tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81400890005317108622024-02-07T03:58:00.954-08:00Jessica's BlogJessica is a <a href="http://www.regent.edu/acad/undergrad/academics/degree/communication/theatre.cfm">Theatre Major</a> student at <a href="http://www.regent.edu/acad/undergrad/">Regent University</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-90472045426761641322011-08-09T18:49:00.000-07:002011-08-09T18:50:10.766-07:00Grabbing the Chisel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Chisel- a tool used to cut or shape wood, stone, metal or OTHER HARD MATERIAL.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Have you ever felt God chiseling away at you? The person you are.. your character? </p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I felt it today… I mean really if I think about it I’ve felt it all along, but today I feel like he took out a huge chuck of something that wasn’t suppose to be there… And then he showed it to me and I cried. It was gross, icky and black.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The past two years have been a season of me finding out who I am and God has just been chiseling away at me as I grow…. Well this summer in-particular I have felt like I’ve come to my crossroads for this season of my life. The roads? Who I was, who I am, Who I could be… oh the choices.. I feel like I’ve gone down each and every one of these roads and doubled back this summer and I stay at this crossroad trying to decide if I should make a whole new road that doesn’t include any of the three. However it doesnt work that way… They’ll all follow me.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The point is… amongst everything I’ve felt the chiseling… God slowly taking one chunk of gunge ( yes I mean gunge not grunge) off at a time.. and occasionally I put it back on. But I’ve felt it, and I’ve seen it, and as I look back to where I was when I moved here and where I am today… well… I’m an entirely different woman… in numerous ways.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">But what I came to today was… have I back tracked? Have I back tracked to a place I never actually visited? I skipped out on many things as a child and as a teenager and generally when people surpass a normal transition in life they have to go through it at some point and it generally comes out in their 20’s and 30’s … even later if they continue to suppress it. Well I wasn’t suppressing things. I just let them come. And I suffered the consequences… or am suffering the consequences… not all bad, mind you, but consequences all the same. </p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">So, yes, in a sense I’ve back tracked in some places… but I’m so far ahead in others. I guess God’s working on balancing me out. And becoming balanced hurts. And yes, sometimes it feels like Hell… or our concept of what Hell could feel like. But things are always better on the other side if we just let him chisel away and mold us the way he wants to.</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">That’s why today I just cried instead of making excuses for the gunge. I had no excuse. I had no clever reasoning, it was just there… and I had to deal with it… </p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Embrace the chiseling… life is just better when you do.</p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-64753862705041821342011-04-12T14:43:00.001-07:002011-04-12T14:43:42.163-07:00When I say... "I'm a Christian"<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m whispering “I was lost, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">Now I’m found and forgiven.” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I don’t speak of this with pride. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m confessing that I stumble <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">and need Christ to be my guide. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"> I’m not trying to be strong. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m professing that I’m weak <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">And need His strength to carry on. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m not bragging of success. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m admitting I have failed <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">And need God to clean my mess. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"> I’m not claiming to be perfect, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">My flaws are far too visible <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">But, God believes I am worth it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I still feel the sting of pain. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I have my share of heartaches <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">So I call upon His name. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">When I say… “I am a Christian” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m not holier than thou, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">I’m just a simple sinner <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;color:#222222">Who received God’s good grace, somehow!</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-33399069501511096942011-04-07T21:15:00.000-07:002011-04-07T21:16:58.390-07:00All the Single Ladies<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">So over the past couple of weeks I’ve been frustrated and struggling with my singleness. And it’s not that I don’t like being single, because I do. It defiantly has a lot of perks that I enjoy. But I’m also getting to that place where I’m ready to start my next journey. I found myself not content with where I was and questioning things about myself. I was getting myself down and was sending myself into a whirlwind. Things like: “Am I not appealing or attractive? Why don’t guys like me? Why is it that the only guys who have shown interest are seriously disturbed, or have more issues then I do? Does that mean something’s wrong with me? “ etc.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not the best thoughts I know. But I’m human and this is where things were going. However here’s the catch. I know that I’m beautiful. I know that God thinks I’m very special and he adores me. I know that I have great qualities as a person, friend and as a woman of God. So if I’m so awesome… then why are boys/guys/men so dumb or oblivious in seeing it? These are some things I’ve been asking God and myself for quite some time now. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Dear single people. We all know crushing is exhausting. And when you like someone you try and make them like you back,.. You may not think that you do but even subconsciously you try things, like maybe dressing a little nicer or trying and complimenting them a lot, laugh a different way that you think they’ll be more attracted to you. But alas it’s all in vain. And by the end of it you’re exhausted and anxious.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well guess what. You can’t make someone like you. It doesn’t matter what you do it just won’t work. You are attractive all by yourself. And the person God has for you is going to fall for you. You don’t have to change a thing. You wont have to loose weight or change your hair, or change at all. Because you yourself are enough. And you are who they’ve been looking for,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I had some chats with two very good friends tonight who reminded me that when I meet that person that God has for me, I wont have to make an effort. It will be specific for what I need and special to me. And I wont have to try to get something going because it will just happen… and it wont be stressful.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am one of those girls that I feel like God has hidden. I know I’m special. I look at my life and see all the times God has protected me from making poor choices. So many people who have a similar history to mine end up in so many awful places. Making extremely dangerous and poor choices in their lives.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But God’s protected me from those paths. Those situations haven’t even been options for me. And granted I made a choice young enough to follow God and to stay obedient to him. And as long as I’ve walked with him he’s protected me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If God cares enough to protect me then I know he loves me and thinks I’m special. If I’m so special why don’t guys notice? God covered their eyes so they couldn’t see. God has a certain person for me and He will see me the way God sees me and he will now how special and precious I am.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the mean time I will bask in the Love of my Heavenly Father who thinks the universe of me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And you know what? Knowing that God is hiding me is exciting! Just think of the man that will see me… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>he’ll match my special preciousness… and that just fills me with butterflies. </p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-34319109431746045312011-03-31T19:08:00.000-07:002011-03-31T19:10:34.711-07:00Acting Lessons<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">So I’m frustrated. I seem to have this problem I can’t get past. I’ve done it in class, I’ve done it in rehearsals, I’ve gotten notes on it over and over again… And yes at this point I’m discouraged, upset with myself. How do I stop it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ok so I have this problem of breaking character. I’m in these serious rolls that are funny because my character is so serious. And I’m suppose to look people in the eye… but there faces or they just make me laugh or I hear the laughter of the audience and it just breaks, I’m too much in my head.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I wasn’t really getting help with how to help this, so I talked to Dr. Kirkland. I live in his house and can get acting help from him. I’m too much in my head and not as engaged in my other. Which is hard when my other isn’t engaged fully in me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So the show opens tomorrow and I need to get out of my head and make Amanda real. And move past the as if and make it an undertone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wow, I just feel like I’ve failed this go around acting wise. But it’s ok. It’s all part of the learning process and the show will go on and it will be good. I’m getting my act together and things are going to shift.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No this is isn’t Painted Rain, but it should be just as awesome as all my other experiences.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m sorry I’ve been a Debbie Downer. Things will change.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">K thanks <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">J</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-92103677904165470582011-03-31T18:35:00.001-07:002011-03-31T18:35:52.774-07:00Adventures in the rain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><p>So today I went to lunch with some friends. We went to Olive Garden and found out it was a 15 minute wait. We had to be back at school in an hour. So we went back out to my car and for some reason it wouldn't start. The gas was low and so I thought perhaps the gas gauge was off by a little bit. So we went over tho Friendly's and called a bunch of friends to have some people get us. So we sit down and eat and I'm praying and trying to stay calm and enjoy my time while we wait. So anyway friends come and we get food and eat. I've called my boss to let her know that my car died and that I was going to be late.</p><p>So I get to school and get to work and talk to my boss about letting me leave with my friend to get a gas can and put some gas in my tank. So my wonderful friend took me back to my car and I filled up my gas tank as she tried to figure out how to put oil in her car. It was quit the picture. Two girls are in the rain as a green Mercury Sable is being filled with oil and a white Mercury Sable is have gas put in her.</p><p>So I go to start my car and it still does nothing. It wasn't even rolling over. So I pop my hood to see if I can figure out what is wrong and I always have trouble popping my hood because I can never find the lever. My friend, Sharon, skillfully figured it out and we looked at my engine and... it looked fine. We wondered if maybe the battery had died so we tried to jump my car.. still nothing.</p><p>I call my dad and he tells me to turn the car on and pop it in neutral. So I do.. forgetting that the emergency break is not on... my car starts to roll backwards out of the parking spot. I tell my father to hold on and I call for Sharon. She gets behind my car and I'm by the driver door and we try and push my car back into the parking space... Remember now, it's still raining... ok so it wasn't moving so I run back to Sharon and we push my car back into the parking space and I have her run up and put it in park.</p><p>Ok so I get off the phone with my dad and we call AAA and wait for them to come. We decided that since its still raining and we are wet and cold, to go inside the Olive Garden to get some coffee. We go and sit at the bar and have some coffee.</p><p>The tow truck comes and Sharon goes out to meet him and I wait for our waitress to pay the bill and you know what she does? She says not to worry about. I'd had a bad enough day as it was. I thanked God for her and asked him to bless her in that moment. Because that was really nice of her.</p><p>Anyway the tow truck comes tows Mable (my car) away and Sharon and I head back to school.</p><p>It turns out it was my starter. So they've fixed it and I will pick her up tomorrow. For those of you who have had car problems you know the financial stress that comes with this. But thankfully my Poppa is taking care of it. He's so good to me.</p><p>So I'm without a car for a night but all in all it's been taken care of. </p><p>I'm drained, but grateful for the encouragement from people, the hugs, and the support. And for my awesome friends who have my back. And hopefully my beautiful Mabel the Sable will be back with me tomorrow.</p><p>The end.</p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-55545875604409532072011-01-29T09:55:00.000-08:002011-01-29T09:56:04.721-08:00Sincerely<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">Dear Friends,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">I'm so sorry I haven't been here for you. I've gotten so caught up in things that have been going on in my life, I haven’t taken the time to be there for you. I haven’t even been praying for you like I should.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">You see I've been going through this season of change and growth and learning. And one thing after another would pile on top of itself and I wasn't even getting the God time I needed to stay filled up. And because of that and my own selfishness I stayed away. Unconnected. Because I can’t help if I’m not filled.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">So many things have been happening in my life and in my heart that I didn't have time to process and focus. I even forgot how to handle situations. I became sulky at points and melancholy. True I'm allowed to have off days. But months? that's not ok.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">Recently I had been looking for a song I could sing that dealt with my situation. And all the songs I found really just egged on the frustration of the situation. Until today I simply put on some worship music and "How Great is our God" came on.. And I broke. I just cried. I'd forgotten to simply worship Him when trials come my way. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">I was out with a friend yesterday and she just reminded me of how much I had changed over the past year. And it's true.. God's done so much work in me. This time last year I wasn't sure if I would be able to stay in the commons because I didn't know how I was going to pay rent. And I didn't have a job, or a car. I was in a different place mentally and spiritually. And I've grown and learned so much. I now have 3 jobs and a car. I just signed a lease for my first apartment. The financial situation with the school still hasn't changed but I have such peace about it. God's provided just like he said he would.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">And yet in all that I've let some really minor things get me down. So I'm sorry. I'm suppose to be here for you. And even if not physically at least prayerfully. I'm sorry I haven’t the prayer warrior you came to know me as. I’m sorry if I've failed you as friends. I love you all so much and you all have impacted my life and who I am and how I've grown in ways you'll never even know. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"">Please accept my apology and know that I will be trying to do better. To be the friend you need.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial">Jess<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-6141483315886098522011-01-20T20:41:00.001-08:002011-01-20T20:41:54.942-08:00High on Life<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><div class="post_title" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; font-size: 14px; ">So I went on vacation to the Bahamas… soooo much fun!!!!! I got a little burnt which is now turning into a tan :) andthen i get home and i get a car, i get cast in a Lab show!!!! WOOT WOOT! and things just start looking up!</span></div><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">But more than anything… I love being in shows… i’ve missed it so much. I’ve missed beat work and really developing my character and interacting with other actors… Acting just makes everything better.. yes i know the answer is now I cant i have rehearsal.. but you know what.. i’ve never minded saying that.. unless someone was like hey we’re going to Africa ya wanna come.. and then i’d be upset.. but.. i’m so happy right now..</p><p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">this has been a crazy season.. and i’m very thankful for this little break i’m getting.</p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-8420718884058240412010-12-11T18:50:00.000-08:002010-12-11T18:51:20.584-08:0060 questions people dont ask<div><br /></div><div>When's the last time you ran? - Last Monday</div><div>Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? - only two of them</div><div>What are you dreading right now? - .... nothing</div><div>Do you celebrate 420? - I have no idea what that is.. so no.</div><div>Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night? - not usually</div><div>If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do? - be lazy, play mario party, eat food, watch movies</div><div>Who last grabbed your ass? - Quinn</div><div>Have you ever been on your school's track team? - no.. my school never had one</div><div>Do you own a pair of Converse? - no.. but i want too</div><div>Did you copy and paste this survey? - sure did</div><div>Do you eat raw cookie dough? - yep.. its yummy</div><div>Have you ever kicked a vending machine? - yes</div><div>Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over? - yes.. omygoodness yes</div><div>Do you watch Trading Spaces? - i use to when i watched Tv</div><div>How do you eat oreos? - twist like the creme and then put it back together and dip it in milk and eat... unless i dip it in peanut butter</div><div>Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? - yes</div><div>Are you cocky? - no</div><div>Could you live without a computer? - could i live without having my own computer? sure.. could i live withour having a computer ever? that would be more complicated</div><div>Do you wear your shoes in the house? - not generally</div><div>Who or what sleeps with you? - my pillows</div><div>At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real? - i never believed in Santa</div><div>How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house? - i have a cell phone and my roommate has a cell phone and so just 2</div><div>What do you do when you're sad? - it depends on what type of sad</div><div>Who would you call first if you won the lottery? - my parents?</div><div>Last time you saw your best friend? - my birthday</div><div>Are you in high school? - no</div><div>What jewelry are you wearing? - a ring</div><div>Is anyone on your bad side now? - no</div><div>What's the first thing you do when you get online? - uhm... check my email i think</div><div>Do you watch Grey's Anatomy? - on occasion</div><div>How do most people spell your name? - Jessica</div><div>Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? - yes</div><div>Where do you work? - Regent and Ruby Tuesday\'s</div><div>What are you doing tomorrow? - going to church, decorating the house, having devos and throwing a party</div><div>Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? - uhm.. no i dont think so</div><div>Favorite name for a girl? - Dont have one</div><div>Favorite name for a boy? - Dont have one</div><div>Will you keep your last name when you get married? - no</div><div>When was the last time you left your house? - when i went to work.</div><div>Do you return your cart? - yes</div><div>Do you have a dishwasher? - yes</div><div>What noise do you hear? - music from How to Train your Dragon</div><div>Would you survive in prison? - yes</div><div>Who is the youngest in your family? - me</div><div>If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likey overpack? - uhm... i have no idea</div><div>Do you know anyone with the same name as you? - yes... lots of first names.. a couple last names</div><div>What's the last thing you purchased? - a stawberry silk smoothie</div><div>Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? - uhm... sometimes they will</div><div>What brand are your pants right now? - ambercrombie and finch</div><div>Ever been to Georgia (the state)? - yes</div><div>What irritates you most on the internet? - spam and unwanted pop up ads</div><div>What brand is your digital camera? - i dont have one</div><div>Do you watch movies with your parents? - yes, when i\'m home</div><div>What song best describes your life right now? - i have no idea... ishould find one</div><div>Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? - no</div><div>Are you taking college classes right now? - no</div><div>Do you like sushi? - yes</div><div>Do you get your hair cut every month? - no</div><div>Do you go online everyday? - yes</div><div>Will you pass this survey on to 5 people? - no</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-80064516924054098222010-11-02T20:29:00.001-07:002010-11-02T20:29:54.598-07:00Pulled Muscle<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Ever pulled a muscle? It’s painful right? How did you pull it? Were you carrying something that you weren’t suppose to be carrying… or was it something you’ve done over and over again but for some reason on that particular day your muscle just gave up and gave out…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It hurts, it’s soar and tender and sometimes you might want to cry because the pain is so excruciating. I know that feeling…. It happened to me today…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today I was going about my business doing the same ol’ same ol’ when all of a sudden I pulled a muscle…. No I pulled <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">the</i> muscle.. the most singular important muscle.. pulled it so bad it fell right out of my chest… and then it just lay there in front of me. Stretched and strained from all the ware and tear from all the years of me using it the same way over and over again. Oh it got plenty of exercise.. but it just gave out and said I need a break and it just dropped out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I stood there staring at it, crying my eyes out because it hurt so much. It was deep…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>how was it deep if it was out of my body you may ask? Because it had pulled some things with it as it fell out. I collapsed in a heap on the ground and wept and tried to calm myself from the pain of what had just happened… when all of a sudden there was a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and there he was. He was the best doctor in town and he had a special way of fixing pulled muscles. He knelt down beside me and examined the wound and then picked the muscle up off the ground. He said “Why this just wont due! You’ve worked this muscle until it was plum tuckered out!” I told him “I couldn’t help it. It was all I had, the only muscle that could do the job.” He smiled at me as he tossed the old muscle aside and then he reached in his bag and pulled something out. “Here” he said ”give this one a whirl, it’s much more stronger and bigger too. ”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He placed the muscle back in place, and just before he left he said “ Now don’t go straining that one like you did the other. It’s bigger and stronger to be sure, but its purpose is to help you let go”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I stood there staring as he walked away. I was not in pain or anguish anymore. I walked away thinking how good the doctor was. For he had given me a gift, a secret to my health that I was determined to keep.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-73649899626189433962010-10-02T12:08:00.000-07:002010-10-02T12:09:05.597-07:00Day 29 In the past month what have I learned?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, I have learned to trust, to fight, to continue on, to press through the hard times and cling to my Father like my life depends on it, because it does. I’ve learned to love deeper, forgive sooner and let things go when they are out of my control. I learned I can be my worst enemy or my best friend. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I learned that I’m human and I’m not perfect. I learned to forgive myself during the hard times. I learned who my true friends are and I learned the difference between Holy of Holies friends and Outer courts friends. I’ve learned to think before acting or speaking and how to process through everything. I’ve learned to let loose and have fun, and I’ve learned to be serious and handle life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s a lot to learn in one month I guess but it’s all been a little process here and there. This past month has brought me closer to God and closer to people. I’m one step closer to who I’m suppose to be.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If anything, from the craziness of this past month, I’ve grown. I’ve pressed into God and He’s held me. I haven’t been perfect, I’ve upset and hurt people this month, people I was close to, that I was suppose to love. I have no excuses for it. But what I learned was that the grace I extend towards others needs to be extended towards myself sometimes. We are always hardest on ourselves I think. At least I am, but if I step outside of myself I see the pain, the battle wounds, the desperate, lost little girl… but most of all I see the light that shines so bright from within. The peace that has come from the pain and strength that has arisen because of the circumstances. And it is not a beaten battered child standing before me but a beautiful Woman of God who can stand on her own two feet when all the world is falling upon her and still say everything’s going to be ok. We will get through this season and we will Rejoice as we’re going through it. Because that is who I am. Despite all my crap and baggage, I am stronger because I haven’t run when God called me out on something. I stood and took it and handled my business and then gave it back to Him. Because if anything I want to be the Woman he’s calling me to be. </p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-6109392104929271002010-10-01T20:14:00.000-07:002010-10-01T20:23:47.598-07:00Day 28 A picture of you last year and now. How have you changed since then?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgP3GgomrB_0QqS62hpByf5gYdAWveaJwlF9OhimZSX_gup6ChidzQFCcEWSt7aeqtpvONwHnZbBzE0T6-K86Ef8sJLAv2-WkJ1qT1tB11UKzhVrPCBwNo6nBZOvP24acoUUE-KEfiomg/s1600/jessica++002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgP3GgomrB_0QqS62hpByf5gYdAWveaJwlF9OhimZSX_gup6ChidzQFCcEWSt7aeqtpvONwHnZbBzE0T6-K86Ef8sJLAv2-WkJ1qT1tB11UKzhVrPCBwNo6nBZOvP24acoUUE-KEfiomg/s320/jessica++002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523282190309237490" /></a><br />Last Year<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KR9AY-d55KjQEd_0VJsnsvgLYodUIM7SMdD3FqObdKlwZcRFepW8oqIqYj9O_3zutXIqdeA_06nWHH9ieLaGiUuxqlOHDKKdT1xXvkrKNP5eyEOOoBqFBG7xI1AkqkDWXqJCRb0uCPw/s1600/me.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KR9AY-d55KjQEd_0VJsnsvgLYodUIM7SMdD3FqObdKlwZcRFepW8oqIqYj9O_3zutXIqdeA_06nWHH9ieLaGiUuxqlOHDKKdT1xXvkrKNP5eyEOOoBqFBG7xI1AkqkDWXqJCRb0uCPw/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523283977928482482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a> </div><div>This Year</div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well since last year I have dyed my hair, cut my hair, gotten glasses (but only for reading), I have worked on some shows, I have gotten 3 jobs, I have moved off campus I have stopped going to college… I have fought and I have struggled, I have smiled and I have laughed, I have cried and I have screamed, I have been stretched in areas I didn’t know needed to be stretched. I have gotten closer with some people and farther with others. I have been pressed, shaken, stripped apart and yet I’m still here. Running the race that has been set before me. A day at a time and a prayer every moment… my life has been flooded but with God as my raft I’m making it through just fine.</p> <!--EndFragment--> <div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-38131384009196677882010-09-30T19:03:00.001-07:002010-09-30T19:03:51.409-07:00Day 26 and Day 27<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 26 What do you think of your friends? (in no particular order and not all of them)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jessie: The Bestest Bestie and twin a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>girl could ever have. We’ve been Besties since high school. She knows me better than anyone. She knows when I just need to be silly and when I need to be slapped. She sticks with me through think and thin and loves me even through my screw ups. She’s an amazing Woman of God and there aren’t words to describe my love and appreciation for her in my life. She’s a role model in so many ways, and I totally wish I could grow up t be as kind, caring and considerate as she is.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tianna: A new Bestie but a Bestie all the same. She’s like a sister who I can share my crazy life with and she puts up with me and my silliness. She knows me extremely well too and she has no problem putting me in my place when I need to be put there. She’s blunt and weird and I love her oh so dearly for putting up with me. She’s fun and funny and has helped me grow so much spiritually. And I’m super excited to see how God will continue to stretch and grow our friendship. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Veronica: An Amazing Woman of God who has been an encourager, and up lifter in my life. She’s prayed for me, laughed with me, joked with me, and worked along side me. She’s another type of sister who has helped me grow in my walk with God and she has allowed me to pour into her life as well. She’s funny and quirky and I’m gonna miss her when she goes to California.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sarah: An amazing prayer warrior and adventure seeker. Sarah prays like no one else I know. She’s sweet and caring and there for you when you need her. She’s also great for random adventures and fun picture taking. She’s a blessing in my life and fun to hang out with. I love that girl.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Juliette: JULES!!!! Love her!!! She’s my beach buddy. And my scream, dance, do what you need to do in the moment girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We have so much fun whenever we’re together its ridiculous… a good ridiculous… and she’s the little sister I never had. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ash: Costume Shop buddy! Ash is amazing and talented and goofy and weird too. She has her own taste in everything and it’s beautiful. She’s got a beautiful heart and I love spending time with her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dan: Dan was my very first friend at regent. We clicked really well. He’s been there for me on so many occasions. He’s the guy to go to if you want to meet new people because he can introduce you to a new person everyday if you wanted. He’s spontaneous and all around awesome. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brielle: Beautiful girl who will get up & go when you need to do something spare of the moment. Loves God and does her best to reach out and be there amongst her crazy schedule. I love watching her grow in God and move forward in the direction he is taking her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">All my friends are pretty amazing and I love them and I love spending time with them in all shapes and forms that hanging time comes in <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">J</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 27 Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?</p> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US">I was bored and wanted to do something since I don’t have homework... I need to exercise my brain a little and give people a better chan</span><!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-46465643894792314362010-09-28T16:30:00.000-07:002010-09-28T16:32:29.739-07:00Day 25... What you would find in my purseFirst I would like to say that you may have noticed I skipped day 24. Day 24 was a letter to my parents and I felt like that was very personal. So i'm moving forward to day 25 on day 25.<div> <p class="MsoNormal">Well you will find an abundance of colorful pens, a wallet, lip gloss, chap stick, sunglasses, keys, cell phone, ibuprofen, a hair brush, hair bands, a notebook, my bible, my glass case with my glasses in it, feminine hygiene products, and depending on the week a pack of gum.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those are the always things in my purse. Now for the other on occasion things you would find; my laptop, a book, batteries, floss, hair clips, passport, jewelry, water bottle, deodorant, wrappers and trash…. Yeah I think that’s the gist of it.</p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-45924434098979628532010-09-26T20:50:00.001-07:002010-09-26T20:54:08.424-07:00Day 23 Something you crave for a lotUhm.. I'm not sure... if we are speaking of food.. I'd say.... well.... I haven't really craved food in a while but generally if there is a craving its either meat or chocolate.<div>If its like craving for something in general I tend to crave Jesus time, social time, and I want to go on a trip craving... so yeah.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-79780070768889432692010-09-25T20:44:00.001-07:002010-09-25T20:44:50.636-07:00Day 22... What makes you different from everyone else?<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Bahaha.. well I snort when I laugh, which though people do this, they don’t do it the way I do. I’m funny and quirky at times that are appropriate. I’m a lover, a fighter, a best friend, a playmate, a warrior, the back bone you need when you’ve lost your own, the hug that embraces, the one who cries with you, I wont take your crap and I’ll slap you when you need to be slapped. I am who I am and that’s all that I am. I’m a daughter of God and his precious princess, a strong mighty woman who puts God first in every decision.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I dream big and run far. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">How are these different from any other you may ask? Because it has my own flair, my own unique Jessica Lynne Myers twist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just get to know me and you’ll see how different I am. Yet I am who He says I am, and that’s good enough for me.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-2772914744745667822010-09-24T21:51:00.001-07:002010-09-24T21:54:31.134-07:00Day 21... A Picture of something that makes you happy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJatToMmCQEBiTESgiVxSnvXLBttHtMoc_Yo_AeptsuuJdLzRWRgNODLwN_muBBuWHSjAuGg72eY4mR4Bfyh4dl4Zlhqs86fNsCt_yQzc4kn6s91Uc_AfkiXfpteUr5qWbOulo_e4AxBw/s1600/skyline.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJatToMmCQEBiTESgiVxSnvXLBttHtMoc_Yo_AeptsuuJdLzRWRgNODLwN_muBBuWHSjAuGg72eY4mR4Bfyh4dl4Zlhqs86fNsCt_yQzc4kn6s91Uc_AfkiXfpteUr5qWbOulo_e4AxBw/s320/skyline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520710000035519186" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-78233325216018656982010-09-23T20:16:00.000-07:002010-09-23T20:17:19.406-07:00Day 20.... ???<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 20 – Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Honestly, I haven’t met him yet. But I’ll be sure to let you know when I do. <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">J</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-58158313252194951812010-09-22T19:23:00.000-07:002010-09-22T19:24:09.559-07:00Day 19… nicknames I have and why I have them<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"> Jess- a common name used by many and all… I figure people just get lazy and don’t want to say a 3 syllable name.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jessie- my parents gave me this name… it’s just another stem from Jessica</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tissie- a special nickname between me and my sister.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ica- given to me by Alyssa,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>a girl on my S.A mission trip in ’04.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Icka- Tianna’s special nickname for me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jess Mess- The nickname Jessie, my best friend, gave to me when we were coming up with nicknames. We actually have a a lot of nicknames but I seriously cannot write them all down here. This is the one that is the most used.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nledi- my S.A name given to me by my translator. It means star, and he said he called me that because I was always singing and he hoped I became a big star one day.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those are the main ones.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-13282561505626711152010-09-21T16:23:00.000-07:002010-09-21T16:26:30.797-07:00Day 16, 17 &18. Sorry I was so busy and wasn't close to internet.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6bOMgYpOWzJu5zN9NCiGpwi4w5uT0ie2CG0tfZHXylpjgVGCMl868ziUD69Ttk54H9phlicXjLes3S58Bg32NZ58fpYWhjLKxN4E52Uxa70NWY9qz56HlLb1dQO1wSFBInrMvLyI0as/s1600/me2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6bOMgYpOWzJu5zN9NCiGpwi4w5uT0ie2CG0tfZHXylpjgVGCMl868ziUD69Ttk54H9phlicXjLes3S58Bg32NZ58fpYWhjLKxN4E52Uxa70NWY9qz56HlLb1dQO1wSFBInrMvLyI0as/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519512094922923074" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 16 – </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Another picture of myself.. i really love this pic.. i feel like it expresses me in every way.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 17- a person you would want to switch lives with for one day and why</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If I could take one day to switch lives with someone it would be… Mary on the day Jesus was hung on the cross. Why the mother of Christ? And why that day? Mary’s life has always fascinated me and even though that day is a very devastating day, I would want to see it, and have her memories of her son, of God’s son, and with all the love and yet know this is something that must happen. As devastating as the day was for Mary, I’d choose that day. Because as much as I know what he did for me and people reenact it all the time. We still take things for granted.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I want that day so I can see and have complete understanding, not just a head knowledge, but such a deep deep heart knowledge that would carry me forever. Of how much He loved me and how much God wanted me to be with him. And I’d choose Mary because she knew Jesus best. She knew what he was and she watched him grow into the man he was to be. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Plans: I’ve come to try not to make to many plans because God seems to change them on me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dreams: I have so many dreams stored in my heart, I don’t even know what they all are. But God does and he’ll bring them to pass when He sees fit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Goals: Get through today, Prepare for tomorrow, and seek God everyday in all things.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-13615139676580196912010-09-18T18:21:00.001-07:002010-09-18T18:37:19.626-07:00Day 14 & 15<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGN5k_8Agbcr5vKfhftIkKPPvPF8uZCM55nzACL8qYnpYV-k-2NH8ihlb7_Uk2iMq571Gbl0ongpsOTarmsgp3VXJGy6vAT3CSPbPH8TeabcJCnhpuIcDFdqkSmjONCqyyUptwOE4AZhc/s1600/family.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGN5k_8Agbcr5vKfhftIkKPPvPF8uZCM55nzACL8qYnpYV-k-2NH8ihlb7_Uk2iMq571Gbl0ongpsOTarmsgp3VXJGy6vAT3CSPbPH8TeabcJCnhpuIcDFdqkSmjONCqyyUptwOE4AZhc/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518429361343332066" /></a><br />Day 14 A picture of my family minus Elisha who was sleeping.<div>Thanksgiving 2009<br /><div><div>Starting in the back left hand row is my Mom, Nana, Granddaddy, Poppa</div><div>Second Row starting on the left: Joshua, Kera, Ami in her lap, Christina holding Elijah, Lisa holding Sarah, Darlene holding Micah, Jeremiah</div><div>Front Row: My best friend and me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 15 Ipod on shuffle first 10 songs... I dont have an ipod so my itunes on shuffle with the first 10 songs :)</div><div><ol><li>Halfway Around the World- A*teens</li><li>Onward Christian Soldiers - African Children's Choir Zambia</li><li>Meant to Be- Jadon Lavik</li><li>Gone- Switchfoot</li><li>Without Love - Hairspray Soundtrack</li><li>Notice me Horton - Seussical the Musical</li><li>When I Dream at Night - Marc Anthony</li><li>Miracles Happen- Myra</li><li>It's Called Christmas with a Capital C - Go Fish</li><li>Spinnin' Around- Jump 5</li></ol><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-64023306094295683492010-09-16T20:46:00.000-07:002010-09-16T20:47:22.735-07:00Day 13.. a letter to someone who hurt you.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Dear Whomever,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You have hurt me. You befriended me and I befriended you and they with as easily as the waves crash on the shore you have turned around and left me. I thought we were close, I thought we were closer than close. But apparently what it seems was I was just a crutch for a moment. I was there and so you used me, and then I wasn’t needed anymore so you dropped out of my world.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wont put all the blame on you. I know I have my faults too. I got caught up in my own little whirlwind of crazy things happening in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m not that great of a texted or caller. But it seems that neither are you once a little distance is put between us. So I’m not blaming you for anything. I will share the blame… but I needed you and you weren’t there for me. We were supposed to be true friends but I guess it was just for a moment because you have your friends and I have mine. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I want to say I’ve forgiven you, and part of me has… time and time again I have forgiven you. And time and time again I’ve been let down. I know That Christ would keep forgiving. But I’m not Christ and this cut has been made to deep, so I give you to Christ, I give my hurt to Christ and He will have to forgive you for me until I can truly forgive you myself.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t wish bad things upon you, I still love you, but I cant play the games anymore and I wont be vulnerable anymore. And when major things happen in my life don’t be upset that you didn’t know because you lost that right when you dropped me. Yes I still consider us friends, but the Holy of Holies moment is gone, and I now se that we are really just outer court friends. And that’s ok. Please continue to move on with your life and I do pray God blesses it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jessica</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S. This letter is <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">not directed toward any one person</b>. And I know it may cause some drama, but I don’t care. I’m gonna be honest in my blogs. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And honestly folks, we are all adults here, lets act like it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S.S. If you feel that I have possibly dropped you or treated you poorly, then I am sorry my friend. It was surly not my intention. Please forgive me for being a jerk and a bad friend.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-17882392244847562092010-09-15T20:52:00.000-07:002010-09-15T20:53:36.621-07:00Day 12... How I found out about Blogger and why I made one.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I found out about the blogger.. well Regent Blogger by searching the Regent website before I went to Regent. I decided I wanted one because I remember as a prospective student I didn’t see any theatre major’s up who could tell me what life at Regent was like. I originally started it so that I could let those students know what was school life like, and what was theatre life like.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sorry Blogger, I have failed you.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-18262430868993342152010-09-14T16:34:00.001-07:002010-09-14T16:36:05.319-07:00Day 10 and 11<div><br /></div><div>Day 11</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImieHekzHhjVNl-opPWbp_WAhJiPP0TsF_nfAf0NGqZv1J6OtX5pvICF3dYHK_nXp4INRmKs-ilUxMeK8xm8KkZ_XJh4OXSxL7qU1yMyKwdmscJSKuVjTyDGpdYQYUhbR_Ggfez_8sqA/s1600/Tianna,+Ash,+Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImieHekzHhjVNl-opPWbp_WAhJiPP0TsF_nfAf0NGqZv1J6OtX5pvICF3dYHK_nXp4INRmKs-ilUxMeK8xm8KkZ_XJh4OXSxL7qU1yMyKwdmscJSKuVjTyDGpdYQYUhbR_Ggfez_8sqA/s320/Tianna,+Ash,+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516917012734680770" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:14.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;">Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I’m sure people have songs for each of these emotions but to be honest for me it varies and yet is very much the same. My music is generally Christina and on the occasion secular. But I don’t have any Fav songs for these emotions. Really I tend to put my music on random. SO yeah…. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-16018518949064055912010-09-12T17:19:00.000-07:002010-09-12T17:21:40.254-07:00Day 9... Something I'm proud of...in the past few days I have.... threaded a surger, been there for more than one friend, praised Jesus, stepped out of my comfort zone....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140089000531710862.post-52562870013198448142010-09-11T19:41:00.001-07:002010-09-11T19:41:39.704-07:00Day 8<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Day 8… Short term goals for this month (not in any particular order)</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Survive</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Figure out steady payment plan for tuition</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Grow closer to God</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Buy a table</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Get my Guinea Pig Chakita</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">6.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Loose 10 lb.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">7.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Loose 1 more inch.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">8.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Get more involved in church</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I think those are my short term goals… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>yep</p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0