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I covet your responses to this entry from way back when.
Trust me, I'm not poking anyone or feeling ill toward anyone about this. I totally understand how life can grab you by the collar and whisk away a whole semester. You may have noticed I'm not around LJ much, these days. So I'm not mad at anyone, even if you gave me a time and missed it. I feel you have done me no wrong. Life is like this.
But I'm still eager to learn the answers to my questions, so if any of you reading this have time now, or in the future, please take a look at the earlier entry and leave me a comment.
In short, it basically says this:

• Right or wrong, I wonder if there is material value to some (certainly not all) of the entries I've written in my LJ over the past six years.


• Writing is work, and it's fair to be paid for work, and someone might benefit from something I've written.


• I have the means to produce writing on a fairly consistent basis, provided the motivation to do so (someone cares that I write entries rather than not write entries).


• I am considering a collection of my best writings.


• I don't know what are the best ones, so please tell me. I don't know if this idea is totally off-base, so if you think it's stupid/conceited/pointless, tell me that.

By the by, does anyone have a suggestion for the best means of publishing something like this?

I'm thinking about removing a page from my Web site.
It's the one in the Hand section that lists my interests. I'm thinking about removing it because my interests go far beyond what I can hope to list, and the levels of my interest in a particular subject go through an ebb and flow, sometimes to the point of making an interest one of my interests or not one of my interests.
Because such a list is inherently inaccurate and not inclusive, I think I should remove it.
What are your thoughts on the subject? Is there something I can do to improve the list, or should I remove it?

And I have to think about the purpose the list serves, if any. I put it up because I thought it might, like the LJ interest lists, serve to show someone who comes across me what kinds of things I like, and that it might thereby lead them to make contact with me.
But I think that truly no one is looking for me through the Internet, or at least, not through my Web site.
I deeply want to meet new people in my area and make friends and meet my future wife. I think, however, that this page is not doing anything to further that, so it has no legitimate purpose on my site.
What are your thoughts on this?

Are there other pages on my site that give no useful information?

Do you think I'm a strong man? Do you think I have all my ducks in a row? Do you think I am a spiritual giant?
I hope none of you think I am any of those things, because I'm not.
I'm a scared and frightened little child. I'm insecure and uncertain of myself and my future. I'm not strong or secure, and I'm tired of pretending. It's stupid to pretend, because my strength doesn't matter. It's God's strength that will carry me through whatever I face in my life.
You might wonder why I would pretend to be strong in the first place, knowing that God's strength is best displayed when I am weak. It's quite simple. I want to be strong for my wife. I want to be attractive to her as a protecter and provider. But that's silly; the woman I want to marry will be more impressed that I rely fully on God for my strength and my ability to protect her and provide for her and our children than she would be by my strength were it a hundred times the average man's.
So I should not pretend that I am a paragon of strength or that I can provide for anything in my limited energy. All people are dependent on God's loving providence to deliver into their hands the means to feed and clothe themselves honorably. Some people cheat to acquire their livelihood, but they are definitely not relying on God for their provision, and those who willfully sin to get their bread and clothing and more than they need cannot reasonably expect God's protection from calamity.
But I digress.
I am not strong. I am weak. I am a frightened little child lost in a wood. I am nothing and know nothing. If there be any good thing in me, it is what God has given me, and it is not of myself.

I've been struggling lately with what to do with my life.
I've been adrift on this question, more or less, since I left high school. Except for mission trips and my first two years of college, I guess I've been wondering what I should be doing the rest of that time.
See, my family has no family business. My mother taught elementary school, and my father was a sheriff's deputy. There was no family business for me to follow in. I want to live and work for Jesus in whatever I do, but that does little to make the decision clear, because Christians can serve God in their work in almost any field. I asked God what He wants me to do for a career. I asked my friends to pray for me and tell me what God told them about me. The response I got back more than any other response was that God wants me to pick a path; that He will help me with it.
I have multiple talents. It's sort of nice that I can help people in a variety of ways, but having multiple options for a career is not pleasant. I know that may seem crazy to some people, but it stinks to have so many options you don't know where to start. I'm sort of a jack-of-all-trades. I'm not skilled enough at enough things to be a Rennaissance man.
And I have limitations. Because of certain factors of my life, I am uncomfortable with the prospect of handling food preparation for strangers. Because of my body thermostat, I can't work outside regularly. Because of my lack of depth perception, I can't fly fighter planes and am uncomfortable with driving large vehicles. Because of my sinus problems, I will probably never become a DJ, not that DJs do what they used to.
I'm not complaining I can't do anything. Far from it, these limitations still leave an intimidating number of options on the career buffet. They just represent a few of the things I might have chosen to do.
My best skills, for what it is worth, better or worse, are in thinking about things and then talking about them. Ironically, that seems to be, from the hype in the media and in the classroom, a large part of the new economy. Unfortunately, no one has offered me a job doing it.
And I must have work. I cannot simply do this for a side ministry, because I must eat, and no one has offered to support me as a missionary to... the Internet? I don't think I could accept the offer if it came. And in addition to supporting myself, I still need a fairly stable income to be attractive to a responsible woman.
I have not met my wife yet, but I want her to be confident I can support my family, however many people end up being in it.
I have a pressing, even haunting desire to not waste this time I've been given. And in all of this, I am still, though I have been an adult for over a decade, a small and frightened child, watching and listening to hear what would please my Father.
I want my life to be wholly devoted to God.
Which is my current question. Am I going in the right direction preparing for a stable job in a career as a copy editor? Or am I wrong in that, and should I instead be focusing all my efforts on completeing more novels, on getting them published, and on getting people to buy them and read them?
Nothing is clear to me between these two. And the nagging question comes whether the choice should even be between these, or if I should be doing something else. It is a terrible burden to have an important choice under your umbrella of responsibility.
Who am I? And what should I be doing with this life I have?

This journal is now over six years old. It started on Sept. 2, 2001.
  Over the past several months, I've been thinking about the value of my journal. What I mean by that is not that I'm wondering what use it has but that I'm wondering what might be the material value of the things I've written.
  I realize that this will seem to some as a conceited or mercenary thing to wonder, but I do wonder it, reasonable or unreasonable as it may be. And having wondered, I must ask the questions I have, so that if, perchance, someone else has the answer, I might be edified. Right or wrong, I have wondered these things.
  I don't want to waste my time producing things that have so little value to others that nobody would be willing to pay for their production. And the production of these essays and other entries does consume an appreciable amount of time, i.e., it does fit the criteria of being work. And the worker is worthy of his hire. I realize that many of the things I have written in this journal have had a positive effect on someone's life. I know because I have had people comment saying that it is so. Writing is work, and it might be possible for me to be paid for this work, and some of the things I've written have been of benefit to someone.
  Not recently, but earlier in the year, I set and met a goal for myself of posting at least one entry every day for a whole month. While not all of the entries have been good entries, I have managed to post one real entry every day for the space of a whole month. I reason that being able to produce one entry every day for a month (and having at the end of the month more than one topic awaiting expansion into an entry) means that I could write a daily column for some entity in exchange for a monetary benefit. I have the means to produce writing on a consistent basis, if I have a motivation to do so.
  Having decided that it seems not unreasonable that I might receive some compensation for my works, I am left with the question of how to do this. I have not been approached by anyone wishing to publish my work in their publication, so I don't plan to look for the daily column outlet. And I'm not in any way suggesting that I am thinking of starting a commercial commentary site. I am not seeking to transform what I do here on my journal into a paycheck. I am not going friends-only and locking out people who don't wish to pay for my rantings, quite apart from the fact that I could by no means do that on LiveJournal. No, I think the best route for me, if it be that my writings here have any material value, is to publish a compilation of the best of my writings. I am considering a collection of my best writings.
  I am not the person to decide what the cream of my crop is. After all, as the author of these writings, I am probably likely to consider them in a better light than anyone else, being dissatisfied with very few of the serious entries. Because of this, I need outside opinions. I need your help. Please tell me about your favorite entries I've written. Please tell me if there is any entry that would improve your chances of buying a collection if you saw it within a book in the store. Please tell me which entries you think should be in a paperback collection.
  Please tell me whether you think I am completely misguided in thinking that there is material value to the things I've written here in my journal over the past six years.
Those who help with this will receive a mention on the acknowledgments page of the book.

  There has been a spring in my step this past week. That isn't actually true, but there have been a lot of moments during the past week when I have caught myself walking with a light and joyful step.
  I wouldn't say this is uncharacteristic. I'm not normally a guy who is down in the dumps. I have a bouyant personality. I'm the guy who's rarely down but almost never perky. I have never been the type of guy who is so cheerful it annoys other people. I sit like a bobber on a fishing line, never pulled under the surface for long, but rarely seen in the air above the surface. I don't notice the general cycle of ups and downs in my life that are common in the lives of most people.
  I'm different.
  I'm rarely far from the baseline. But I didn't start out to write about myself and my tendency to be of flatter moods than is normal. I started out to write that I've been catching myself, and noting with pleasure, my generally upbeat mood in recent days. I lost some weight in Poland and got a good walk almost every day I was gone. But I don't think those things had as much effect on me as simply being in the mission field. I love helping others. But maybe that's not it, either. I don't really understand it, because at the same time as I was on the mission trip, I was feeling the weight of some concerns. I think Christ's churches are not doing enough in missions. I think too many people are ignoring the commission of Jesus to go into the world. I think I ought to be doing more to remind people that missions is for everyone, not just those called to live in Africa or other countries for their careers. And I think a lot of missions is poorly done.
  So, really, my joy surpasses understanding. Maybe God has simply blessed me this past week with a light heart.
  Proverbs says that hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life. I had a desire fulfilled today. I know this is a silly desire, and it wasn't a profound one for me, and it is nothing compared to my heart desire to know my future wife's name, but it did make me very happy to finally see it arrive. Let me make absolutely clear that this is not something I consider important but merely long-awaited.
  You see, in the spring semester, I worked on the campus newspaper as a copy editor. Early in the semester, I also took on the position of Web editor. These positions, on top of a full load of courses, made the semester more complicated and difficult than what I should have taken on at one time. I'm at fault for overscheduling myself, but I enjoyed the experience. But at the end of the semester, I felt like death warmed over, because I really did overextend myself. Anyway, because of a paperwork mix-up, I only got paid for the Web position. At the end of the semester, I finally discovered that the paperwork mix-up had not been resolved. Eventually, I got it straightened out and left a note with the person who could do the final steps to make sure I got paid.
  On Saturday, my check arrived.
  I had decided at the end of the semester what I would do with the check. After God's part and a part for my IRA, I dfigured I would have just enough left over for a Wii game console, an extra controller set, two GameCube controllers (because I have a GameCube game), and the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess for the Wii.
  So on Saturday, I called around to the local Wal-Marts and EB Games stores. Nobody had the console. EB Games said to try back on Monday.
  On Monday, I called EB Games, but they hadn't gotten any in. So, I decided to visit Wal-Mart every day. I had some pictures that I needed to get reprinted, since I'd given the original prints to another member of the team, or to the pastor in Poland. So, this is what I did. No consoles on Monday. No consoles on Tuesday. Went in this morning, and they didn't have any. I asked one of the associates if they were being bought up by people selling them on the Web or if there were just that many people who wanted one. He said there were that many people.
  So, I ran some other errands while waiting for the developer to finish the pictures. By now, I had reached the point where I was willing to wait a little bit, but I was beginning to wonder if it would be Christmas before I got to the store while they had one in. On my return, I checked electronics first, and they had the consoles! The associate said they'd arrived about five minutes earlier. So, I bought one, along with the accessories I'd planned for. I had $2.00 left from my check. Hehe.
  So, I now own one of those awesome consoles with the really stupid name. And I'm a very happy man. I know I could have spent the money on more lofty things, but I really did want this game console. It's not like I regularly buy console games as they come out. The last console I bought new before May of this year (when I got half a PS/2 for an early birthday present (I asked for a Wii, but I also had games for the PS/2, so we got that instead)) was a Super Nintendo Entertainment System. And I only have three games for that system. I'm not what you'd call a serious console gamer. I like Nintendo's new console because it's truly different. It does things none of the others do. It promotes movement rather than couch potato sitting. It plays GameCube games, of which I have one or two. And the games for Nintendo's console are for everyone, not just the hardcore gamers, so they're game I have fun playing.
  And this next semester is going to be tough, so I'm glad to have something like this for relaxation and energy catharsis. I think I have made a good choice in this console.
  But I forgot to pick up my photos from processing. Oops.
  When I got home, I set up the console and played a game of bowling with my mother. Neither of us did a stellar job. I won the game, but she got a higher skill rating than I did. I messed around a bit with the fitness section and the training section. Then I loaded the game that was a large part of my desire to get this console. I played that for a while, and I got almost all the way through parts I had seen other people play. I'm a bit of a fan of the Zelda series, and Twilight Princess has lived up to my expectations, for the most part. I'm pleased with this game, and with the whole purchase.
  I have to admit, as low-key as I normally am, that I've been excited about this since Saturday, when my check arrived. It's not often that I get excited.
  I hope that your day has been wonderful. I hope that you have been blessed. Now I'm going to think about writing some things about missions. Catch you later. :)

As I've progressed in my adult years, I've made efforts to be more calm, to be less hasty, and to be more circumspect.
As a result, I have gotten into the habit of walking more slowly than I used to. I used to walk with purpose even when I was not heading somewhere. Now, I tend to mosey along as though I had nowhere to go. I can get away with this because I have such long legs.
Unfortunately, I think walking more slowly has resulted in my burning fewer calories than I used to.
I think I need to start walking faster. Not only will it burn more calories and get me to my destinations faster, but it will also give my gait an illusion of purpose other people are sure to admire. ;)
I do like walking, fast or slow. But I think it best if I walk quickly when I am not strolling with someone.

[Edit: removed 0% line that doesn't seem to be accurate.]

I'm not who I pretend to be.
To begin with, I should admit that. I've been pretending to be someone for many years, and I'm simply not that man.
I'm not a loner. I claimed to be all through high school, but I wasn't. I was an outcast but never a loner. I wasn't alone by choice. I tolerated it easily, but I never chose it. I only claimed to be a loner because loners are more romantic than outcasts, or so I thought. I'm a social man. I love being around people who respect me. Yes, I strongly dislike large crowds, but I don't like being alone. I've simply tolerated it for so long that I only notice it half the time, but I hunger and thirst after companionship. I'm a social man, not a loner.
I'm not shy. I don't think I've really claimed being shy lately, but I'm not. I only come across as shy because I'm picky about what I spend time discussing, so I don't talk much in social settings. Small talk doesn't come easily to me, because I see little value in it, but the other side of that is that not all small talk is what we think of this weather we've been having lately, and the stuff that's not in that vein has connectional value. I'm still working on getting a handle on finding out people's interests so we can actually talk about things of substance. But when I do get that conversation that sparks something else, I can talk to someone for hours. And I am picky about who I engage in coversation. Respect is very high on my priority list, and I like talking to people who respect me and others, but I generally don't like talkign to people who are disrespectful. I need to change my behavior, because people who act disrespectfully often need good companions more than those who are polite. And that may be because I'm a bit introverted, but I'm not shy. I'm not shy. I'm just a little too picky about conversation.
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I'm not good at debate, I get tripped up easily, and there's a lot of stuff I don't know and things I'm unable to do. But I know that sometimes I come across as though I am. I'm not. Yes, I'm an intelligent man. Yes, I look around and gather information that I later spew out to the amazement of some. But I'm not as smart or as quick-witted as some of the people who work in the financial and governmental centers of our nation. I'm not the smartest person on the face of the planet. I'm just smarter than some people, which is no great distinction.

Anyway, it doesn't sound as profound when I lay it out like that.
I took a tour of the campus yesterday. It was apparently the last day the campus was open this year. I'm very excited about the new school. I like a lot of the things I saw and heard there.

Item:	UNF	UWF
On-campus food:	6 or so options	12 or so options
Campus radio:	http://ospreyradio.com/ Good luck getting it in your car - No FM transmitter	http://wuwf.org/ 88.1 FM, which I can get in my car 50 miles away
Start a new club:	10 students	3 students
Entertainment:	Game Room with video game consoles	Rock wall with weekly change of paths
Parking pass:	$146/yr.	$30/yr.
Visitor parking:	$3/day	Free
Printing and copying:	$0.11/page, no quota	$0.00/page up to 500 pages, then $0.10/page
Vending:	Meal plan free spending does not work for vending.	Meal plan free spending works for vending.
Campus tour:	Walking tour	Tour conducted by golf cart with stops

Other benefits:
Real kitchen facilities; Since I won't be living on campus, I'll have a stove, oven, and pantry, so I'll be able to buy and eat healthy food.
Job; Since I won't be living on campus, I won't be spending as much time in on-campus parking, so even if the parking is difficult, I won't be reluctant to leave campus, which will make finding a job easier.
Church; Living at home, I'll be near my home church. No on-campus second choices next year.
Roommates; Living at home, I have my own room with no roommates. Joy unbounded!
Laundry; No charge for laundry.
Being home, I'll probably get more exercise. There's plenty to do around here, and I'm enjoying being home.

I was out today having a cup of coffee with lbgderrick, and I was telling him I thought he might enjoy some of the reflections on my website, and I couldn't remember exactly how to get to them. So I decided it has perhaps been too long since I did much on my website.
I'm thinking about redesigning the website, from the layout to the structure to the color scheme to the name. If you want to suggest anything, I will welcome your suggestions. If you don't want others to see, you can comment anonymously, and your comment will be screened. What I have come up with so far is the idea of a front page having four images with text under them for "the Page" (writings), "the hand" (stuff about me), "?" (Poland section), and "?" (everything else)... but maybe I should have something about "the Muse" (things that inspire me, links, etc.). What do you think?

This is important to me. I want my website to be professional and captivating.

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Acts of Service.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		8
Acts of Service:		7
Quality Time:		7
Receiving Gifts:		5
Words of Affirmation:		3

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz

When someone asks me what my major is, I have to think hard about the answer. Sometimes I say I don't know. Other times, I go ahead and tell the long story about how I had been planning to become a math teacher, that I'd been fooling myself in thinking I could stand the long hours, the time away from my family, and all the other trials that come with being a public school teacher.
Teaching is for wonderful, strong people. Other careers are for people who can't handle pastoral ministry or teaching. I don't know if I fall into that group, but I'm sure my goals in life are contrary to the requirements of teaching. I'm pretty good at mathematics, but I have no passion for math. I love teaching, but I won't teach in any subject that is watered down and politically corrected, which is almost everything except mathematics. And I want time to have a family, which means my work has to stop when I leave at the end of the day, except for the occasional business function in the evening. Teachers have so much work (and don't kid yourself that they get a planning period; that's often spent covering someone else's class or doing lunch monitor duty) that they must take it home. When I go home after work each day, I want to be able to spend the evening with my family.
So, if not teaching, what?

Well, let's be clear on something. I love teaching, and I can work that into a lot of jobs. Even if it doesn't appear in my job, I can do tutoring on the side. But I could work it into my job. If part of my job involves training others, that would be teaching.
Many people say the way to choose a path is to decide what you'd do if money were no object. If I were independently wealthy, I'd spend my time writing novels, essays, and comics; I'd spend my time helping others; I'd spend my time flying airplanes; I'd spend my time teaching the way I want to teach real subjects with real information. I could also start many businesses to do many needed things.
There are so many possibilities. If you recall my last post on this subject (2004-04-08), you know that my skills aptitude testing suggests I can do almost any career I want.
This being the case, I felt it was time to do some real career counselling.( Snip Snip )

Now, I consider myself more of an iNtuitive person than a Sensing one, and my tested tendency was only slight, so I got some information on INTJ, as well. Here are some of the top career choices among INTJs:
( Paper, Rock, Snip Snip )
I also took a Career Aptitude Placement Survey. My results are disgusting. Not one elimination of areas. My four highest percentiles were in these areas: Technology: Professional, Arts: Professional, Outdoor, and Science: Professional. Some occupations in these areas are:
Applications Programmer, Computer Systems Engineer, Actor, Disc Jockey, Instructor: Dancing, Curator, Computer Programmer, Database Design Analyst.

Looking at these results, a few occupational areas keep popping up: Office Management (management or administrative assistant), Computers (hardware or software), and Writing & Mass Communication

Comparing these results with my earlier results, these occupations are consistent:
Computer Programmer, Office management, Communications, Writer (lyrics, continuity, etc.), Disc Jockey, Deaf Interpreter.

So, I'm going to research these (when I find time) and pray about them. I welcome your comments, your counsel, and your questions.

Explanations: Well, here goes. As I mentioned, I applied for a job at a nearby store. Today, when I called, they had received my drug test results, and it turns out that I'm really not an illegal drug user, which is a big load off my mind, because I was terribly worried before that I might be one and not know it. {/sarcasm} :( Anyway, with that insulting nonsense behind us, for now, I'm off to begin my orientatiion and training.
    I'm a bit nervous about starting a job. It's been a long time since I went to work on a schedule. On the other hand, it's been far too long since I had any spending money of my own. I need several things for college, and they're not likely to drop into my lap. Still, the devil whispers in my ear to make me doubt and fear that maybe I'm not ready, that I can't do the job, that I'll do something horribly wrong. But I don't intend to listen to that liar. I'm going to listen to the truth: I am capable of doing this job, both by virtue of Phil 4:13 and by virtue of the talents and abilities God has given me.
    I'm going to grow, this year. Even though my growth over the past three years frightens me, I'm going to continue growing. The man I used to be seems so far removed from the man I am today. Sometimes, however, I forget that I have made progress, and I wonder how I can do anything. God help me to remember where I've been and where I'm going. I'd also be happy to see a little more of the path in between.
    I've been watching a fair number of movies, but I've abandoned the task of recording them all. I know I didn't mean to, but I do feel that I need to spend less time on LJ than I used to. I have so many ideas for activities to pursue that I couldn't possibly do them all. I wish I could. Well, anyway..
    I have reached a milestone. I've completed the Brothers Karamazov. Sarah, I'm looking around for a copy of Anna K. I'll let you know when I've found it. ( Shakespearean Soliloquy )
    Enough of this. God bless you all.

What would you judge/guess is the driving force of my life?

This is from last week...
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And this is from Saturday (22)...
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And this is from Tuesday (25)...
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And this is from today...
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Well, I thought, a little late, that with the new year, I might try to establish a warm and human relationship with any readers who might be new to my journal. To that end, here is a brief introduction to me. In retrospect, I realize that when I started my livejournal (way back before the big deletion), I never did introduce myself. I figured that everyone who came to my journal already knew me, so why introduce myself. I think I just jumped right into posting my thoughts and such. Anyway, without further ado, here it is:

Hi. I'm Skreyola. I'm a very private person, and I value my privacy.
But I love meeting new people, so try to ignore my reticence. I'm a nice person, when you get to know me.
I won't reveal my age, because I've found that many people in this world will discount wisdom if they don't think a person is old enough to have it. Therefore, I speak without giving that information. People should weigh my words by their merit, not by mine.
I'm six feet tall, skinny, and pale. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, a beard, and glasses.
Now, on to more profound things:
I'm a servant of the God of Truth, Love, and Life. I am a servant of Christ Jesus, who is my life. I was a terrible person before Jesus picked me up out of the slime, and I will not give up my relationship with Him for anyone or anything.
I'm single. I'm not happy single. I don't have any interest in being happily single. I want a wife, and that is not up for debate. At the same time, I'm not the kind of person who whines all day about being single. I don't whine, actually. And I only talk about it now and then.
I'm a male, but I'm not a typical male. I used to say that I'm not a man, because that term has taken on such a negative connotation these days. Now, I say that you must not expect me to act like any man you've ever met. I am what I am, and I don't like when people assume I'll do something, especially something bad, without any evidence in that direction from me.
I'm an author. I write novels, poems, essays, and anything else I happen to fancy.
I am very passionate about my beliefs and very vocal about my thoughts. I try to be tactful, but I say what I think needs saying.
Things I like include ballroom dancing, eating, and long walks.
Things I hate include meanness, dishonesty, and rudeness.
My pet peeves include drivers who tailgate me, people who won't explain why they're upset with me, and chain stupidity.

As firm, tenacious, and bold as I am, I try to be a friend to everyone who knows me. I want to make new friends, so if you want a friend, here I am (I like making old friends, too).

I am currently working as a missionary in Poland.

I ran across this the other day. You may find it interesting. It is a site of Bible stories in a cute and creative medium.
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Did I mention I don't like stupidity?

"While memory will preserve a poisoned weed, it suffereth the Rose of Sharon to wither."

This is one of the powerful statements in today's sermon: The Remembrance of Christ.

My remembrance of Christ:

The small room in my home where I finally gave my heart to Christ.
The large room in a Tallahassee home where I chastely lay basking in the warmth of the room and the glow of being, merely being, in the presence of someone I loved and who loved me. I think this was a taste of what heaven must be like, and I long to recapture it. It was not just peace but fullness! Christ visited me in this.
The night, almost ten months ago, when God called me to task and told me I was not living as He wanted.
My writing. When I write, I feel close to the Creator God, as I also create. Also, when I write, Christ speaks through me. I read what was written, and I love what Christ has poured through me.

And many others my flawed and weak mind has forgotten.

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