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Birthday: 1/30/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: What interests don't I have?!?!
I love everything, especially meeting other believers, furthering my knowledge in God and seeking His Glorification. Seeing God's amazing Creations...the list is never ending!
OH! OH! Chocolate and ice cream and brownies(esp. topped with strawberries) and great bread, and steak and potatoes and ya' know! The wonderful things that widen your hips! haha :) Music(German, Latin Italian, French...)
I can't wait to see where God takes me throughout my days.
I am a home-schooled Senior! Am attending a local Junior College, and looking forward to the future!
Expertise: Oldest of 5 children, and the school teacher of two of my little brothers! Played the piano for five years, and taught for two. Love life...enjoy everything possible. Preparing myself for the one God has for me. HUMOR!!!
I love to sing,be on stage,laugh,exercise,play soccer,just to name a few of my many passions. *i'm a people person* Oh, thought you might wanna know I'm an expert at changing diapers! lol
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
4/11/2005
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|  N. D. Wilson on N. D. Wilson
(because if I have to write it, I refuse to do so in the third person) I was born in 1978 to a couple of Jesus People hippies. An older sister was waiting for me. A younger followed. My father accidentally became a pastor (it's a long story and I was very young) and has been one ever since. I remember attending church in a large auto body shop, with a beer truck pulled off to the side and frogs and crickets singing back-up. I also remember chasing one of my friends around afterward, and causing her to fall and peel open her chin on the concrete. After that, I caught her easily. In pre-school, I dug up a dead (and at that point furless) cat in my sandbox. We never learned who had buried it, but I would like to thank them. It was an exciting day. I carried it to the kitchen door of our duplex and told my mother that I had discovered a chicken. My father helped to found a school with a classical emphasis, which I attended K-12. I have a real fondness for the classics (ancient and modern) as a result. Through my elementary years I spent innumerable hours enjoying and getting into trouble with my friend Joe Casebolt. He lived on the edge of town with creek, large barn, fields, and abandoned rock quarry readily available. We floated the creek on a large chunk of Styrofoam (and sank), went fishing (and got caught) in a bull pasture, collected dozens of mouse skulls (from owl pellets), and took possession of the abandoned combine in the the old quarry. In some elementary grade or other, we were assigned a class presentation on the subject of religion. We constructed an idol (of sorts) out of legos and when the time came we walked calmly to the front of the room, bound a lego-man to a popsicle stake, and lit him on fire. His head swelled up nicely. I couldn't tell you what grade we received, but our classmates approved. Speaking of fire, when I was in sixth grade, my mother gathered the family around the television to watch a documentary entitled "The Story of English". Instead, after noticing the kitchen light flick off, I investigated, and found the ceiling crackling merrily. The roof burned off, we avoided finishing the documentary, and then we went to live with some friends who were house-sitting for someone else. The backyard was a large pond, and over that summer, I became closely acquainted with turtles, streptococcus and penicillin shots in the rear end. After my turtle-and-shot period, after high school and college, I met (it's complicated), a surfer girl from Santa Cruz, California. And I love her. Never having desired to be entirely governed by reason, I asked her to marry me one month after we met, and I offered her my great-grandmother's ring. In a momentary but sufficient lapse of judgment, she took it, and I haven't stopped smiling since. At least not for long. Now, we have four imaginative and jolly children, and they serve as our primary source of entertainment. Not everything I write is for children, but all of it is childish. I love the dark flavor of Flannery O'Connor and the supra-realism of Borges, though I can't help but try to add the laughter of G. K. Chesterton. P. G. Wodehouse and C. S. Lewis have been with me my entire life, and always will be. J. R. R. Tolkien cannot be imitated. Now you know me. But not really. Because I left out all the joy of the dinner table, how my parents read and inked everything I wrote, and the collective imagination that I shared (and share) with my sisters. You haven't heard about the fabulous eight months during which I had a dog named Tyler, or my Grandfathers' war stories, or anything about birthdays or Christmas. And there's nothing in here about Zorro. Oh, well. | | |
| Tuesday, October 03, 2006
I think I just made the best, worst decision of my life.
Or the worst, best decision. I don't know yet.
May the Lord be blessed!
This was a post last year by yours truly...
I have only told few people the meaning behind it... but I think it appropriate timing now, to let it out!
This day was a dark and sad day for miss erin...after much inner turmoil, I decided to ask Benjiman to stop calling me. I was getting in over my head, and he was just being a kind brother in Christ calling almost daily to check on my family, who had been going through some grave changes. Emotions were running amuck and this was all I could think after telling him to stop: I just completley ruined the best thing in my life.
Well, as most of you know, the Lords will always prevails, and almost two months later Benjiman called me to get "feelings" out in the open and we have been talking and growing closer ever since! Praise Jesus that it was all put together!
Let His will be done in all areas of life!
Grace and Peace, erin
Mark 5:34
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| I am writing this note, because I have been havnig an urge to write! I miss it tremendously since I am no longer in English in college and don't take the time to write on here nor xanga! Also, I know you are all quite busy so I will attempt to make this a short entry!
I have been pondering my life the past week or so, not in a negative way,just thinking! What is my purpose? What makes me press on? Why do I spend time doing what I do? Why are certain things more important than others? To what do I devote time and effort? Do I aimlessly travel to end up seeking nothing but personal enjoyment? What is the reason I live?
The first question in the shorter catechism has, since I was a wee girl, always given me enough of an answer to be content. What is man's chief end? Man's chief end is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.
Plain enough? Right!?
Anyone who knows me very well will remember that not always the plain things give me the satisfaction that I long! ha! I seek more of an answer, one that I will always remember, and one that is fun, different, and personable. Ask me not why, that's just my colorful personalitycoming out!
Getting to the REAL thoughts... I have been looking a lot at clouds! How amazing they are! Texas has been getting drenched the past month, and many days the sun goes down after a heavy thunderstorm leaving the sky an absolutely gorgeous and impressive array of colors! Leaving me, the amazed child, in absolute awe of the Creator.
Don't think of me as silly, but Tuesday night I was driving West, and was pleased to see a beautifully set sky above me! There were some odd formations and as I looked closer I saw seperate clouds, one above the other. The lower one was a long horizontal line with one large bulge going up in the middle. The higher was the same, yet the bulge on this one was going down. The longer I stared (keeping mind to watch the road on occasion!) the more the shapes came to mind. The upper bulge looked like a hand! HONEST! It was almost as if there was a picture in the sky of God lowering His hand down to a needy, helpless follwer. I had tears form in my eyes! It was amazing. Not only were the colors enough to make ones heart melt, but it was as if there was a special message in the sky. God watches His people, and reminds us daily that he is holding us and is in complete contol!
Today, as I read my Psalms, so many verses were jumping toward me!
One of which made me stop and think for a while.
Psalm 34:8:
Oh Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him!
Why did David say(sing) this? Can our senses detect His goodness? SURE they can!
Amazing as it is, God gave us senses to enjoy many things on earth, one of which is HIM! How often we forget that this is crucial to our relationship with Him! I know I do! All 5 senses can be used to worship Him as well as give Him all the glory!
I am not trying to preach to you all! No, I am the least one to be telling you all what to do! I am, however, in some sense attempting to encourage you in something that I realized as of late!
Don't forget to Praise His Holy Name! Use what He has given you as tools.
This is not the answer to all my questions, for it would take more time than I have at this time! It is, however, something that helps me to know that Christ my Father and I will worship and serve Him, as I am comanded, all the days of my life! For this time and place, that is enough of an answer!
Hebrews 10:24-25
As Amy Grant sang in singing praise to the King:
El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
El-Elyon na Adonai,
Age to age You're still the same,
By the power of the name.
El Shaddai, El Shaddai,
Erkahmka na Adonai,
I will praise you 'till I die,
El Shaddai.
I hope you ALL are well!
May you seek and pursue peace,
Your sister in Christ, erin
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| California... California... you're only a day away!!!!!!! YEAH for Angie and Coleman who will soon become Mr. and Mrs. C. Jennings!!!!! WHOOO HOOOO I will be attending the wedding and then hanging with my beloveds... Melissa, Molly, and of course the Jennings Clan... so give me a shout and we'll see what we can do! (I plan to be at the Wednesday Bible Study in SJ!) In Him alone... now and forevermore! | | |
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