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Colored
I read this poem somewhere and liked it so I thought I’d put in on my blog.
Colored
Author unknown
When I was born, I was Black
I grew up Black
When I am in the sun,I’m Black
When I am sick, I’m Black
When I am cold, I’m Black
When I die, I will be Black
You were born Pink
You grew up White
When you are in the sun, you’re Red
When you are sick, you’re Green
When you are cold, you’re Blue
When you die, you will be Purple
And you call me colored
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The Power of Prayer
In Sunday school this morning, one of my friends’ older brother came and gave a testimony to us. And it really hit me, He was one of those headed-down-the-wrong path teens, and decided to join the Marines. Little did He know the path his life would take. Last January he was sent over to Iraq. From then until September, he was over there fighting for our freedom. And He came home safely and with an new outlook on life. It was awesome to see how our prayers paid off.
and on a little lighter note…
Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over, but expecting the same result
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My Happiest Childhood Memory (English thing)
My Happiest Childhood Memory (English thing)
I don’t have one specific memory, but I do have memories that I will never forget. Probably my two happiest memories are barbies and ballet. My best friend Megan and I would play barbies for hours. We built houses and lives for them, marrying them off and planning different events for them. Summer pool parties, dances(I was little), and many other things. I know, most of you never experienced this joy, but it was was of my favorite things to do. I finally broke the habit in 6th grade, although there are times I still contemplate getting them all out.
My second favorite childhood memory was ballet. I started in kindergarten with my best friend, Kim. Although she quit the next year, I stuck with it. I had found my love. So while all my other friends were playing soccer and basketball, I was leaping across the room and practicing my pirouettes. I made so many friends, and so many memories. Finally, I was on pointe, which is very hard for those of you who know absolutely nothing about ballet. It was one of those growing up experiences. However, my love for ballet had to end when we moved and it was a sad sad day. Although, I still dance around my room sometimes..remembering all those times.
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My Imaginary Friend
Ok, I’ve lost this dumb post twice and I’m mad. It was really good and really close to 100 words and now I have to start over. I have no idea what to say, I never had an imaginary friend that I named. See I always had lots of imaginary friends. I talked to them and told them all about whatever was bothering me. One day my mom walked out and said, “Amanda who are you talking to?” Well, embarassed, I said no one and lowered my voice. I always liked having imaginary friends. They never told your secrets and never had anything bad to say. They would listen to all my bad days and good days. And they don’t think your jokes are corny or that you are silly. I still talk to them sometimes, Especially if I’ve had a really bad day or someone is really buggin me. They don’t know the person nor will they ever tell them what I say. If you have ever had an imaginary friend then you know what I’m talking about, and if you haven’t then you are missing out.
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It’s the Little Things…
God has taught me so much lately about this topic. He’s helped me to realize all the little things He brings into my life as sources of encouragement. So many times, people will go out of their way to say hi or write me a little note and it makes my whole day. Or I’ll come home and there will be a letter or e-mail from one of my CIT buds, and it will be the biggest encouragement. Just this morning, one of my dear friends brought me cookies and a note. It was one of the nicest things that could have happened, but it wasn’t a huge drawn out deal either. It was just one of those unexpected things that brings a smile to your face. Lately, there have been a few people who have sent me e-mails and cards that have come at exactly the right moments. It’s cool that God seems to know exactly what we need when we need it. And as a lot of you know, I’m going to be a cheerleader. And Sunday, one of my fellow cheerleaders came up and was super excited about it. It was such an encouragement and got me excited about it. Until that point, I had been dreading it like the plague. It’s funny how often the little things of life make your days the best. A smile from a friend, a note or e-mail of encouragement, even just a hello can make your day so much better. And funny thing is, it’s often the little things that ruin your day. So remember how important the little things are as you go throughout your day. Remember that one word or smile can make someones day, and one word or frown can also ruin someones day. It’s all about the little things.
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Kids!
I’m babysitting Mr. Harmless’ kids and thought I’d add something new to my blog. Kids are funny things you know, they have such an innocence and spirit about them. Take kindergarteners for instance, I eat lunch with them some days and they are so funny. Today I was trying to learn Chinese from one of them, and she kept laughing at me because I was saying the words wrong. Yet she can speak it fluently. They often remind of the simpleness of life, and how often I run around to busy to notice the little things. They are always so interested in you too, they always want to talk to you and sit by you. Matthew 18:3 says, “And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” So as you go throughout your day, remember the simpleness of life, and enjoy the little things.