how my noodle twirls March 21, 2008

I am..

a follower of Jesus, a daughter, a sister, a friend, Becoming Esther, an aunt (said: ant), “Miss Julie, Julee, Jooley, July….” to the “urban youth” of West Palm Beach, Florida.

I am me.

Here’s me in my nutty little nutshell…

When I love something – I really really love it – there is not much lukewarm about me – hot or cold – all or nothing – love or hate….
I love my friends alot…and I try to love people who aren’t.
I love my family too and I miss them (they are “home” in Ohio, I have been in Florida for going on 4 years)
I love to talk with people – but – I speak out of turn sometimes, let’s be honest – alot of the time…. and I try to use big words, they are real words, just not in the right sentence – sometimes I make up words. I figure if you know what I mean – that totally counts…
I am learning that God gave me two ears and one mouth for a reason and I’m learning Spanish …
I love wearing flip flops…but not as much as I love being barefooted…..
I hate Florida fire Ants for they are the anti flip-flop…after four years.. still hate them…
I love singing in the car and in the shower and in church, and I love making up songs…
I sing in the key of me….
I leave long voicemails…
Anything else you want to know???? If so just know I am an  ENFP (http://typelogic.com/enfp.html)- almost word for word…. kinda creepy, it was like someone got into my head and spewed it all out onto a personality profile…I embarrass myself easily..

 

A Prayer that I saw on a friends blog, sums it up…

Lord of reality, make me real.
not plastic,
synthetic,
pretend,
phony,
an actor playing her part,
hypocrite.

i don’t want to keep a prayer list,
but to pray.

nor agonize to find your will,
but to obey what i already know.

i don’t want to argue theories of inspiration,
but to submit to your word.

i don’t want to explain the difference between eros, phileo, and agape,
but to love.

i don’t want to sing as if i mean it,
but to mean it.

i don’t want to tell it like it is,
but to be it, like you want it.

i don’t want to think another needs me,
but to need him, else i’m not complete.

i don’t want to tell others how to do it,
but to do it.

i don’t want to have to always be right,
but to admit it when i’m wrong.

i don’t want to be a census taker,
but an obstetrician.

nor an involved person; a professional,
but a friend.

i don’t want to be insensitive,
but to hurt where other people hurt.

nor to say, “i know how you feel,”
but to say, “God knows, and i’ll try if you’ll be patient with me, and meanwhile i’ll be quiet.”

i don’t want to scorn the cliches of others,
but to mean everything i say – including this.

– anonymous