boy went to school. He was quite a little boy And it was quite a big school. But when the little boy Found that he could go to his room By walking right in from the door outside He was happy; And the school did not seem  Quite so big anymore. One morning When the little boy had been in school awhile, The teacher said:

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Last night, one of the regulars at my job came in and bought his regular pretzel, and in our normal conversation we talked about his job. Which he commented, "I'm sick of this, I have not had a day off since my three year old was born, I work 6 days a week...no vacation days, I get out at 7 or 8 pm every night.....all for what???? for some money......its not worth it." He questioned the purpose

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"There is no such thing as failure, there are only experiences and how we respond to them"  -Anonymous  On Thursday September 15, 2011 my journey began. I drove cross country, 2,015 miles in my 98 Honda Civic for four days. Everyday that past in my car grew my excitement greater and greater to live out my dream in Los Angeles. Launching out of the windy city of Chicago, I

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"You may hold an opinion, but a Conviction holds you." At some point in your life, I am sure you have battled with a true conviction, I know I have. As a matter of fact, I have battled with my own convictions within the past few days. Its as if you are in a constant realm of thought that you cannot escape. Sometimes is so strong that you feel caged or imprisoned with this foreign thought. Its

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Dear World,  I'm sorry I don't smoke to get high. I'm sorry I don't curse to make a point. I'm sorry I don't drink to get drunk, its not my only definition of having a good time. I'm sorry I don't sleep around to be a "man."  I'm sorry I don't look to myself only I'm sorry I don't always agree with you. I'm sorry I don't do the things you do. I'm sorry I believe in God. I'm

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Although we left the fast paced life of New York City to enter the calmed air of Grand Rapids, Michigan, the spirit of the big city never left us. At about eight or nine years old I quickly became aware of the excessive time on my hands. Living in the Camelot Apartments brought about new excitements, as kids we would jump into the fall leaves, make snowmen bigger than us, create forts in the

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I am excited to share some of my new established goals: 1. Cartoon As many of you know, I have been working on a cartoon since the summer. I plan on continuing forward with that again after taking a break due to finances. The cartoon, "The Allen Theories" takes bits of pieces from my life and imagination and is expressed in 2D form. I do not have all the materials I need at this point and

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I remember anticipating one Christmas day. This was no ordinary Christmas day, no, this year brought my biggest gift yet. This gift was no surprise, I knew exactly what I wanted, but I knew I could not have it till that Christmas day, so I waited (And they say kids have no patience). The thought of my gift kept me up during the night, distracted during the day and absolutely consumed with joy by

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"Attitude simultaneously changes perspective, and perspective births new attitude."  The title of this post is "Life + _____ = Success," not because I have the answer to being successful, because depending how you fill in the blank says a lot about your perspective. Here is mine: Lets be honest, keeping a positive attitude is a lot easier said than done. Sure, when life is going your

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D.L Moody is the founder of Moody Bible Institute. He lived a life of example and impacted the lives of many: D.L. Moody once called on a leading citizen in Chicago to persuade him to accept Christ. They were seated in the man's parlor. It was winter and coal was burning in the fireplace. The man objected that he could be just as good a Christian outside the church

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It never ceases to amaze me how intentional our society is about rejecting truth. If you ask me what year we are in, I would respond with 2011. I am assuming you will do the same because we all have decided to agree on today's date. But why is that we have agreed to live according to this universal time frame? Well, I could give you some scientific answer, make up something and call it a day,

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