Ju's bigger world of thoughts

Wind

2007-02-05T17:09:00.000-05:00

Discovering a place to sit and simply write
Where the stars cease to move and
the footprints of history fade
in the wind,

renewing the urge to simply
experience the wind
motionless flying
unable to propell myself to
move independently.

There is a learning to trust in passiveness
through a guest from the North
and a friendship made
all because there was time for renewal,
A time to feel the wind....

In the Twinkling of an Eye

2007-01-24T22:44:00.001-05:00

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:

A time to be born___________April 8, 1986
A time to die______________ ???????????
A time to plant_____________going to College
A time to uproot____________ No more orchestra for Julie
A time to kill______________(Jesus has never asked me to kill but he has to be bold)
A time to heal_____________ High School (friends who wouldn't let me cower in the corner)
A time to tear down_________ Working with SLUMY (youth group)
A time to build_____________ RA at the Wesley Foundation
A time to weep_____________over the disappointment of a friend
A time to laugh_____________Kimmie.....Kimmie?
A time to mourn_____________over the loss of a father
A time to dance_____________High School, I finally found something to dance about
A time to scatter stones___________Mission trip to Juarez, Mexico
A time to gather them____________realizing the blessings I have been given after Mexico
A time to embrace_______________Hugging my Nessa, Heidi, Suzanne, Leah.........
A time to refrain_____________learning to keep my hands off a relationship of another
A time to search_____________Middle School, looking for proop of God's love
A time to give up_____________believing lies and letting Jesus do my fighting
A time to keep______________to not do the little things for you, to teach you
A time to throw away__________spring cleaning, old memories
A time to tear______________Spring Break, New Orleans----Musty houses
A time to mend_____________Holding you in my arms as we cry
A time to be silent___________Worship, specifically fall retreat 2006
A time to hate_____________how you're choosing to run
A time for war___________spiritual warfare....Everyday occurance now
A time for peace_________morning walks to work with a best friend.

In the Twinkling of an Eye

2007-01-24T22:44:00.000-05:00

Platter

2007-01-20T00:10:00.000-05:00

Why do some people get everything?
They seem to be born with the personality
that entices people to hand life to them on a
platter.
Not a wooden or pewter one
but Gold.
Your platter invokes my own complication
How do I relate to someone who doesn't
understand my lack?
Why are people drawn to you like a bug
and a bug zapper?
I'm always rubbing my pewter hoping that,
I'll transform to Gold but that leaves me
disappointed.
Why are some women born beautiful?
Not earthly beauty but soul beauty.
Why do the rest of us have to develop that beauty?
Since you have it,
protect that platter and understand
the treasure you have been given.

Newishness

2007-01-15T23:24:00.000-05:00

Ok I'll admit it,
I'm as stubborn as a broken record,
but newishness has somehow
been given in all this.....

a new understanding of your heart...
a new chance in engage in relationship...
a new chance to see you for who you are now, not who you will be...
a newishness of desire to simply be there....
a renewed peace to simply pray...
newness to be present for you both, in joy.....
a new chance to believe that my future is a happy one....
another environment longing for truth, not history....
a new lesson in compassion....

Newishness to just simply exist without the fear of rejection.

Seeking the Source

2007-01-08T22:27:00.001-05:00

It's quite funny when you think of how people met. Look at my own group of the closet friends... There's Me and Davie who grew up in the same town our whole lives...yes, all 19 and 20 years of it, and never knew each other till now. The obviously crazy one is Ness, from the prairies of Canada who up and left her home and came down here and then, there's Ben who has lived all over, Delware is it? and Hopkinsville, Kentucky and who ended up at UK with the rest of us. I tell ya, people must be brought together for a reason..... How in the world did my best friend end up being a Canadian? While I believe that God wants to bless our choices in friendships, that he had to have a hand in how we became such a close group. Think about it....He is trying to teach us something........ All of us. Not just Vanessa, Not just Julie, but all of us. I think it's high time we realize that and start really trusting GOD with our relationships and the relationships that arise that we don't understand. We have friends because we as Christains are meant to work as units.

Yes, we've had alot of fun doing silly things but aren't we made, made as a group of friends for something more.

I quess I'm just looking for the source, well, not the source,that's easy but, the reason for our friendship. Trust just keeps coming up.....

Any questions, come find me......I'll answer anything you ask. I just want to be real with you.

Continue

2007-01-05T17:06:00.000-05:00

How do you continue on
when God has changed your heart?
I've learned how to move on
but my flesh keeps dragging me into it.
How do I tell you I love you
without emerging myself in what once was?

Now I know how to listen to my
own heart......
It's tired of what once was
tired of getting passed over for someone else's;
ready for some new adventure.
Europe.... perhaps?

How do you continue on in
your present situation when your heart is changed?
How do I show you that change is welcomed
without hurting you?

In the Remaining Hours of 2006

2006-12-31T17:37:00.000-05:00

So, a new year is here..... I usually don't make any "New Year's resolutions" cause I end up breaking them within a few days if not hours. I spend this time reflecting on the past year...... Well, I am a history major..(He..HE...My jokes are funny) 2006 was a great year. Years are made up of momments. Here's why..and it's not in any particular order..

Julie got a tattoo.
Julie went to Canada--A first vacation independent of the parental unit or councliar unit.
Julie learned that ancient politicains(Cicero) are the same as those of today.
Julie became RA.... Women's of course.
Julie once again was able to profess that she had a best friend.
Julie learned how to be a best friend.
Julie went camping with friends during the coldest weekend of the year.
Julie also jumped off an arch on that trip and made everyone else do it as well.
Julie learned to be a leader.
Julie worked under the sun......And the SKY.....
Julie hit two deer and looked up at a Canadian night sky.......full of stars.
Julie learned how to lead a worship band.
Julie started sing in chior and rediscovered a passion.
Julie sang in Nigerian.
Julie sang in Latin.
Julie sorrowfully but boldly ended a season of her musical life.
Julie let her stuffed animal, drive the car.
Julie changed lots of light bulbs and replinished lots of toliet paper.
Julie's car died on vacation.
Julie had her first trip into a bar.
Julie had her first drink.........shhhh....
Julie learned, at least started to learn, how to love people that have let me down.
Julie has seen grace.
Julie wrote alot of good poetry really late at night.
Julie confided in people.
Julie tore apart soggy houses.
Julie created a flower garden.
Julie and friends, caused a car wreck.......cause we're hottttttt..
Julie brought friends home for the holidays. and my family liked them.
Julie passed her first graduate level class.
Julie learned to trust boys.
Julie spread the HIP HO from slumy to the Wesley Foundation.

I could go on and on forever but......I want to party cause that's what we Duff's do on New Year's Eve. Common' what could be better than sequence and caffeine free mountian dew??.... So I'm excited for a new chance to be who I am. A new chance to love people.

It(LOVE) always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perserves.
1st Cor.13.17(?)

The Official "Hanging of the Greens"

2006-12-21T22:54:00.000-05:00

So me and my bros finally put up the Christmas Tree today. ewwww.....Pretty lights and ornaments . My momma has so many that I think we could supply three trees with decorations. The greens are hanged....I mean hung. Oh, and the best part is that we listened to my momma's cd of the Collage (UK chiors' Christmas concert). Man that was fun. The funnest concert.....other than Carmina Burina.

And I also offically started my Christmas shopping. Isn't that pathetic? Actually I'm pretty good cause I got everyone in my family stuff in one wack..... Cool, eh?(heeeee....I love my Canadians!) I just have my friends' presents and my herd person.....Megan.... I'm still working on that gift!

So, I took my Nessa and my MJ to the airport in Cinncy today. Boo Hoo. Have fun in the cold, in the snow, in the sleet, in the bitterness...... I'll be chilling in the warmness of Kentucky....But, actually I wish it would get cold here and snow. We haven't had a good snow in a while and it depresses me.

I'm goin' home to my Momma's house tommrow. And also, I'm having Christmas dinner and the annual opening of the presents from aunts and uncles that I haven't seen in years. But then I can usually buy things I like, like "Robin Hood" on DVD. The disney one, Of course.....It's out of the vault......I saw it when I was shopping today and I want it......

So....I've dragged a small post on into something not so long and I need to talk to Jesus and then hit the pillow cause tommrow is my last day of work.......At least for the next week, then the week after Christmas week I have to go back, but the extra money is awesome cause this year for Christmas I get to really spoil my peeps. Oh, and books......For all those History classes I'll be taking next semseter...... But tommrow is our Christmas party at work so that will be fun! Snacks and candies.......

So my Christmas Love to you all.......And my "all-the-time" love as well, to those far away *tear...tear* and those who are always near, faithfully near.

Love Jesus, It's the only way to do things.........................

Walls

2006-12-19T21:35:00.000-05:00

I'm sitting in my own prison, somehow
I've made it myself.
I've loved too deeply and the walls have
fallen.

The once strong defenses that stopped
the edging tides are nowhere to be seen.
Now everything bothers me and picks
apart every strength that holds my body together.

Every relationship somehow is different now.
I should have learned this by now,
but still I suffer.

Is it possible to have too much invested in
someone you love and nothing in the one,
you wished you loved?
Are my walls doing any good at all?

Did they ever truely keep out fear or did they,
themselves teach me how to fear?
I'm tired of my dreams being rejected.
I'm tired of me being rejected.

Do I build the walls up again
or
continue to tear them down?

Finally Finished

2006-12-14T15:04:00.000-05:00

So I did it, I finished the semester and I'm just waiting on my grades. Hopefully I did well enough to raise my accumulating GPA cause last semester wasn't the best. So I had my last final this morning at 8 AM in the morning and I think it went well. 6 Page essay, it better have gone swell. Then I sold my russian book back to the bookstore and got lunch with Leah at a pizza place and came home snuggled in Ness' bed, Leah had her own, and watched "How to lose a guy in 10 days". It's so sad how most people view love but, hey Julie and Leah time was excellent.

Then we, Leah and I, cleaned the prayer chapel here at the Foundation. It was starting to look pretty knappy with all the candlewax all over everything. We vaccumed, We scrubbed and scaped, and color-cordinated. A new face in a very familiar part of my home. Did some talking to Jesus. He told me to keep on waiting.......

So our, Ale-8 soda machine is a gold mine, well, more like a silver mine. It keeps shooting back me, coins from back in the day when our coins were made out of real silver. Yesterday I was so gladly given a silver quarter from 1958. Last week I was given a silver dime also from 1958, from our generous and historical soda machine. It must know what each person loves to study. I wonder if it would shoot out music notes at Ness, or books at Leah. If only everyone knew what our soda machine really is......we could be millonaires. Pretty cool, eh?

So now that school is over for alittle while, the detoxination from the caffeine might be a great idea. I can already feel the pain that is coming in the future, sleepless nights with graping headaches......Just joshing....No really...It might be painful.

I'm going Christmas shopping with the herd (My friends) today, Ness, Ben, and Clay. It should be a swell time. I'm just going to get ideas......I get paid tommrow....HIP!

Grace

2006-12-10T22:43:00.000-05:00

God's grace falls
If you allow yourself to cry,
to be broken and contrite.

In the darkness of the prayer closet
you find yourself holding the
person who caused you to break

And there's grace to start over again,
and mere words become selfishness
and compassion is all that's left

Glory Days

2006-12-06T15:20:00.000-05:00

God is teaching me.......Yep, I'm still learning the same thing......To allow Him to romance me until my earthly prince comes. Everytime I struggle with this, he teaches me something new, that I never thought I would learn but yet it gets me closer to His Glory. Last month, He taught me what a woman's heart looks like and that women are created to feel different emotions than men do. I've always known that but now I understand and I now I understand, that wanting to be pursued is not being unpure. Now He's teaching to be open about my womanly desires and to allow myself to be vunerable, which is super hard for me. And He's teaching me to pray for myself, which is a new concept for me...... I've been one that has always prayed for others.

So even though these days are difficult and to be honest, I hate them, I am also being shown His glory. And I'm not waiting for nothing......

Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
2nd Corinthians 3:17+18

Dawn

2006-11-30T23:27:00.000-05:00

My Friendship lies not in the Grand Dinner Parties

or the Excursions to the Fancy Theators.

It's not in the competitive love triangle

that I've pursued for so long.

It's in the waking Dawn when

the sun's rays reach down and refresh the earth

or the sweetness of an exotic fruit.

In these true times, the still, the quite,

one on one in the darkness of wakefulness.

In the trust and the hope that even

in the bleakness of dawn,

true companionship is forged ahead

despite the lies of the enemy and my own history report.

The Bleak of Morning is why I love you,

the walks through the chilly morning air

and the final hug goodbye is a reminder that I can

make it through the busy schedule of wasted hours.

My friendship simply lies in these quite times.

In the learning to be honest times.

Brain Fried

2006-11-25T14:18:00.000-05:00

So My brain is officially fried. 4 papers in one day is way toooooo much..... I can't believe all my professors ganged up on me this Thanksgiving. Yes, you read that correctly, 4 papers. Well, actually two of them are only like one page essays but, anyways, too much effort on a holiday.

So I'm all by my lonesome at the WF working.....Working for hours upon hours on these papers. I think that I have gone through 3 or 4 cds. Yep. There was both christmas cds, then Brave Saint Saturn, and now I'm listening to the Beatles, my newest attaction. Lucy in the sky with diamonds.......too bad it's about drugs.

So paper number one was about President Jimmy Carter.....Boring....What did the guy actually get done?...Nothing....No wonder the paper was so hard to write. Paper number two, Peter the Great. That was an easier paper, he did a whole lots, all for his precious military. The Navy was his brainchild. Oh... Peter. Hey History fact for the day. St. Petersburg was not actually named after Peter the Great himself but the patron saint of the city that was there before the actual St. petersburg was built, St. Peter. Tsar Peter just happened to have the same name. HIP!

So I am having my caffeine and chocolate break and now Davie is here now. HIP! I'm not all by myself......
Back to the pen and paper......well, the computer.
All my other people will be back tommrow!

Personality

2006-11-18T23:29:00.000-05:00

Not that anyone is still in the blogger world and actually reads my blogs anymore. BUt weither or not anyone reads this, I am still a writer........

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. Do not cause anyone to stumble, whether Jews, Greeks or the Church of God---even as I try to please everybody in every way. For I am not seeking my own good but the good of many, so that they may be saved.
1 Corinthians 10:31-33

So I went home for my brother's birthday tonight and got into a very looooong and interesting discussion with him and my mom. We were talking about how loud I am. As, I have said plenty of times and I will admit that this is my testomony, I used to be a quite little girl. My mother is questioning which Julie is the real Julie, the loud Julie or the quite Julie. She was understanding to some extent. Stephen was sweet about what he was saying but his viewpoints are alittle jaded on why I became the loud person that I am and sees this in a negative light. Soooo..I tried to explain that we all take on different personalities depending on who we are with. I am still the same Julie when I'm loud as when I am Quite. You are different because different friends bring out different aspects in your personanility and you relate to people differently. You have to reach people where they are. You have to please them in everyway, not to seek attension but to make yourself approachable to people. I am the same Julie that I will always be........Yes, Jesus is growing me but I'm still growing. I think my two best friends are a testament to this. Nessa, pretty outgoing and loud and I relate to her that way. Leah, quite and smart like and we sit around and talk about intellectual stuff and do crosswards.

My mom just questions if my personality changed so that I can please others and in the argument I would have said absolutly not. I am not loud because I want to be Vanessa but when I got home and I was reading my bible Paul says he becomes all things to all men, not to seek his own good, NOT TO SEEK ATTENSION STEPHEN, but so I can be real with my friend. Paul says, so that a few might be saved. And I am not so hyper, most of the time, around Leah because we relate differently. So yes, a proud yes, I do change aspects of my personality to please my friends and there is nothing wrong with that. I am the same person Mom, your same little girl, and I don't love you, don't love the family anyless because I act differently when I am at the foundation than when I am at home.

Would You Try To Do This Alone?

2006-11-14T15:44:00.000-05:00

Just alittle something that God has given be, It's from a book tittled, "Waking the Dead" by John Elderedge.

You awake to find yourself in the midst of a great and terrible war. It is, in fact, our most desperate hour. Your King and dearest Friend calls you forth. Awake, come fully alive, your good heart set free and blazing for him and for those yet to be rescued. You have a glory that is needed. You are given a quest, a mission that will take you deep into the heart of the kingdom of darkness, to break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron so that your people might be set free from their bleak prisons. He asks that you heal them. Of course, you will face many dangers; you will be hunted.

Would you try to do this alone?

Something stronger than fate has you. Evil will hunt you. And so a fellowship must protect you. Honestly, though he is a very brave and true hobbit, Frodo hasn't a chance without Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. He has no real idea what dangers and trials lie ahead. The dark mines of Moria; the Balrog that awaits him there; the evil orcs called the Urak-hai that will hunt him; the wastes of the Emyn Muil. He will need his friends. And you need yours. You must cling to those you have; you must search wide and far for those you do not yet have. You must not go alone. From the beginning, right there in Eden, the Enemy's strategy has relied upon a simple aim: divide and conquer. Get them isolated, and take them out.

Thanksgiving

2006-11-10T13:24:00.000-05:00

So the weather here in Kentucky is alittle strange. It's totally like 74 degress which is about 23 in celcius. Tommrow it is suppost to be 50. Oh, joy! Pick a temperature and stay there......

I can't wait till thanksgiving. I might be going to my Aunt's house in Maryland. I haven't seen thoose cousins in a super long time. And there's lots of them... Ohnia, Hannah, Nina, Vera, Jonas, and Helki. Oh and Ohnia's son, Perry. It's so funny, because these are the people in the family that are the strangest, the most free-spirited and "out there" people but they are accepting and I love that. I have so many memmories with them. Like the time Hannah and I went hiking in the big baltimore city park and looked at rocks. (she was a geology major) or jumping on the trampoline with little Helki who is not so little anymore. Actually she is only a year younger than me but I always seemed "older" than her. I wonder how here art school is going. Last time I was up there, she showed me some of her work and it was neat. Oh, and Vera playing the violin and me, struggling to play a simple duet with her on my tiny viola. And I'll always remember how beautiful Nina is and her compassion..... So, I'm hoping that Thanksgiving will be fun if we make it up to Maryland even though Helki is the only one still living at home..... I quess people will always grow up.

Thanksgiving is a challenge. Everything about it, The weather, the food, the family and relationships with a torn family, the vulnerability, the hiking, the treaks in the snow(if, i'm lucky---In maryland?!). But thanksgiving is also an adventure! HIP!

So God...... told me to wait....

2006-11-06T22:02:00.000-05:00

So Fuel was awesome tonight, (our worship service.) Well, it's Gods service. So we are sitting there singing and God told me....
Julie, the reason I told you to wait is because your heart's desire is comming. It's comming. And Julie, you will be so in love.

It was like I finally understood that I'm not waiting for the sake of waiting, I'm waiting because it is coming. My "love" is coming. It seems like a simple thing, you wait for something you expect to happen but before tonight I didn't see an end, I thought I was waiting forever. And now I know that waiting is growing and I have to grow to be the woman that my "love" needs. I need to learn to reflect God in a relationship. I admit it, I have no clue how to do that now. But I'm learning.

So that's it, God is cool.

I found out what my second tattoo will be.....If I ever have the gutts to get another one. Which I won't.

Deus Semper Fedalis est.
Translated... God is always faithful. I'm not sure that the fedalis is spelled right, I don't have a dictonary in front of me and spelling is not something I'm good at, especially when it's not english.

Addiction

2006-11-01T15:38:00.000-05:00

So, I'm addictied to Guitar Hero, It's an amazing game and i've played it so long that I see the little colored disc comming at me in my sleep. I hear the music, and I'm raising my guitar to the heavens, in my sleep. It's a constant struggle to prove to myself that I can play the game and that I can beat a song on Hard, It's only happened once folks, but one day.......

It's worse than my addiction to LOST, which by the way is on tonight!!! Party in the basement. I think that Kate, Sawyer, and Jack were each brought to the "other's" side of the island because they need them, Like Jack is a doctor.... I think there are reasons, I just don't know what those reasons are...... And I love Kate. She is a real woman, Climbing back into the cage after she had gotten out because Sawyer needed her. Pretty cool.

I'm also finding that i'm pretty addicted to crossword puzzles. Slowly and surely, I'm starting to kick there butts. I love feeling special when I get all the historical questions. I get the History ones, Leah gets the Literary ones so together we have a grand time. Oh, today in the Kernal, the school paper, there was two Latin questions. I got them both, Yeh I did!!!!!

So like always, My Jesus is faithful, and when I try to run away from him I end up face down in the chapel squezzing the little plastic cross. I don't even remember how I got there last night. And he always, in his time, (that's the tricky part.) gives me an answer. God always mends, always heals, always proclaims truth, and always gives me a reason to turn around and find my place again supporting my friends. And then he teaches me again how to pray for those friends and...... with that friend. God is faithful. I'm addicted to God's faithfulness and his love of course. NOT all addictions are bad.

Cicero's Stary Host

2006-10-27T14:07:00.000-04:00

So, I got a gold star in Latin today. It totally made my day, a perfect gold sticker in the form of a star is now boldly and proudly displayed on my Cicero notebook. Take that Cicero, I got a stary sticker from you. HA..HA.. So it's kinda childish and so elementry but in my Latin class, Yes a college class, we get gold stars if we translate a sentance completely correct. And today was my day.

Unlike most young children who dream about becoming a doctor, a teacher, or a fireman, I had always dreamed of working in a Lab. I think it was just about the cool looking lab jackets and poping their collars. It hit me today, I WORK IN A DNA LAB!!!!! It made me think of how cool God is that he blessed me with my childhood dream just because he loves me. He has definantly steared me into History and becoming a teacher and that is what I most desire now but he also knows how much I wanted to wear that lab jacket! He blessed me because I trusted him with changing from science to history. That just hit me today. How cool is that?

Oh and today I discovered that I have more money in the bank than I thought. Everytime I prove faithful, God proves even more faithful. So I got to eat lunch on campus instead of comming home and rushing to eat some Ramen or something and I can go iceskating this weekend. HIP!!

So tonight is our FREAK SHOW, the Halloween party here at the Wesley Foundation. We have to call it "freak show" cause we don't want to loose some people's support because we are celebrating a satanist holiday. Halloween is so misunderstood. All Saint's Day has been turned into crap, All Soul's day and then into Halloween. Poop. We are pretty "freaky" here though. Sometimes I think it is needed to live here. But anyways, I'm going to be a whoo from whoville. My Megan is also going to be a whoo and Davie is going to be the grinch. Hip, we get to paint Davie green. So I'm sure a good time will be had by all and pictures will be posted soon after for you all to see how cute I am. heeeee......

Oh, And I love watching my best friend grow..........

I want......Lamp?

2006-10-24T19:13:00.000-04:00

I want a Taylor guitar.
I want snow on Christmas, Has that ever happened down here?
I want my friends to be happy.
I want to be able to devote more time to my viola Charlie, he's been neglected lately.
I want to be awesome at tennis.
I want my brother Phil, to be a Godly man to his girlfriend, Macy.
I want creepy guys to quit comming into my home and making me feel protective of my girls, especially one in particular.
I want to get a T.V.
I want my family to know that I will always love then no matter how busy I am with life.
I want to take only history classes.
I want to go sky diving.
I want to escape for a week without someone noticing.
I want to be pursued.
I want to mend differences with old friends.
I want to allow the Holy Spirit to move, unhindered.
I want to loose my pride.
I want Jennifer Knapp to reenter the music world.
I want to touch a life, to save a life, physically.
I want to make things right with my older brother, I want to be able to forgive him.
I want my ring back.
I want to learn how to ice skate correctly.
I want to go swimming.
I want to write a book.
I want to be a rockstar.

The sad thing is that I want alot of things, but mostly....
I want to be free of want. I want to do what I am called to do.

I love you all, That's it, all my creative juices.

The Rose and the Gardner

2006-10-19T17:51:00.000-04:00

So, as some of you know and those extra special ones of you that came to our (Weah, Wacy, and Sarah Wynn) chior concert might of heard, we are singing a song about a rose and a gardner. The song makes me think of Jesus everytime and it makes me happy. He is my gardner. Although, I'm not actually much of a rose person. I love daisies because they are simple....and yet at the same time so beautiful.....Back to Roses......

So God has been teaching me what purity is and waiting on his timing, his perfect timing with my future love life. And you can all be ok with admitting it, cause we all think about our future husbands/wives (If you are a....BOY). And there is purity apart from just physical purity, it's spiritual, it's about not being anxious and trusting God. He is teaching me how to allow myself to be pursued and that my role in all this is not passive.....not weakness. He's teaching me to be pure, spiritually. It's hard and far from fun but in the future, I'll be ready when God brings my husband to me.

So roses, I wrote this a few nights ago.....I don't know if it's any good but it's what ended up on the page that night. It's got Roses and a Gardner. Dejau'?

PURSUED BY THE GARDNER

What a beautiful bride you'll make dear
when you learn to be pursued.
looking at how far you've come and your
spring times of budding,
I know the future will come.

What is the point of a rose,
if it not be romanced?
The petals of it's titled head long
to be caressed by the hand of a lover.

But for now, the only nurishment
accepted comes from the heart of gardner
on his knees displaying a tender smile
across his sun-tattered face.

With each wild storm
the petals tear and fall only
to be replaced by flowers so much more
vibrant and of some deeper strength.

With this new found boldness
the heart learns
to trust itself into the arms
of another by the love of the gardner.

But the future holds what it will
and the certain promise of the
gardner still holds true.
The Submissive is pursued.

Sufficient

2006-10-17T17:26:00.000-04:00

Hear my heart Lord,
as I cry out to You
Hear my prayer Lord,
and carry me through
In Your mercy,
in the promise You made
Be my strength Lord,
when my strength fades away

Cus when I am weak
Your strength is complete, it's perfect
Completely all I need
Sufficient for me
You grace and Your peace are perfect
Completely all I need
You're all I need

In my weakness
I'm finding Your strength
In my sorrow, a gentle embrace
Through the seasons of laughter
or pain, You are listening
When I call out Your name

I'll find you when I seek
I'll look for You with all of my heart
And I'll find You when I'm weak
Cos You are strong

Hear my heart Lord,
as I cry out to You
Hear my prayer Lord,
and carry me through
Carry me through

(Written by Jeremy Camp--Sung by Adie Camp)

Holy Fire

2006-10-15T18:19:00.000-04:00

Holy Fire
Burn away
my desires, for anything
that is not of you
and is of me,
I want more of you and
less of me.

Empty Me
Empty me
and fill, won't you fill me
with you,
with you.

O my Jesus, I will seek your face.

Jeremy Camp

Back from the Mountain Tops

2006-10-10T19:45:00.000-04:00

Do you have a favorite place in the world? I do, I've been lots of places in my life, Yellowstone....no..to much stinkyness, Mount Rushmore, South Dakota.....very historically cool but...fake, Canada......extremely cool.....but it's Canada's people not Canada itself, the clear blue water of Flordia......eww...no, I get to sunburned, like a lobster, Mexico....no... to much suffering, Hawaii, now that's the place to be, wait I haven't been there. How can that be my favorite place in the world?

Oh, I know, the Mountain Tops, Any Mountains really. Specifically Chimney Tops in the Smokie Mountains. That's definantly my favorite spot in the world. It's my offical retreat center eventhough it's a buttload of a hard trail up to the top. The view far outweighs the strain. In Fact, I think I can even measure my life in pictures taken from the summit of this mountain. Chimney Tops just hold so many memories, like my first visit to her shores....Wait, not shores, Julie this is a mountain, when my daddy carried me the whole way cause I was so pooped out. Or more recentally, like last weekend, climbing the mountain with my best friends. Eeeewww, we sang on the mountain top.

Experiences like that just get me...... Even though this past trip, we hikers were consumed in a cloud and could not see the outstanding view, it was a blast. In fact, we could only see each other. Everything else, like the crap in our lives, school, drama, stress, pain, and boringness was covered up by the clouds and we saw only each other. It really makes me realize that my focus should be on my friends and that my ministry in life is to lift them up. Yes school is important but it is only God's way of equiping us to serve others.... In fact, I need to go study some more Cicero, I gotta take a test tommrow and it's gonna be hard......It's just so hard not to be vulnerable on the Mountain Top.

I love that.

Open to the Challenge

2006-10-03T22:32:00.000-04:00

Do you ever feel that you are sitting on the edge of something so much bigger than yourself?

Don't you love when you finally realize that revival isn't about you? You just got to be the lucky ones that actually get to obtain that experience. That it's been three years in the making.

Have you ever realized that you are comletely helpless and unable to act? That you can not change a heart but only pray that that heart will be transformed....

That is revival.

Laundry Day

2006-10-01T15:32:00.000-04:00

Wow, so it's that time of the week again. I have officially run out of clothes to wear. I always run out of pants......I have ton of shirts, enough to clothe two Julies....Oh, the undies and now soxs, I actually wear soxs now cause it's getting colder, they are gone...Yey! Cold weather.... So I'm enjoying my Momma's house infact i'm hanging out here with my brother, Stephen and we watched some football. Good old fall sport. OH, I did some Latin translating....... Etenim si summi viri et clarissimi cives Saturnini et Gracchorum et Flacci......I could translate this for you but I just like to keep you quessing. And plus then I would have to type the whole sentense and that would take forever it's really long.
Home makes me think of the old days, of high school and growing up and I realize how much I have really grown. Yet at the same time, home makes me yearn for the WF cause I know that is my home now. I am reminded that I am a totally different person now and I in all reality like who I have become better than who I was.
So I'm sitting at my momma's puter typing....I needed a break from the latin and the black power (History Book that i'm reading about the civil rights mov't---I'm not trying to be funny or any thing). I'm still in my church clothes cause all my clothes are still being washed. Hopefully I won't be here too awefully long. Oh, I just heard some doors shut....I wonder if my momma and the twins are home from Nashville (they had a band competition--Yep! it's them!!) So.......I'm back to laundry. Clean clothes.............Wait for it, Wait for it. I am waiting for my clean clothes but after the waiting it will all be worth it. My prize: Clothes that smell clean!!!!!!!! Don't you hate it when you stink or your clothes do? Anyways back to the clothes and back to the Latin. HIP!!! HO!!!!!
Love you all bunches.
JU

Contentment and Joy

2006-09-26T22:42:00.000-04:00

So I've realized how content I really am with my life and this stage......College. I am surrounded by some of the best friends that I have EVER had, I am finally studying the subject that I love and still have alittle room to explore. I have read history books NOT required for class.... OK..A little dorky, I know. I have learned that I have musical talent, well maybe just desire outside of viola. I love my roomate and all the wisdom she has given me and we understand each other. I have learned how to provide for myself all the time allowing myself to give......I have managed to balance classes, work, friends, family, youth group, and being an RA. I am content with the future and knowing that things will work themselves out......For goodness sake, I'm a history and latin major, I must be trusting that somebody has me in the palm of his hand. I mean come on....... what can you do with history and latin. I even found the time to plan escapes with my friends on the weekends like going hiking or ice skating (Hince the picture above). I've learned how to be a friend first and then a RA when situatuions arise.

And I've been able to effectively stand up and defend my faith in classes. My mom and I are finally starting to understand our differences and I have learned and finally understood so much of the pain that she has carried all these years. I have found new joys and rediscovered old joys. I have debated topics with my friends and peers that have been untouchable in my heart for many years and I am like always working out my salvation.

I love you all and hope that you all will find the secret of being content. Where there is contentment there is joy.

Hero

2006-09-24T20:16:00.000-04:00

From the Greek cognate ρως, in mythology and folklore, a hero (male) or heroine (female). A hero usually fulfills the definitions of what is considered good and noble in the originating culture. However, in literature, particularly in tragedy, the hero may also have serious flaws which lead to a downfall, e.g. Hamlet. Such heroes are often called tragic heroes.

Here are a list of my heros-----Not in any particular order. Learn new things about me from whom I have chosen as my heros. Because Heros are only created by their followers, they in of themselves are nothing more than mere men or women. All have faults but that makes them all the more worthy. Like Achilles once said about the "gods" is that they (the gods) envy us because we are doomed and that makes life more beautiful. We will never be in this place again...... Well, Jesus was perfect but he doesn't excatly fit the mold....The whole part about him being God's son and everything.

1) Jennifer Knapp---For giving the Christian Music Industry something to export. Music dealing with real issues, real life, and finding God in all of them.
2) Richard the LionHeart---King of England in the medieval period. Gave everything he had fighting for the vision of a Christian Kingdom in the East.
3) Maria Sharapova--- One of the youngest female tennis players to ever win a major tournament. (Wimbleton 2004) That's alot of hard work!
4)Franklin D. Roosevelt--- Even though I am a Republican through and through FDR was my favorite president cause he did what others refused to do and made life bearable through the depression years. He was innovative.
5)Fyodor Dostoevsky---For writing books that mean something and that makes the reader search for what is really important in life.
6) Janet Lynn Walters Duff(my momma)---For after loosing the love of her life managed to keep a family together and raised 4 little kids all by her self. And I think we all, well most of us, I'm not sure about 1, turned out ok.
7)Charles Wesley---The artistic side to the Methodist revolution. Made music that the people could understand. Hymns to the tune of old bar tunes. Pretty cool, eh?
8)Emperor Constantine--- although he was not a christian untill his deathbed he supported the growth of the early Roman church. Later on his son, Emperor ?, made Christianity the offical religion of the Roman Empire.
9)April Thurmond---A friend that showed me that God is still there even when we refuse to accept that. And all the tender love and support she lavished upon me and all the bumed rides and the acceptance of the little high school freshman(me!!). And she in part introduced me to the WF.
10)My LORD and SAVIOR Jesus Christ---The ultimate man, full of love and mercy who gave up his life even in the most brutal way(I know, I've studied the way Romans killed people!)for me....Enough said...

Oh and I forgot two. How could I forget my best friends?

Silly me!!!

Can best friends also be heros?

"smaby"

-23)Weah Catherine Powers---- A best friend who has taught me alot about patience and the tenderness that comes in waiting for Christ to move. Expectational waiting.
-24)Vanessa (G. S. something) Nelson--- A woman who continues to shows me what a Godly woman looks like in today's world.

Stone

2006-09-21T19:36:00.000-04:00

Why do we always stumble over the same stone?
You think that in our endless struggle to make it around the track
that we'd switch lanes to avoid that stone and all the pain that it entails.
But we get our foot caught under some miniscule jagged edge and it
pulls us tumbling down to our knees and we stay in the familiar position till
our fear has lessened and we slowly return to our lane.
How can the enemy use that same tatic of attack in every battle?
That same heart-tearing issue, that same flavor of tears, that same fear?......

_________________________________________________________

So anyways, school is great and time is just flying past. Just to brag alittle, I got a 100% on my first paper back and a 94% on my plant and soil science test. I feel so smart. All my girls here at the dorm are finally settling in and making this their home. Oh, I officially now have a twin, Suzanne, red hair, cool glasses, history major, and likes to sing. How cool is that?! I've been having alot of good discussions with my Leah over our lunch dates on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Today we talked about musicians and the validalty of what they offer the world. I enjoy always being able to talk to her. And occasionally other people will join us on our lunch excursions but I enjoy my people regardless of how many are with us. So at work, I get to work in a real DNA lab and get to do real labwork instead of just being the dishwasher, the label-sticker, the sweeper, the weeder, or the "Julie put these envelopes in order of tray, range, row." It.....the labwork.... makes me feel smart. So ...... random historical fact........Jimmy Carter (President in 1976) was the first American President to be born in a hospital. So giving up orchestra might be a permanent thing. The choir thing has just grabbed hold of my heart and it's not letting go. And the university is so dumb that it's still giving me my scholorship for music.... Hey...I'll take it.
So I love the fall, the leaves changing color, the temperature dropping, football, and hot
chocolate. The fall makes me remmber my dad....... Don't ever take for granted what and who you have. Ok... I think I've rambled on for quite enough now.
Love you all!

Hard to Express

2006-09-17T01:49:00.000-04:00

It's kinda difficult to express where I stand
and even harder to pen words to make you understand.
So much joy is discovered in your presence
and yet that same joy forces a brick wall around my heart.
I am guarded.
A mix of exausted feelings rush in everytime
you don our doors with your presence.
What am I to expect?
Will I be jealous today or will I be
strong enough to realize that you are a reminder?
Just a reminder.
A reminder of something that was once so right,
now vacant from my eyes.
So please excuse my stubbornness and
my adverted eyes and believe my when I
say that I wish I could explain this
rushing madness.
I wish I could understand where I stand.

STORY

2006-09-14T21:18:00.000-04:00

"But in order to make you understand, to give you my life, I must tell you a story."

----Virginia Woof----

If all of life is a story, is mine one that future generations will look to as a quite reminder of hope?

Yes, my characters are stunning enough, most of them crazy and walking beside me for most of my adventures but...

Are my adventures laced with miracles?

Did I do all I could with what I have..........or didn't have?

Will people flock to my story of joy and will they see my Jesus in me?

Cause most all stories boil down to an epic battle of good and the forces of evil.

Why should mine be any different?

Was my story of good triumphing catchy enough?

You, already knowing the ending still read on?

Did you laugh when I dropped my toothpaste in the toliet?

Did you cry when I fell and busted my chin?

Did you rejoice when I recieved that Orchestra medal?

Did you worry the night before my surgery?

Were you moved enough to read from the front to the next pure, crisp, page still waiting to be written?

Now after reading my story.......do you understand?

Pictures...Blessings...Abounding...

2006-09-10T20:33:00.000-04:00

So, This was taken at the WF
hoedown and yes, we danced southern stlye. So anyways, I'm not much of a dancer but I got the chance to lay on the grass and look at a sky full of stars away from the lights of the city. I love stars and me... they don't make me feel small..... but thankful. I don't know why but a night full of stars makes me thankful. Plus I had piggy tails. How cute? I am blessed.

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These two pictures were taken in Red River Gourge at a look out point off the road. Talk about a supurb day. Hiking is my favorite thing in the world and yesterday I hiked with two of my favorite people ever. I quess I shouldn't have favorites...... But......everyone does. We are clean and unsweaty in these pictures but by the end of the hike our shirts were about 3 times as big as when we started. We hiked out 2 miles to this gigantic rock and Davie had a grand old time climbing up this crack to the top. There was no way I was even going to attempt it......It's been so long since I've been rock climbing that bet I wouldn't be any good at it. So anyways I got pictures of this amazing feat, (will be posted shortly)but, I'm sure Davie will blog so I don't want to hinder his glory. Then we got pizza at a little shop by the road, a very aclaimed shop. It was the best pizza I've ever eaten. I was blessed.

And......On top of my personal blessings, My favorite female tennis player, Maria Sharapova won the US Open saturday. How cool is that? What is even cooler is that she is still only 19 years old. Two major titles (Wimbleton 2004) before the age of 20? How have I been able to reach my dreams by the time I'm 20? That makes me think. I am blessed.

The Perfect Post.......And Randomness!

2006-09-06T19:45:00.000-04:00

The Perfect Post is nothing other than a rambling telling you, "the Reader". Eweeeeee.... Smart person terms, the random things that this day held for me.

First there was the harvesting of the struggling wheat heads tired out from their endless struggle to grow in the greenhouse..... (sound effects) Would you agree.. Random for a normal person.
Then there was the counting of the wheat seeds. 65 Grams to be shipped to other colleges and their argiculture programs..... AGAIN......Random.
Lunch was random because I did not see one of my best friends in the UK coffee shop above my classroom. For most people, it's random to meet people they know on this big campus unexpectatly. But not for me, we don't even plan on meeting, we're just always both there! But I open the door and look with expectation to the famous table and poop... No Melissa. How Random......For most normal people?
Then Latin class, definantly not normal for most people, so much in fact that I often am made faces at while I express my love for this dead language....Yes, its dead.....But every love language lives on. Cicero was a funny old man.... So since class is a three times a week occurance, Latin isn't really random but..... Oh, well.
Then my random Agriculture class that serves to fulfill one of my necessary science class. An Ag. class....... How random? But then I guess my work is random also. Shout out to Heather! Go Ag. people.
Random walk home??????? Nope, went and picked Ness up from work, well not really......I walked her home.... Not random.
Then supper, I'm not sure if it's random or not but it's important. Food always is....
Then History class. Ewwwwww. My Favorite. That's right get those commies. I guess I could consider it random cause it only meets once a week.

So that was my random day. I always get excited on the days that I blog cause I think about what to write all day. How dorky is that?!?
Blah.....Blah.........MORE RANDOMNESS

Untittled

2006-09-03T01:17:00.000-04:00

So, I'm sorry I have to go back on my promise and post another serious one.....But, it's short.

Why are the things that are so simple to me, so hard for you to understand? ......
And.....
Why are the things that are so difficult for me, so easy for you?

New Resolve

2006-08-31T16:49:00.000-04:00

So, New Resolve....
As vast as the beautiful South Saskatchewan river and my cool roomie.
As lovely as a single solitary red rose.
As musical as a piano shinning in the sun.
As tasteful as the spring rain on my lips.
As peaceful as still water. (that's not the water above!)

My resolve.......
is.....
to talk to people when I have problems. It's so hard to be vunerable especially when you've had to be strong your whole life. It's a thorn in heart of the strong to be weak. We don't like it but, weakness, and times of weakness are when we grow the most. So my resolve is to stop being so stubborn and talk to people and sometimes I'll still fall back into the "I don't know" mode which really that means, "I'm stalling." And plus, I know that my friends (the ones of you who read this.) love me.

So I'm about to go play raquetball with Davie and hope I play well cause it's been awhile. But it will be fun and I get Davie and Julie time. Then I want to watch a movie maybe or play cards or be stupid or be funny and have a great time, after a shower of course. Maybe we can watch a blood and guts movie, like King Arthur. My movie collection has been growing of late. I've done my homework so HIP!!!!!

Thanks guys, for reading all these serious post of mine recentally. I have always been better at expressing my thoughts through writting than talking to people. I promise that the next post will be funny. And thanks for praying for me, and roomie, thanks for being honest with me, even though I don't think you've made it here yet.
love you all,
JU

Stubbornness

2006-08-28T22:35:00.000-04:00

Why are we humans Stubborn? Why am I so stubborn? Why can't I just get over things? Why?

In latin Stubbornness is subicere, well, that's the infiniate. To be stubborn. Sub in latin means under. Icere means to strike down. So the verb to be stubborn really means to strike down and in some degree to be under the weight of something. Which leads me to think of the word selfish. Cause when we are being stubborn we are really just being selfish.

What's funny is that on the same page in the dictonary is the word submission, which is se(with a slash over it) dedere. So it's reflective (to do to one's self) and the the stem dere is a form of dare which means to give, and de means down from, or out of. So the verb submission in latin means to give out of yourself.

To me it sounds like se dedere is the answer to subicere. So i'm gonna try it and give out of myself. Jealously and selfishness is not cool. Submission is. Funny things happen when you study a true language. (Or when you're trying to come up with a creative post.)There is power behind words and i think that our own English language has lost alot of it.

So just be praying for me.
I love you all.

Have you ever?

2006-08-26T17:46:00.000-04:00

Have you ever wished that someone was older or younger so you could fall in love with them?
Or that you could speed up time or slow it down?
Or travel back in history to visit someone you never got the chance to really know before you lost them?
Have you ever wished that things had gone differently and that you took that chance?
Or what if you had moved to the Soma Islands or North Carolina?
What would have happened, how would history be different?
Will I still have lost you when I was so young?
Have you ever been jealous that the man you loved, loved another?
What is jealously worth?
Did you know, that every other has reminded me of you?
Have you ever wished that you had listened before now?

So, that came out of nowhere....... Just my random ramblings....... That's how my brain works. So I got bleach on my cool Phantom of the Opera shirt. It glows in the dark and now it looks like the mask has a nose bleed. Poop.......

So in a US history class that i'm taking, we had a massive discussion of why we Americans have never had a woman president. While i'm not a big feminist, I still believe that women are underestimated in our society. So my conclusion is that Women do things totally different than men and if a woman was in charge the whole system would be changed. I agree that that is a big risk, and we are afraid of that. We have been conditioned to think under a male dominated society and however much you agree with the system, it has worked and worked effectively since the beginning. Maybe we need alittle change.

Long Awaited Homecoming

2006-08-22T16:31:00.000-04:00

So, after all these summer months I have learned so much about myself. New events changed forever who I was and I met and made some amazing new friends. Their potential in my life is astounding. They have been my joy and my crown. But now, my friends of old are returning and once again finding themselves in my story. I guess, really our own story is made readable by the other characters in the plot line. These long loving friends are the ones that I would have no trouble bleeding for. This week is the peak of my summer. My long awaited homecoming.

My best friend and one of the few women in my life, that I can truely talk to and open my heart to, is back from a vacation to North Carolina. She lets me ramble on about the faults of Braveheart and I love the extent of her passion for stories and memories and what we humans can learn from fiction.

My roomate of old, regardless of our mishaps and confusion is hopefully back for good. All the fun games and gyspy wagon paint that covered my hands and feet so long ago. And the potential for renewed love seems somehow now possible.

The one guy in my life, outside of family that I can trust with my heart is home from his far but not so distant summer. Out of a somewhat God secluded dorm room, he is a new man with a renewed vision of his role in God's kingdom.

The lone ranger, who I trust enough to marry one of my closest friends. And the memories of sword fighting in the dorm hall and of musical jams. He's back from the vastness of the west.

My best friend, driving through the open American heartland now, a woman who continues to open her heart and has shown me how to be a Godly woman in the midst of our crazy world. And her laugh and joy is finally coming home.

My roomie, who has taught me numerous times of God's glory. One of the few people in this world that I could have driven all the way to Canada with and not got fusterated with. A woman who, kept her God given coolness in the midst of chaos.

Yep, summer is over and my friends are finally coming home. The old and the new have a chance to mix into something much grander. Isn't that exciting?

Pretty Pecious Pictures Pertaining to this Period of my Personality

2006-08-18T16:53:00.000-04:00

So, lets see if I can do this. The title was pretty profitable in terms of the letter P..........

Picture #1
So the Ping Pong game with my plesant buddy, the peaceful Davie, was sometimes productive but other times pretty perposterous. Eventhough my skills were potentally powerful, my opponent prospered 4 out of 6 attempts. We had a prime time in our proud lives.

Picture #2
Ping Pong tables produce new friendships with princely young men who also have a proficiency in the principles of history. Potentially, future conversations will pop up. The princely man's name is Elijah.

Picture #3
There will be a provocative eye-poping campus event this very peaceful night. A prime time to make more primary friends. All the campus minstries productively working together.

Picture #4
(Ok, i give up! The letter P is not my friend anymore. Can i please just talk normal now?)
There are always meetings that consume my time and my sleep and my friend hours but I complain only to find that during these events I continue to be blessed by my father and tighten my grip on his vision for this year. And I am taught of his glory.

Picture #5
Julie sitting at the computer writing this to you!

What I've learned

2006-08-16T18:09:00.000-04:00

Well, summer is over. At least for me it is. No more long days of absolutely nothing to do, or beautiful days out in the center of a sun baked wheat field. Responsibility has found it's way back into my life and i'm shoved into a new role. It's a new kind of freedom I never expected to find. Change is upon me and now I have little choice. Am I ready? Did i learn my lessons? So here are the top 25 things i learned this summer? And of course some of them are funny, others sad, others quite refreshing, and some of them breathtaking......
Here we go......

25) Scottish accents are really funny late at night.
24) Comupters are wonderful things....Connections.
23) If you look for friends, you are going to find them.
22) Terrisom is the action of the weak.
21) Cute boys love Jesus too.
20) Inaccutate historical movies are still entertaining.
19) To be effective witnesses, you have to step out into the unknown.
18) Tennis is not a sport for the faint-hearted.
17) Even musicians struggle with rhythms...... sometimes.
16) Youth are looking for truth with all that they are.
15) Just because a band doesn't scream God, doesn't mean it isn't christian.
14)Tattoos don't hurt.
13) They are really more annoying.
12) Just because a guy says something doesn't mean that's what he intends to do.
11) Classic majors have to stick together.
10) Racism is still an issue.
9) Saskatoon is a far way away.
8) Sometimes, God comes before even family.
7) Where to draw the line between always giving and never receaving.
6) Girls on the average enjoy some shade of green.
5) I'm addicted to Ale-8.
4) True happiness is Jesus.
3) History is living. (along with Latin)
2) My friends are my family.
1) God put me in leadership because he thinks i'm ready. It doesn't matter what I think. He knows me better than I know myself. And He is faithful. Only Him. There is freedom in letting go and saying yes, I'll serve.

Yep, I'm ready. Fall is here.
love yall,
Ju

Congressional Medal of Honor!

2006-08-14T19:21:00.000-04:00

If Davie gets the Purple Heart, then i get the Congressional Medal of Honor. (Must read Davie's blog.) I saved two people today. So at a ceremony, the story of how the recipiant earned the medal is told and since i'm giving myself that medal i guess that i should explain.

First, I saved my momma. She had to get a colonascopy today and i have no idea if that is spelled right but all i know is that you get a probe stuck up your butt to look at your insides. So of course they put you to sleep, and when my momma woke up afterwards, she was so loopy. Can i say that again? Loopy.... MY mom who is very not-loopy was loopy. I was driving her home and she decides that she wants to go get some food so we went and i was praying the whole time that she wouldn't fall asleep and drop her head into her food. BUt, things went well and we made it home ok and her insides are swell. She would have never made it out of the bed, without me!

Second, I saved my best friend. She had absent-mindedly left some very important documents that are nessecary for taxes in the grand old USA when she fled the country in June. So, i've kinda been on the lookout since my own visit to this unsaid country for these secret documents but today i was bound and determined. I really wanted this medal. SO... I looked high and low, wide and deep into a plastic box under this person's bed and there they were. So i completed the mission and handed over these documents via telephone wire. But me, being obsessed with pictures discovered this picture when i dug to the depths of the box so after all that work i decided i should post it and besides, it's cute.

So, thank you for your support and i will gladly accept this medal on behalf of the United States of America.
More to come shortly.................
JU

Science?

2006-08-13T19:07:00.000-04:00

Hey guys, I'm smart. Today i figured out how to post pictures.....Well, it's not really that hard but the other one i had to place it in the template. That Computer programing class in high school is finally paying off and all these things make sense to me. What do you know, My brain and science still mix. Math is something that never worked to me though. I was born to be a writer and a reader and sometimes a musician for the fun of it. No more science. HIP!!! So anyways this is my favorite picture that i own..... well other than the few pictures that i have with my Dad, Like the one of me on his shoulders.

So....... Terrorism sucks. But the British are awesome and like usual some other country had to save our behinds cause us Americans aren't the best at getting the whole picture in our heads. So if you haven't heard, Tony Blair, the prime minster and his governmental dudes stopped a plot by these guys that were flying from London to LA and were going to set off bombs on the way. They were all going to get on different planes and there was like 20 of them. IT could have been potentially a terrible thing. So anyways we are on the highest terrorist alert since 9-11. It sucks to travel now. No carry on bags or anything period. Just wallets and keys. What is this world coming to? And what am i suppost to do?

Some of my girls have allready moved into the WF and the fall has begun. School starts the 23. I'm taking 2 history classes so i'm sure yall will get to hear interesting historical facts, like what my profile says. Yes, i'm a dork and i'm cool. Well, i gotta go be RA now. Got a meeting.
Love you all,
JU

The Hipity Hop Hipsters of my Church Youth Group!

2006-08-11T16:24:00.000-04:00

So, i thought it's time for a nice story and a few of you are probably wondering where my usage of the HIP.......HO...... came from and i wanted to blog again cause it makes me super happy. My own little words.... Going out into a much larger world. *tear* Comon' little guys, be brave. So......grab some popcorn and a soda, yes, i said soda. Pop, for you Canadians. How about we compromise and call it "soda pop". Sounds good to me. So anyways, here's the story. oh, i gotta grab some mountain dew myself. Awh.... that's better.

So once upon a time at my church we had a youth pastor named Britt. Yes, Britt is a guy but, he's from Texas so that explains alittle bit of his wierdness but also his coolness. HE is and was the best worship leader i have ever heard and an amazing guitar player from who I learned my own humble guitar skills. Anyways, he would really get into it and the spirit would move through that man. You know how some singers will throw in a "Yeah" or something to be dramatic, Britt would whisper HIP. Eventually we caught on and the youth would respond, HO. It got to be such a thrilling event that now after Britt is gone back to Texas, *tear* the tradition still continues. Every week when i lead, the tradition continues on. Some of the younger kids, who never knew Britt, don't really catch it's significance but they enjoy it. And so now, We have had groups that pass through and they bring the tradition with them. So, the HIP and the HO have made it all over the country as well as Canada. (I Hope!)

So that's the end. You guys, i'm crying. I'm so moved. My mountain dew or as you all say, dew fuel is a bit salty from all the tears. So there you go my little words. Make someboday laugh.
love you guys and hopefully my cbox won't die again. Oh, Ness, i talked to your momma last night. It was nice to hear momma Nelson's voice. I can't wait till you get home. And Heather, i'm so happy that we still have little converstations and you have become my friend. Yet another of my canadians. Man, i'm going all international and stuff.
JU

GREAT FEW WEEKS

2006-08-09T17:35:00.000-04:00

So these weeks are great and times are

traveling down the beaten path.

Work is accomplished and the bills

are paid.

Future friendships are being made...

over the telephone wire; hallmate.....Amy.

Books are moved, rearranged to be

joined by their singing relatives.

There are times of meeting the new hands

of power and catching hold of a vision,

so much grander and wider than I have known.

I'm sitting and trying hard not to fall asleep as my mind

wonders off to ancient times of tournaments and truces,

all the while, the balance reads 5 grams.

And like always, I'm waiting for the return of a

best friend but,other than that,

these weeks have been great.

Some Day I'll be a professional Tennis Player

2006-08-07T21:44:00.000-04:00

Some day i'll be a professional tennis player,
but it's certaintly not today.

I took my twin brothers, John and Phil to play tennis tonight and man are we bad. Well, i should emphasize that after about 30 minutes in this 100 degree ( around 34ish or 35ish) heat, I was pretty crappy at my favorite sport. Phil and I digressed to just trying to peg John but, the harder we tried, the better we became at actually playing. We were hitting shots no where near him. But we had fun and the cold shower afterwards was refreashing. That is one of my favorite feelings in the world- showers after working out. And anyways why would i want to be a professional player right now, My favorite female player is dating my most hated male player. Comon' Maria, you could do better than Andy. So i guess, i'll just stick to doing what i do best........Being a loud and funny friend.

Love you all,
JU