I like to eat, eat, pork chops and potatoess
O loke to oat, oat, pork chops ond pototoes
Ee leek tee eet, eet, peerk cheeps eend peeteetees
Oo look too oot, oot, poork choops oond pootootoes
Friday, August 29, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
skills
So, things are really going quite well. I'm really super excited about the two honors classes I have this semester, that include English 200H and public speaking. I really am excited about the challenge that each one will present. Other than those two I have a pretty basic math class and a music class that should be quite a breeze, for a while anyway, just considering my clarinet skills. haha ;-)
Tonight I went to the BCM building just to interact and whatnot because they were having an open house; I pretty much fell in love with the atmosphere (although camp definitely has it topped, no questions asked!). But I'm meeting tons of great and new people through it and I was quite excited to have reached out of my dorm room with my two suitemates and roommate. Speaking of them, thankfully we all get along, but none of them are exactly aligned with me spiritually or willing to say that they would like to be. The Lord is working through all of this, and I attempt to shine brightly for God and his kingdom through every action. I have to be so intentional about my actions.
Tonight I went to the BCM building just to interact and whatnot because they were having an open house; I pretty much fell in love with the atmosphere (although camp definitely has it topped, no questions asked!). But I'm meeting tons of great and new people through it and I was quite excited to have reached out of my dorm room with my two suitemates and roommate. Speaking of them, thankfully we all get along, but none of them are exactly aligned with me spiritually or willing to say that they would like to be. The Lord is working through all of this, and I attempt to shine brightly for God and his kingdom through every action. I have to be so intentional about my actions.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
write me a letter. seriously.
that would be amazing. just be sure to include you include your return address if you want me to write you a letter back. Here's my address.
Stephanie Moore
Campus #1151
5130 East Palmetto Street
Florence, SC 29506
Stephanie Moore
Campus #1151
5130 East Palmetto Street
Florence, SC 29506
Friday, August 15, 2008
my lover?
"if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends"
-Wannabe, Spice Girls
seriously?
let me just say that if anyone wanted to be my lover the way to my heart would not be to get the hook up with my friends. what a wack lyric.
The Spice Girls have always made me laugh.
-Wannabe, Spice Girls
seriously?
let me just say that if anyone wanted to be my lover the way to my heart would not be to get the hook up with my friends. what a wack lyric.
The Spice Girls have always made me laugh.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sovereign.
I think people continually forget just how sovereign God is.
Everyone questions why particular, usually bad, things happen. They have a fit over it and, more often than not, it is just a matter of waiting for the good to come from it before people end the questioning of why that particular incident happened. Why does it take this long questioning process to help people understand? God didn't suddenly appear. He had his majestic hand on the situation the entire time. He knew what he was doing.
Bad things happen for God's glory.
If not, what would He save us from?
Everyone questions why particular, usually bad, things happen. They have a fit over it and, more often than not, it is just a matter of waiting for the good to come from it before people end the questioning of why that particular incident happened. Why does it take this long questioning process to help people understand? God didn't suddenly appear. He had his majestic hand on the situation the entire time. He knew what he was doing.
Bad things happen for God's glory.
If not, what would He save us from?
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
overwhelmingthoughts.
not black hair
I dream of him--
I wonder if he thinks of me
because
my love for him could fill the sea.
Beckoning my soul
I feel the invisible
strings.
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