tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41361394732598270712024-03-12T23:15:25.176-06:00jollygoodtimewithcorrieCorrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-66006609200085502232013-12-17T00:55:00.000-07:002013-12-17T12:04:23.337-07:00This yearnin' feeling <div class="MsoNormal">
<b>FACT</b>: I am yearning for something. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think that I am always yearning for something. For
something more. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes the yearning is to do something to somehow 'better' this world.
To give myself meaning, maybe?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes the yearning is to go on adventures (which is
really hard/frustrating with a limited budget). Maybe I do this to prove myself?
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Sometimes the yearning is to just stop everything I’m doing.
Leave everything I’ve accomplished. Run away, and start anew (preferably
somewhere with a beach). <o:p></o:p></div>
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… <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yearning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you take away the “y”, “a”, “r”, “i”, “g”, and move the “e”
and “n’s”, and add a “u”, “c”, “o”, two “t’s”, two more “e's”, a "d", another “n”, and
two “s’s” you come up with a word that isn’t even a word according to word (I
know, dumb, right?). <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Uncontentedness</i>: the
act of not being content.<o:p></o:p></div>
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… <o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>Here’s the dealio, folks:</u><o:p></o:p></div>
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This ‘yearning’ feeling that I feel (and I’m pretty darn
sure you feel it too. Yes, you) is natural. I think as humans we are born to
yearn for something… more. Something… greater. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And sometimes we forget that this something ‘more’ and
something ‘greater’ is literally right in front of us, and behind us, and to
the right of us, and to the left of us, and above us, and below us, and inside
us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>(hint: He’s called God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, Father,
YHWH, Abba…)</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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HE is where our yearning should lie. HE is where we should
find our contentment. Even if life throws you curve-balls, even if people
around you fail, even if you want to do something better, go on adventures, be
someone different, even if you realize that there’s not enough cheese in the refrigerator
to put on that quesadilla you’ve been craving.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><i>RUN </i></b>to Him. <b><i>GRASP </i></b>Him. <b><i>LOVE </i></b>Him. Let Him <b><i>HOLD </i></b>you. Let Him
<b><i>GUIDE </i></b>you. <br />
Let Him fulfill your yearning. Let Him be your content. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">It’s Challenge for Corrie time:</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(side note: in my head I’m currently playing this epic theme song while I bust
through a door and yell: “CHALLENGE FOR CORRIE TIME!!!”)</span></div>
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When I’m yearning to make the world a better place: serve
others (in my home, in my neighborhood, in my city).</div>
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When I’m yearning to go on an adventure: spend time in the surrounding beauty
with my Bible.</div>
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When I’m yearning to run away: look around at the many, MANY blessings God has
placed in my life.</div>
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<b>When I’m yearning… go to HIM. </b><o:p></o:p></div>
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smiles. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>disclaimer: pretty much every time I 'blog', I usually start it by complaining, or whining, or wanting to write about a disagreement. And usually, as I write I start to get a different perspective on things. God gracefully and slowly shows Himself to me as I write. For some reason or another I see how some of my 'original blogging thoughts' are... um... dumb. idiotic. no-good for nobody.<br />(Seriously, This blog post was originally 2-times as long before I deleted the first half). </i></div>
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<i>So praise be to God who gives me a new perspective on life, and allows me to sleep with a peaceful mind rather than with an upset mind. </i></div>
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<i>And if no one else gets anything out of this little ol' blog of mine, then that's okay. Because I usually learn something new as I write. So selfishly, this blog is for me. But I thank thee for reading it as well. Through the ramblings and all, God bless your beautiful and patient soul. </i></div>
Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-91060243061934711312013-11-23T10:58:00.001-07:002013-11-23T10:58:18.417-07:00On Respecting Authority <div class="MsoNormal">
A topic that has been brought up several times this past
semester, and something that I have been thinking a lot about is on the subject
of <b>respecting authority</b>. <o:p></o:p></div>
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No matter our status, we will ALWAYS have authority. Whether
that be parents, teachers/faculty, bosses, or the government… authority is
always there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And even if you’re at the top of authority in the world,
there’s still God. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So no matter who you are, or where you are- there will be
authority. And with that, there will ALWAYS be disagreements and conflicts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The Bible teaches us to respect authority, to submit to
authority. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There have been many instances at this school, and even with
the government where I so easily get mad at the authority, complain about the
authority, and talk bad about the authority. And frankly, that’s just me spreading
rumors and gossip. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t know what goes on behind the scenes with the people “up
there”. Sure, maybe their actions are not the best. Maybe their intentions aren't
good. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But who am I to talk bad about them? They were put in that
position because they were QUALIFIED. Smart people choose these authority
figures. They did not just choose a random person walking down the street. They
deliberated, they reviewed, they researched, they interviewed, they tested. And
the authority figures that we have now passed all of them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So this is my challenge to others, <b>but especially to myself</b>:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Instead of saying negative things about our leaders to others, instead of
complaining, instead of not respecting them… what if we prayed for them? They
need prayer… there is so much POWER in prayer. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Can you imagine if we all prayed for our leaders instead of
complained about them? Wow. Instead of human hands working, God will be working.
And that is a beautiful thing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And if we do have those complaints, talk to those leaders.
Approach them, ask them questions. Figure out the reasons behind why they are
doing things the way they are doing them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And ya, there are some leaders that we can’t approach. So
again I say, PRAY FOR THEM. What good does complaining do? <u>Nothing</u>. But oh,
what GOOD will come by praying for them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>I pray that I learn to better respect my authority and
leaders. I pray that I better understand them more. And I pray that God can do
powerful things through them. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>With God, we can move mountains. </b><o:p></o:p></div>
Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-75639479526113772142013-11-13T15:40:00.000-07:002013-11-13T15:40:15.393-07:00My Time is God's Time. <div class="MsoNormal">
Conviction of the week:<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am selfish of my time. I treat it as an idol. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As an introvert, I thrive on time alone. And that’s fine and
dandy, but am I using my introverted-ness as an excuse? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Because last I checked, my time is not my own. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My time is God’s time. Am I using God’s time to Glorify Him?
Or am I using God’s time to take one more nap, to check facebook one more time,
to procrastinate on homework a little longer?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unfortunately, ya… I am. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My time is God’s time, and God’s time should be used to grow
His kingdom, to build solid relationships, to grow spiritually. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Time is always there, yet it’s gone in a split-second. <br />
Time is such a simple word, yet such a powerful word. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Am I spending my time wisely, or foolishly? <br />
Am I abusing it, and taking it for granted? Or grasping onto each second? <o:p></o:p></div>
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My time is God’s time, and there’s no better time to use my
time than now. <o:p></o:p></div>
Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-33889368285102636232013-05-16T00:02:00.004-06:002013-05-16T00:02:45.101-06:00One last goodbye <br />
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Ex, schmecks, schmecky schmeck schmeckers, poopy, poop-face,
baby boy… <o:p></o:p></div>
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Echo. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The dog with many names, oh how I will miss calling him
those. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I never thought that I would devote a blog post to my dog,
but I also never knew that it would hurt this much. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Pets suck. They make you fall in love with them. They cuddle
with you. They give you unexpected kisses. They wag their tails. They run
around and have fun. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then they get old. They still get excited when you walk in
the door; it’s just a little slower. <br />
Then they get even older, and that excitement turns into a simple head lift as their
tired body is lying down. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And then they get to the point where you can tell they are
suffering. And you know you have to take them to the vet, but you don’t want to
because you know what the outcome is going to be. And every part of your body wants you to be
selfish and make them stay with you longer… just one more day. But you know you
can’t. You know what’s best. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And that sucks. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Around 10:00am Wednesday the 15<sup>th</sup>, I had to say
goodbye to my puppy one last time. I had to squeeze him one last time. I had to
give him a kiss one last time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This dog… the dog that has been with me through my awkward
Jr. High years. The one who was there throughout high school. The one who
welcomed me back from Sweden. The one who I got to see for just one more day
when I came back from college. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This dog has managed to break my heart. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew this day was coming, and I tried to prepare myself.
As I was making the 9 hour car trip back home on Tuesday, I knew it most likely
would happen this summer… I thought that I wanted him to pass before I got
home. I knew how hard it would be for me to have to say goodbye to him, knowing
it would be my last time. But now that his time has actually come, I am so
thankful that I got one more night with him, and that I got to hold him one
more time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I never knew one little dog could make me cry so much. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He will be missed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I love you poop-face. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-88774031382167204282013-03-20T16:28:00.003-06:002013-03-20T16:28:51.854-06:00Going to a Christian College <br />
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Since the beginning of my existence, I have lived a pretty
sheltered life. I went to nice middle-class (mostly Christian) schools, had a
steady family dynamic, had a good relationship with my church, lived in a safe
neighborhood… you get the point. I've had it easy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So I was always nervous about the possibility of going to a
Christian college. Because I thought to myself, “you need to experience the
un-sheltered, ‘real-world’ life”. <o:p></o:p></div>
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For a long time that is what I seriously thought… that I
need to experience an environment that was completely un-sheltered, where I was
around people that lived a different life-style than me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Why did I have these feelings, one will never know. But I
had them, and they were there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But oh how happy I am to know that those feelings did not
get in the way of me attending a Christian college. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My grandma was admitted to the hospital last night, and is
going to have heart surgery tomorrow… <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span>1.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->I am SO thankful that I am going to school only
an hour away.<br /><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"> 2.</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">I am SO thankful that I am going to a school
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To tell a professor why you won’t be in class tomorrow, and
getting a reply that says, “I’m praying, keep me updated” means the world to
me. They honestly care about me. That’s something special. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And then to have a professor (who isn’t your adviser know
your major, and email you job or volunteer opportunities geared toward that
major. Wow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Or like this morning, as I was taking a midterm at 7:30am. Not
only did our professor bring in coffee, water, orange juice, donuts, and
muffins… but he walked around the room giving us refills and picking up our
trash as we were filling out our answers. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They care about me, and about my future. Seriously, you can’t
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Maybe I have lived a “more sheltered” life than others.
Maybe I have yet to experience the ‘real-world’ and all that comes with it. But
instead of wanting to have those experiences, I am learning to just be thankful
for the maybe sheltered life I am living now. Because I have no doubt in my
mind that they are preparing me and my heart for whatever is to come, and that
is a beautiful, amazing thing. <o:p></o:p></div>
Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-66300254621222835382013-02-01T14:35:00.000-07:002013-02-01T14:35:00.481-07:00GUYS, I'm in Omaha... <br />
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Well hello there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here. I have
two excuses:<br />
1. I was writing on another blog whilst in Sweden
(www.corriegoestosweden.blogspot.com)<br />
2. After coming home from Sweden I just never had anything too… exciting… to
write about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So a little update in one sentence- Ready…GO:<o:p></o:p></div>
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I came home from Sweden, hung out for four months, and then
started College in Omaha, Nebraska. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Pretty exciting, eh?<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I’m here now in Nebraska. It doesn't have quite the same
charm as Sweden, but it has its own beauty. Like the sunrises and sunsets, the
trees in the fog, the super super nice people EVERYWHERE (except for the lady
that honked at me that one time… that wasn't very nice…).<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m studying Christian Camping at Grace University. Here’s
how a normal conversation goes when I tell people about what I’m doing:<o:p></o:p></div>
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People: “What? You’re studying how to go camping as a Christian?”<br />
Me: “no, no, no. I’m studying the ministry that is Christian camping.”<br />
People: “Oh, so you’re going to run a
camp someday?”<br />
Me: “no, not necessarily. I am going to learn how to work in a team of awesome
people who together use their talents to run camps. I’m going to learn how to
be a part of ministry. I’m going to learn how to tell people about Jesus.”<br />
People: “oh, cool.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, cool. <o:p></o:p></div>
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So far I have met some great people, and am loving my
classes. I have been in Omaha for almost 2 weeks (it’s weird cause part of me
feels like I've been here longer, but another part of me feels like the time
has gone by so fast already). I think I’m
past that awkward, “hi, I’m Corrie. I’m new. And I have absolutely no clue what
I’m doing” stage. At lease I hope I’m past that. I’m meeting new people, making
new friends, figuring out how to work my way around the really confusing campus
layout. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s a work in progress. And I know it will take time. But I
am so blessed by these last 2 weeks and everything that has happened so far! I’m
excited to see where the rest of this semester will lead me! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-55894165702585128242012-02-02T15:38:00.002-07:002012-02-02T15:46:36.688-07:00weekend<div align="center">this weekend I plan to sleep.<br />
and sleep some more.</div><div align="center">well that, and attack the laundry pile that stares me down every time I enter my room.</div><div align="center">and maybe start I'll start to collect supplies for Sweden.</div><div align="center">Speaking of Sweden, go <a href="http://corriegoestosweden.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">There's also a <em>really </em>good possibility I'll bake some cookies.</div><div align="center">or just make the cookie dough, and skip the baking part. We'll see.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">either way, I'm counting on a low-key weekend.</div><div align="center">(and snow!)<br />
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on another note, I was working on some stuff at work today (imagine that), and a little town called <em>Elephant Butte</em> popped up.<br />
admit it, when you first read it you read <em>Elephant Butt</em>, not <em>ButtE.</em><br />
HA. It's the little things. </div>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-40193966663079981172011-12-08T23:06:00.000-07:002011-12-08T23:06:03.985-07:00PrayMy grandpa is in the hospital again. He had a stroke.<br />
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The doctors said that his right artery was 90% blocked, and his left was 86% blocked. <br />
He has some brain damage ( though thankfully it dosent sound like a lot), and they will have to eventually perform heart surgery. <br />
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We were planning on meeting my grandparents at a campground in Cali 2 weeks from now. Plans have obviously changed.<br />
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It kills me knowing that I can't be there with them right now... But we have family there who I know are taking good care of him, and each other.<br />
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I am reminded of Philippians 4:6-7. It was a verse that helped me get through the last time he was in the hospital, and it's a verse that is helping me now. <br />
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Though I am hundreds of miles away from him right now, I can still count on prayer. My grandpa is a fighter. He shouldn't be alive from his last accident, yet he is. I know that with Gods grace, he can win this new battle.<br />
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My grandma is also the strongest person I know. Her love for him is inspirational, and I know that with her by his side he knows this is not a fight he has to be in on his own... I'm so thankful for her.... For both of them...<br />
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Please pray for my grandpa, and my family. This is a tough one...Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-31271937722623553012011-11-06T21:36:00.000-07:002011-11-06T21:36:01.174-07:00It's a Swedish Life for Me!I started a new blog to talk about this next adventure in my life... I'm so excited about it actually becoming a reality!!! <br />
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Check it out: <a href="http://www.corriegoestosweden.blogspot.com/">http://www.corriegoestosweden.blogspot.com/</a>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-36365998382683085332011-04-19T10:19:00.002-06:002011-04-19T10:19:40.638-06:00Peace During the Hard Times<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a fire yesterday at work. Something happened with the dryer, and it caught on fire, causing everything in the laundry room to pretty much be destroyed, and everything in the dining hall (which is above the laundry room) to have a nasty layer of ash. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I haven’t seen it, but apparently it’s a mess. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You see, it’s tough for a camp to have to deal with these kinds of things, because we have to keep on rolling. It’s not like we have time to take our time. Our weekend is full, and our laundry room and dining hall are currently unusable. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not only that, but there are some major health issues going on within the staff. I feel like every day I come into work, there’s something new that a staff member is dealing with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not.fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, it’s times like these that I am continually amazed at how strong and tight the staff at Ponderosa is. It’s times like these that I feel encouraged, when I would normally feel discouraged. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The staff here keeps on fighting. You can tell they’re stressed and they’re tired, yet they do everything they possibly can to help this camp improve, to make sure every guest is satisfied even when they are having to deal with their own personal huge hurdles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s amazing how attractive selflessness is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are many reasons why I love this job. And one of those reasons is how I continually see the good in people. How every day I am inspired by those who I work with. That is something that I wouldn’t trade for anything. It is something that, no matter how low my paycheck might be, or how tired I am at the end of the day, makes every second up here worth it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-30705369138014028012011-02-08T14:50:00.000-07:002011-02-08T14:50:03.747-07:00My new toy!I got a new toy last week.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It’s one of these:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Canon Rebl XS</td></tr>
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</div>I. Love. It.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I’ve just started playing it, and can’t wait to figure what else it can do.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Echo Dog</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hole in the fence</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad's Stream</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I’ve been working on decorating my room… making it MY place. It’s been a work in progress- and will probably always be a work in progress. I move stuff around, add stuff, take away stuff. BUT, I really like how it looks right now- so here’s pictures, with my new camera, of course. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's even clean!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My "life corner" includes a vine and a fish named Pat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've been seeing this idea of putting egg cartons around christmas lights... I always thought it was funny- until I tried it... and I love it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A painting by my great grandpa. I never meet him- but his paintings are all over our house. They're beautiful! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My larger than life poster. It's cute, and I like.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-fbN1F1Lq0QbRUl-jpRinARu1fv3tmrFLkDGdtWYdWL_qDro-4qi8H4kgvu__9936vJnE29wZuCKJNJOf9zvkHJPFV1CUbyW8sV2-8DvCf9mXj-HiFtNqRVTheT1FwN01GEIn3vmLVQ/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-fbN1F1Lq0QbRUl-jpRinARu1fv3tmrFLkDGdtWYdWL_qDro-4qi8H4kgvu__9936vJnE29wZuCKJNJOf9zvkHJPFV1CUbyW8sV2-8DvCf9mXj-HiFtNqRVTheT1FwN01GEIn3vmLVQ/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-32288975892895139442011-01-31T12:16:00.000-07:002011-01-31T12:16:05.464-07:00snow and snowbound<blockquote><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="messagebody2"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Tahoma", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"For He says to the snow, 'Fall on the earth'; Likewise to the gentle rain and the heavy rain of His strength... Listen to this, O Job; Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God. " (Job 37:6, 14)</span></span></div></blockquote></blockquote>I have always loved the snow, maybe not so much the cold that comes with it, but fresh snowfall always perks me up in the mornings. <br />
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</tbody></table>On another note, SNOWBOUND was two weekends ago. I know, I know... I'm a little late writing about it, but it's been a crazy week. <br />
Anyways, snowbound, as always, was amazing! Everyone had an awesome time coming together and growing a stronger relationship with God. There were 12 girls that came up, and all were fabulous to hang out with! The speaker did an amazing job speaking about God's love for us, about everyone's potential, about discipleship, and so much more. Saturday night was the "emotional night". You gotta have one at any retreat. The tears were rolling down everyone's faces. God was defiantly present that night.<br />
Sad story, I could not find my camera before the retreat, so I did not get any pictures except for the two from my cell phone. <br />
(note: my mom found my camera yesterday, in one of her flower pots? don't ask, cause I have no clue).<br />
Here are the two pictures that I took. We got right up front and center during the bands concert. It was loud, and I probably experienced some level of hearing loss, but it was still rockin'! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nick the man</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bethany the fabulous</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-8850150597106371072011-01-04T10:08:00.000-07:002011-01-04T10:08:24.708-07:00Modern Day Serpents (or a bad apple)Today I read Genesis 3. You know the story, the fall of man.<br />
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A serpent tempts Eve, Eve eats the apple off the forbidden tree, and now us ladies get to read, “I will greatly increase the pains in childbearing.” Awesome. <br />
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Satan told Eve, “You will not certainly die… For God knows that when you eat from [the forbidden tree] your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil “(v. 4-5).<br />
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Wait… that sounds familiar. It sounds a lot like what I hear all the time in today’s world.<br />
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Get drunk… you wont die.. it’s fun.<br />
Sleep around… everyone else is doing it<br />
Wear revealing clothing… that’s what all the cool people wear<br />
Don’t pray, go to church, read your bible… you have better things to do with your time<br />
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Genesis 3:6 says: <br />
<blockquote>… the women saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and <strong>pleasing to the eye</strong>… </blockquote><br />
<strong><u>PLEASING TO THE EYE</u></strong>… I don’t have enough room to write everything that might be “pleasing to the eye” in this world. There are a lot of bad apples out there. Apples that look shiny, red, juicy… but on the inside they are bitter.<br />
Apples like:<br />
Drugs<br />
Alcohol<br />
Sex<br />
Porn<br />
Time “wasters” (echem… facebook)<br />
Clothes<br />
Media<br />
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You get the idea. There are so many things that the world has created to be pleasing to the eye, when in fact they are not pleasing at all in God’s eye. <br />
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So who are we gonna listen to?<br />
The world, which could lead to hell<br />
Or Jesus, who leads us to heaven<br />
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Adam and Eve lived a perfect life. All they saw, did, knew was Gods AMAZING creation. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">They</div><div style="text-align: center;">Had</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything</div><br />
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Yet, one simple idea changed it all. The idea that they could be like God. <br />
One bite. <br />
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Don’t be the one who takes a bite out of a bad apple. Watch out for those serpents, they are everywhere.Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-23839518141680195122010-12-20T11:02:00.002-07:002010-12-20T11:06:50.488-07:00Winnie's WisdomIn light of the new Winnie the Pooh movie coming out (EXCITEMENT), I thought I would gather some of my favorite Winnie the Pooh quotes. That little bear was smarter then he thought. <br />
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<blockquote>“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. I'll always be with you.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“"I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh.<br />
"I wish I were there to be doing it, too." </blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and long words bother me.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“You can't always sit in your corner of the forest and wait for people to come to you... you have to go to them sometimes.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>“"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." <br />
"I know," said Pooh humbly.”</blockquote><br />
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<blockquote>"That buzzing-noise means something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee. .... And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey..... <br />
And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it." </blockquote><br />
<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRT86ZggCEk?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRT86ZggCEk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-23343576540271431492010-12-07T15:19:00.001-07:002010-12-07T15:21:42.939-07:00Quote of the day“When work feels overwhelming, remember that you’re going to die.” <br />
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That may sound a bit, well, un-inspirational, or pessimistic, or de-motivating. But, I have a point with it. How about I try to re-write it, “life is tough, but if you work hard, it’ll be worth it in the end”<br />
There, does that sound better? <br />
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I think we tend to get too caught up in our day-to-day life. The world consumes us… TIME consumes us. We are constantly living under this impression that life stinks, and there’s nothing we can do about it. <br />
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Someone once told me, “you think life is hard now? Just wait till later.”<br />
Um, thanks. Way to boost my optimism (enter sarcasm). Anyways, why does life have to be harder later? Why do I have to dread on what’s to come? <br />
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Short answer: I don’t. Because God gave us this gift, and his name is Jesus Christ. And this gift gives us a way into heaven, to have eternal life. <br />
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So, you think life is hard now? That’s okay… just wait until you get to spend the rest of it with God, then it’s<br />
going to be great. A never-ending party. Never-ending worship. Never-ending happiness.<br />
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Ahh, yes. that sounds wonderful.Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-53753338472011699182010-11-17T20:59:00.000-07:002010-11-17T20:59:45.692-07:00God, the awesome God.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">outside my window in the office</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I work there. No need to be jealous... well... alright- it's okay to be a little jealous.</span> <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a fact. I love my job. There are those "eh" days... but they are few. And those "eh" days usually disappear around lunch time when I get to hang out with the awesome staff... who are literally "eh-less"... seriously, they are incapable of "eh".</span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Going past the "eh"... It's amazing how God works in our lives- without us really knowing it. I teach the jr. highers at our church, and this past week we talked about prayer... and how we may not always think God is listening- but he gives us just what we <em>need</em>... not <em>want</em>.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You see, if you are an avid reader of my blog... of which I'm sure many of you are... echem... you'll know that I've had a problem... and that problem was finding a job. I worked at Ponderosa over the summer as a housekeeper, and knew that I would need to find another job when winter came that would give me enough hours. I searched hard for that job. Too-many-to-count applications, too-many-to-count calls/emails, and a few hopeful interviews that went nowhere. I was about to give up. Nothing was happening. I kept praying to God for a job. I kept praying that He would finacially provide for me a way to get to Sweden.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And nothing happened. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waited...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and waited...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and waited some more...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and while I waited, I kept filling out those applications.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then something happened... The kitchen at Ponderosa needed someone to work when they could not find anyone else... and they found me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A girl who used to work in the office at Ponderosa got another job, and they needed someone to fill her position ASAP... and they found me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ponderosa has still (surprisingly) been pretty busy, so housekeeping still needs me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There you have it... 30+ hours a week of wonderful work! I could not ask for anything better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God is an awesome God. That whole time while I was praying and waiting, He knew what was coming... that I would be needed at this camp of which I love. </span><br />
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<blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>“Seek the <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Kingdom</placetype> of <placename w:st="on">God</placename></place> above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need” (Matthew 6:33).</em></span></span></div></blockquote><br />
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<strong>I have a job</strong>. Well, it’s actually the same job- sort of… but better hours- yipeee! I am still working at the Ponderosa Camp and Conference Center (and having a blast working there, I might add). Over the summer I just worked housekeeping. Then, as fall started to approach I got onto the kitchen staff. And now, I’m in the office. That’s right folks, I have my own desk, own computer, own work email, own set of keys. Wooo. I feel legit now! <br />
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<strong>School is still going</strong>. The past couple of weeks, er month, have been crazy. It’s been a learning process to try and fit school work into a 30+ hour work week. I’ve been slacking, and I’ve been behind in my school work- which is no bueno. This past week I’ve really been working on fitting school and work together. It’s crazy, and a little stressful at times, but I can do it… and I am doing it. The process of catching up will be tough, but it will all be worth it in the end! Plus, midterms are over… so I get a week or two of “easy” school.<br />
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I’ve realized lately that I have a lot of new favorites in my life. New hobbies, books, music… which brings me to the title of my post: And these are a few of my (new) favorite things. So here they are, enjoy.<br />
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1. <strong>Leon Jackson.</strong> He’s this UK singer. Michael Buble-ish… or as I like to say- AWESOME! I had to order his CD on Amazon, cause apparently America is too good for him. It took a while for the CD to come- but it finally did! And I love it! Take a listen:<br />
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2. <strong>Mark of the Lion Series</strong>. By Francine Rivers. Uh-ma-zing. I’m not much of a reader (pity), but I do get caught up in her books. I read Redeeming Love a while ago- love, love, love. And then I was introduced to her Mark of the Lion series- love, love, love. GOOD Christian-fiction-romance can be hard to find- but I found it. If you want to check her out- lemme know… I am happy to loan out a book or two! Plus, it’s almost winter… who doesn’t want to curl up in a <strike>blanket</strike> snuggie, with a hot beverage, and read a nice, warm your heart, awwwww, romance. <br />
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3. <strong>Hand written letters</strong>. I love it when I get a letter in the mail- and I realized that does not happen on a regular basis… so I thought that maybe if I started writing hand-written letters to people, they’d write me back- and viola, letter in the mail for mua. Brilliant, right? <br />
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4. <strong>Crochet</strong>. I started learning by myself (on youtube, nonetheless) how to crochet during the summer…. Which is also happens to be the worst season to learn. I have a bag full of hats and scarves that I made, but have yet to wear (yay fall and winter!). Now that it’s getting cold- FINALLY- I’m getting excited again to crochet!<br />
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5. <strong>Julian Smith</strong>. So, I’m not much for spending too much time on youtube watching videos. But I have been recently introduced to Julian Smith. HI-LAR-I-OUS. Well… maybe it’s just me. His videos are clean (for the most part), and incredibly random. Randomocity + Corrie = perfect. Again- love, love, love. Check him out: <a href="http://www.juliansmith.tv/">http://www.juliansmith.tv/</a><br />
6. <strong>Growing Stuff</strong>. My brain must be seasonally backwards- I crochet in the summer, and grow stuff in the winter… hmmm… Anywho, my mom got this vine from a student from her school- she had no where to put it, so I took it off her hands. It now sits in my room. I’ll admit- I’m horrible at remembering to water (thus the plant genie- which I still forget to fill up when it gets empty). But I love it. I love pulling up the blinds to give it sunlight (is this weird?). I love just looking at it and all it’s twisty parts. I love the fact that even though I don’t always water it- it still looks good. I’m also growing some Lima beans. It’s for a biology project. They are just now starting to pop up out of the soil- and It’s just so fascinating to me how fast those little things grow… I just want to stand there and cheer them on… (weird again?).<br />
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7. <strong>Work</strong>. I wrote a little bit above about my work. I love working there. LOVE IT. The staff is awesome and so encouraging! I love being able to openly talk about God and to have deep discussions with everyone! I love working in the office because I get to actually meet the guests- though some are, well, weird- I love hearing why they’re here and a little bit about their life. I also love the fact that I work in 3 different places- so it never gets boring. This week, I’ve worked in the office and will work housekeeping. Next week I’ll work kitchen, office, and housekeeping! GAH- love it. <br />
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8. <strong>Junior High</strong>. So, Jr. High has always been a favorite of mine- but it just keeps getting better! We’ve started doing small groups… and though the girls can get a little chatty, we still are able to always have at least one good discussion- and they’re always worth it… even if they’re a little off topic! Let me tell- we have some smart girls in the youth group!<br />
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9. <strong>Green Tea and Hot Chocolate</strong>. Nough said.<br />
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10. <strong>Sweden</strong>. It’s starting to become a reality again. And I cannot wait to see it come true! I’ve started filling out my application, and figuring out what steps I need to take to make this dream a reality… so exciting! <br />
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So there you have it, a long post, my apologies. But thanks for reading anyways!Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-64208128362301139902010-09-20T14:33:00.002-06:002010-09-20T14:35:20.309-06:00Are you cool? Interesting article...<div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Greek Word for "Cool"</span></strong></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><blockquote><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did you know there was a Greek word for "cool"? The Greeks developed the concept of "coolness" a long time before James Dean did and long before American culture became obsessed with how cool we are.</span></blockquote></span><blockquote><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Greek word I'm referring to is κλέος (kleos). If you read a modern translation of the works of Homer or other ancient Greek writers, it is generally translated "fame," "honor," or even "glory." The Louw & Nida Lexicon defines κλέος as "a good reputation as an index of status—‘honor, fame, good reputation.’"</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Professor Timothy Shutt, who teaches Western Civ at Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio, says that κλέος as the Greeks understood it was more akin to our modern idea of "cool." In his Foundations of Western Thought audio lectures, Shutt notes that the ancient Greeks were obsessed with κλέος--with one-upping each other, with being cool--and they contributed that obsession all the way down to our culture today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The New Testament only uses κλέος once--in 1 Peter 2:20. Generally, translators render it as "credit" such as seen here in the Holman Christian Standard Bible:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“For what <strong>credit</strong> is there if you endure when you sin and are beaten? But when you do good and suffer, if you endure, it brings favor with God.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's hard to say exactly how Peter meant κλέος to be used here because that is the word's only occurrence in the entire New Testament (although it is used a couple of times in the LXX--Job 28:22; 30:8). But how would Greek readers have understood Peter's words? Consider 1 Pet 2:20 instead as I've paraphrased it:</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Is it cool for you to survive when you sin and are beaten for it? But when you do good and suffer--if you survive--that's cool, and brings favor with God."</span></strong></blockquote><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> credit: </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/rmansfield/thislamp/files/17c38eb3160b84802e6a2a6f85adbdcb-253.html"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://homepage.mac.com/rmansfield/thislamp/files/17c38eb3160b84802e6a2a6f85adbdcb-253.html</span></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I want to be cool. How about you?</div>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-35581880909529102412010-09-19T21:45:00.000-06:002010-09-19T21:45:43.613-06:00Sweden...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIS7-O3ngBH9wSl6lbgPRvozob5MWgpxhtgv1Q1r5uSCkCGAHecmxChArXBBKmHLF83tjmvH5A1k6cMyVRKoS51VTOzvRoIzSzrMdhewJXA7sVu48F9NcpOjhVGsPrA63Q6aPuqfWXv0/s1600/holsby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIS7-O3ngBH9wSl6lbgPRvozob5MWgpxhtgv1Q1r5uSCkCGAHecmxChArXBBKmHLF83tjmvH5A1k6cMyVRKoS51VTOzvRoIzSzrMdhewJXA7sVu48F9NcpOjhVGsPrA63Q6aPuqfWXv0/s320/holsby.jpg" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">cute, right? (</span><a href="http://www.holsby.org/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">www.holsby.org</span></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">)</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Dear Sweden,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>How do I get to you? How can I make you possible?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>...</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am starting to wonder if I really can make Sweden possible. $12,000 is a lot... especially when I barely have enough money in the bank to pay for gas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is this a situation where I can send out "sponsorship" letters, and set up a website with one of those thermometers showing how much money I've raised?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is this something that I can ask for a loan from my grandparents?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will my parents be able to pitch in?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What about the loan I have now from Pikes Peak Community College... will I have to start paying that back after this year- while I'm in Sweden?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Should I only plan on being in Sweden for half a school year versus a whole year?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Gah.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like I said before, I barely have enough money to pay for my life <strong><em>now</em></strong>... how will I be able to pay for anything <strong><em>later</em></strong>?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to send in my application soon... however, one question asks if I will be able to pay the cost of the whole tuition.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if I can't? Does that mean I can't go? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't want to not go. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, what happens if I end up not being able to go?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where would I go next year? College? Or work for a year and shoot for Sweden again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I go to College- which one? Should I continue the cheap(er) route and stay home and go to UCCS? Should I go to another public college in Colorado? Should I leave Colorado... maybe a Christian College?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>or...</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if I decide to just work for a year? then what? Go to Sweden, then finish up college?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's <strong>2</strong> more years added to my college education... is that what I want?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Way too many questions for my little head... very overwhelming... I don't know where to start.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Prayer is the only thing I know is certain.</strong></span></div>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-86322366152781199442010-09-11T21:00:00.001-06:002010-09-11T21:09:08.067-06:00I'm a messPress play first:<br />
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I'm a mess.<br />
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well, not really a mess, mess. But the kind of mess where I know how to fix it/clean it up... but I don't. <br />
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I've been dealing with stuff. Nothing big (well, it's big in my world- but that's mostly because I'm a girl with way too many emotional hormones to deal with). <br />
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school, job (or lack thereof), Sweden, money, family... life. <br />
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But then there was something I realized tonight. I need God. And I know that I need Him... and I constantly think to myself, "self, you need God. Why don't you go talk to Him? Why don't you read His word? Why don't you listen to Him?"<br />
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But that's as far as I get. I don't talk to Him, I don't read my bible, and I don't listen. And when that happens- I get stuck in this rut... and I know the one thing that will pull me out- but I don't let Him in. <br />
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I was writing in my journal, and I wrote, " I'm desperate, stressed, and confused. I'm not patient or trusting in God... seems like I need to re-set my priorities... I need my Superhero God to come to my rescue, but first I need to let Him in." <br />
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And with that, I drew a little comic (though I don't like to call it a comic- it's not funny or silly... it's actually a really sad fact about my life). I decided to share said comic with you (whoever you may be). Be warned, it was not drawn by anybody close to being good at art... but hey, I tried- and that's all that counts- right? <br />
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</strong>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-13208002879763988742010-08-11T11:34:00.000-06:002010-08-11T11:34:04.439-06:00Report: Day 1<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here are 10 things I learned about working one day on Pikes Peak... so far...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1. You lose about a liter of water just by driving up the mountain... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2. Making world famous donuts is easy, but messy. I'm still picking out dough from my arm hairs</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">3. If you bend down to pick/clean something up, then stand back up, you get dizzy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">4. Dropping a whole tray of donuts results in a super slipper floor (oops!!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">5. The people I work with are pretty cool... now I just need to get out of my shyness bubble and become friends with them! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">6. First shift leaves at 7:00 am, which means I need to leave home around 6:30am, which means I need to get to bed earlier... waaayyy earlier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">7. You can drink as much water as you want to, and not have to pee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">8. Working 8 hours hurts feet</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">9. Don't throw your dentures away, or else someone will have to dig through all the garbage, all day (luckily, said person was not me)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">10. This is going to be a super challenging job, especially when I add school into the mix, but I'm excited about all the opportunities it's going to present!</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Disclaimer: these are not my donuts... however, my donuts did look better- just sayin'!</span></div>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-65220636948886652662010-08-09T19:55:00.000-06:002010-08-09T19:55:21.857-06:00God, the miracle worker<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, as many of you might know, for the past month-or-so-ish, I have been looking for a job. I have a job right now, as a housekeeper at a camp, but as summer is dying down, so are my hours. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Back to the job, I've been seeking and seeking for one. Been applying online, and in person. Have made calls and have emailed, but nothing. Then today my dad sent me a link from craigslist. There was a posting for a job. I was a little leery of it at first. I know that there are many scams to be found on craigslist, and when I looked up the address on google maps, it was a warehouse- sketchy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyways, I decided to go, and drag my brother along with me- just in case. He went in and decided to apply to. We sat down, along with two other people, and filled out our applications. About the time we finished, a lady walked out, took us to her office (both of us at the same time), and "interviewed" us. The cool thing about this interview? well, it was not really an interview. She asked us a few questions, then we started trying to figure out when we could start working. She put our names on the schedule, and said "Welcome aboard".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">so there you have it, easiest job to get... ever! We filled out a lot of other paper work... like A LOT, a lot, got our uniforms, and start work <strong><span style="font-size: large;">TOMORROW</span></strong>! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Can I just tell you how excited I am? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I realize I never actually said where me and Jake are going to be working, so let me just show you, because after all, a picture is worth 1,000 words, right? And this picture express the 1,000 different ways I'm soooo excited about my new job! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that's right folks, I will be working at the top of PIKES PEAK! I will be working in the kitchen (can anyone say greasy donuts?), and Jake will be working in the gift shop! I will even be able to see where I work- from my window! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">God really is an awesome God. He picked the perfect timing to get me a job... and not only is it a job, it's a job on top of a mountain... I can't get over that! I'm going to be on the top of Pikes Peak several days each week... GAH! Excitement! And he provided both me, and my brother jobs... that's a whole lot of peace of mind for us, and our parents! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And now my plans to go to Sweden next year are closer to coming true! </span>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-29004539809845888702010-07-12T23:04:00.000-06:002010-07-12T23:04:03.291-06:00TrustI have always struggled with trusting in God 100%... and when I need to trust in Him the most, I seem to trust in Him the least. Why is that?<br />
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There are some big things happening in my life… There’s a really, really, REALLY good chance that I will be in Sweden in two years… TWO YEARS. I have been looking into torchbearers- they are basically a program that has bible schools all over the world. As I was searching through their website, the bible school in Sweden caught my eye. The school in Sweden seemed perfect! Tuition, accommodation, and food for a year in Sweden will cost around $8,000…. Which is WAY cheaper than anything in the states! <br />
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Trust. That’s really what I need to be doing right now. Trusting that God will provide. Such an easy, simple phrase- yet such a hard action. Why is it so easy for us to trust other people? For us to even trust people we have NEVER MET? Yet it’s so hard for us to trust in God?<br />
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And how does that trust happen? By prayer? By practice? I guess Trust is a huge part of faith…<br />
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Hm. Now I feel like I’m just rambling. But trust has defiantly been on my mind A LOT… and it has always been a HUGE challenge for me. Something that I need to work on… and there has never been a better time than now! <br />
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I need to understand that if God wants me to be in Sweden, He’ll get me there! <br />
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This is a song by Phil Wickham called <em>Mystery</em>. The song itself is kinda hard to understand in this video (but never fear, I put the lyrics below!!!)... The main reason why I chose to put this video up is because of his intro... which is so true about my life path, journey thing (whatever you want to call this stage of my life!)<br />
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Your gentle sweet whispering</div><div style="text-align: center;">Break down the door, come inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shine down Your bright light</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need a lamp for my feet, I need a lamp for my feet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to hear the thunder of who You are</div><div style="text-align: center;">To be captured inside the wonder of who You are</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to live I want to breathe </div><div style="text-align: center;">To search out Your heart and all of Your mysteries</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You were the first and You’ll be the end</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time cannot hold You down</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why save a wretch like me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">No eye has seen, no ear has heard</div><div style="text-align: center;">No heart could fully know</div><div style="text-align: center;">All of Your mystery</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your glory burns in the stars </div><div style="text-align: center;">Shine down your light let it burn in my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bring me to glory, bring me to you</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lord it’s your heart that I will hold onto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your glory burns in the stars</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shine down Your light let me know who You are</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jesus, Your glory burns in the stars </div><div style="text-align: center;">Shine down Your light, let me see You, let me see You</div>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-54141098877361810622010-05-04T18:20:00.000-06:002010-05-04T18:20:44.296-06:00Jr. High Girls SLUMBER PARTY...It twas a blast!<br />
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ps: we did more than just sing... I promise!Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136139473259827071.post-15655378103311417692010-04-28T00:04:00.000-06:002010-04-28T00:04:54.287-06:00My corner<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It’s 11:33 right now… wayyy past my bedtime. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Why, oh why, am I still up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well, I had a panic attack. Yes, one of THOSE. It was the, <em>“how in the WORLD am I going to pay my way through college?”</em> panic attack.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I hate when that happens. I spend hours, literally <strong>HOURS</strong> looking up tuition costs, textbook costs, scholarships, grants, loans… <span style="font-size: large;"><em>yadda-yadda-yadda</em></span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Don’t get me wrong, it’s good to research. But I am getting SICK of this constant worry. It is taking <span style="font-size: large;">OVER</span> my mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here’s the deal. I want to take summer classes, right? I only signed up for two… TWO. And they’re ONLINE. I thought to myself<em>, “self, you can pay for a COUPLE of summer ONLINE classes… no big deal.”</em> Ha. Turns out those two classes, plus the books, will be well over $1,000. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So tonight, the worrying and stress was at its max. All the girls should understand… <strong><em>max meaning MENTAL BREAKDOWN</em></strong>. An all-too-common experience for me, if I do say so myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But then I did something that I don’t do enough…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You see, there’s this corner in my room. Before that corner was reserved for a “junk shelf” … basically a place to put the all stuff that I had nowhere else to put. Then the other day I decided that I needed a quiet space… a ME space. So I took out the shelf, threw away a lot of the junk, and got this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It’s my space. I have a basket sitting there, which I like to call the “inspirational” basket. It’s filled with only inspirational things: books, bibles, journals, and markers to color with (smile!). Then on the other side of my corner, I have my stereo… which makes the perfect spot to just put on worship music while I read, journal, or crochet (my new hobby… yay to new hobbies!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But tonight, I used that corner to just… think. I turned off <span style="font-size: large;"><em>EVERYTHING</em></span> in my room, even the fish-tank filter… so that there was COMPLETE silence. I sat there, closed my eyes, and just TALKED to God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I talk to God a lot. But, unfortunately, I don’t talk to him in COMPLETE silence. So how am I supposed to <strong>hear HIM</strong> when I can barely hear myself?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That’s what is so wonderful about my little corner. I can turn off <strong><em>EVERYTHING</em></strong>, and just tune into HIM. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tonight I just cried out to God about my worries, and then I just LISTENED. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And you know what? I felt SO much better afterwards. That stress and worrying, it all went away. My head is cleared from thinking about money, and school, and life… I was able to actually <span style="font-size: large;"><em>FOCUS</em></span> on God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Why don’t we… well really, why don’t<strong> I</strong>, do that more often? Completely FOCUS on God. Completely turn off any OUTSIDE noise, and just LISTEN. It’s so wonderfully refreshing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So the question of the day is, <em><strong>Do you have a “you corner?”</strong></em> A place where you can just fully listen to God with no distractions? A place where you can just CURL UP, close your eyes, and BE with God?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Let me tell ya, if you don’t… you should find a corner… it’ll be worth it, I promise! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And now, it’s midnight. Even more past my bedtime. But that’s okay with me. <em>I know that God has everything in control. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span>Corrie Slaighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08246136227461916217noreply@blogger.com1