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Name: Amy
Birthday: 8/1/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Chi Omega, Reformed University Fellowhip, reading, reformed theology, coffee talks that usually aren't over coffee, cussing with hannah all the way back from Bible study (great stress relief), intramural soccer
Expertise: Thinking so intensely about stuff while I'm driving that I'm surprised when I get where I'm going because I don't remember the ride - not so safe.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  amyhere05
Member Since:
6/26/2005
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| Tonight i was taking a shower when i heard a girl come into the
bathroom and make herself throw up several times. the progression of my thoughts...
1. i hate American culture. i abhor hollywood. how could
they reduce girls to body-tanning, hair-dying, vomiting, dating messes? how
could they rob them of an appreciation for any kind of inner, true
beauty?
2. it's not entirely hollywood/stupid American culture's fault.
these girls still choose it. the only reason i don't choose it is
because of the amazing saving redemption provided by Christ. if
only these girls could see themselves from His point of view...
3. what is the Christian church, or rather, what am i doing wrong that
there are still girls who can't value themselves by identifying with
Christ? the church has been around close to 2000 years, surely we
could have figured this one out. why are we not counter-cultural
enough to make every girl realize just how base and ridiculous are this
world's standards of beauty?
4. "I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with
power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell
in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted
and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints,
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and
to know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to
the measure of all the fullness of God."
5. i love that God delights in answering prayers
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| this weekend will be my last time to see my sister for 6 months. AAAHHHHHHH. and that's how i feel about that.
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| I feel very small. the kind of small i feel when i'm at the beach
and there's nothing between me and the horizon. i feel small
because the sky is as blue as skies can possibly get, because i'm stuck
inside doing homework, because i told myself that family is a top
priority, but i'm not coming home to see my sister play tonight even
though we've been talking about it for months. i feel small
because i haven't seen my dog in a long time and i miss him and
whenever i do come home he's disappointed because my brother's not with
me. i feel small because my roomate is going home and i'm not.
i get my big tonight, but i'd give anything to show up at the mall and
at the end of the treasure hunt to find a smiling beautiful redhead
about to play with a band tonight.
on a slightly better note, "she thinks my tractor's sexy, it really
turns her on...she says she has a dream and I ask what it is. She
wants a little farm and a yard full of kids and one teeny weeny ride
before i take her home."
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| I feel like a superhero. I was sitting at my desk, eating a
Chewy, when i set it down and it suddenly dropped off the desk.
without even looking over i reach out and catch it. go ahead, put
me in The Return of the Incredibles
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| "Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like a usurp'd town to'another due,
Labor to admit you, bot oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me."
-John Donne
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