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Name: g r a c e
Country: United Kingdom
Metro: Edinburgh
Birthday: 4/19/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: christos kyrios. futbal. reading books. lotr. jane austen. being with friends. getting long pointless letters from far, far away. c.s. lewis. duke basketball. tolkien. photography. autumn. sunsets and sunrises. integrating movie lines into every conversation. old movies. shakespeare. chaucer. tea. jane eyre. strawberries and cream. music. and girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes.
Expertise: breathing.
Occupation: dishwasher
Industry: undercover
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/15/2004
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| this music is phenomenal. it's like going home every time i listen to it.
anyway, i figured - again - that it's about time i update....in case anyone is still reading this. tea in hand, i think i'm ready. school starts next week for me. i got a job at starbucks. go figure. but at least now i can start saving up for an excitingly ambiguous, undetermined (as of yet) summer adventure. i have a wart on my finger. i've tried to freeze it off with this kit. but it won't go away. i made my first successful (if i do say so myself) lasagne. i watched the movie 'dear frankie' and loved it. it made me love living here even more....i am now part scottish. it's amazing what Jesus does to the human heart. how one can go from hating a place, to loving it.
i don't feel like the same person that i was in may. heck, i don't feel
like the same person i who woke up in my skin yesterday morning. i
think there are some major things He's changing in my heart -
reforging, reshaping, and renewing. it can be a slightly uncomfortable
place to be in. a slightly unstable place. but, at least for me, it
reminds me how very near He is. if i can feel Him changing me, that
means He's very close. only a breathless whisper away.
you know how God just drops words into your mind sometimes? well, the word i've been pondering lately is the word 'grace'. it's kinda odd to be pondering your name....but it's amazing at the same time. grace....limitlessly trusting, death-defyingly powerful, perception challenging, unpresumptiously loving.
these words have been challenging me every minute of these days - 'you have never locked eyes with some one who is not intimitely and infinitely loved by Jesus.' -mark conner.
so that's me. hope you all are doing well. shoot me an email. i'd like to know.
love,
-grace:)
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| (stupid amazon.com doesn't have the british things i'm watching listed....grrr.)
the last gleams of the sunset are just disappearing over the horizon and the sky is a lovely shade of pure dark blue to turquoise, melding into a hazy green with a few clouds spotted here and there - with, of course, the lights of the castle shining past the mary poppins rooftops. 'and i just have to say the view looks fine from here.'
i have to ask, 'what have i done that i deserve this?'
the answer might be obvious, but i'm still amazed. the grace of the Father is not something that can be readily explained. as i sit here, looking out my window, i'm struggling to formulate into letters, punctuation, and coherent sentences, that essence that we call our hearts. i've been finding out so many wondrous, and as of right now completely unconnected (it seems) things about my Father. i've been learning to talk to Him as if He were my father. i've been learning to go to Him to find rest. you know how Jesus said, 'come to me all who are weary and burdened' (one of my favourite passages)? well, He didn't mean for us to come to him just to get fixed up and then sent back out quickly, or to somehow 'get right with Him' before we could recieve that rest. no, i am meant to rest IN Him. and i can't tell you how wonderful it is to just go to Him at any time during the day and sigh deeply and rest. when i feel like other people don't understand me or when i feel awkward or un-belonging, i can go to Him and i find rest and peace for my heart and soul.
i've also discovered an amazing psalm - as is quite frequent.....but i mean, a reallyyyy amazing psalm. psalm sixty-five. 'He is God our Saviour (have you ever noticed that God is called Saviour here in the old testament?), the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas....who stilled the roaring of the seas , the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations. those living far away fear your wonders; where morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy.'
Jesus is in the redemption business...and we must have hearts to redeem.
He is the hope of all the nations, stilling their turmoil and calling forth songs of joy.
'the term is over: the holidays have begun. the dream is ended: this is the morning.' -aslan, the last battle.
and Yeshua is my Captain, my King. and i'm sick of all this half effort. i want Him to make my heart His own. really his own. i want to walk with Him in endurance, because He is what my heart desires and yearns after even though i might not know it at times. it's a fight. a fight for and with Him, and in his name. a fight of fierceness and a fight of love. a fight of redemption, to redeem. may He train my hands for battle, to bend a bow of bronze. and may He teach us to love. as He loved us. so that as He is gentle and humble in heart and our souls may find rest in Him, that others might be able to then find rest in our presence because we have Him within us.
'the thought of you stirs him so deeply that he cannot be content unless he praises you,
because you made us for yourself and our hearts find no peace until they rest in you.'
-st. augustine, confessions.
well, the sun has almost disappeared (at midnight), so i think i should fade into my bed as well.
'but i'm looking over the rooftops at the colours and i know that i'm happy here....
and i just have to say the view looks fine from here, everything seems nice this time of year
and even though the future isn't clear, i might just stick around a while
'cause the sun's about to rise.'
-christa black, the view
so goodnight, dear void.
-grace
graeme obree: so are you after my soul?
baxter: souls are God's business. people are mine.
-the flying scotsman
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from my systematic theology professor's lecture notes:
'It is with this in mind that we turn now to the doctrine of the Trinity. The
question of what the doctrine of the Trinity is and what it does is vital to the health of
a theology that claims to exist in the service of the confession of God in Jesus as the
Christ. After all, if God cannot be spoken of than what is speaking of God as 3 in 1 and 1
in 3 doing? 3 whats, and 1 what? 3 persons and 1 substance! But surely we know
what persons are, and we think substance too – are those what we mean when we
speak of God as 3 persons in 1 substance? And even if it is, is that what the early
theologians articulating the doctrine as we now have it meant? What have these to do
with the God beyond all names, the “Superunknowable”?'
welcome to my life right now.
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in honour of national poetry month in britain, i thought i would write an 'ode to my study buddy.' but then i decided it would just thank her (and you can all give a very large sigh of relief). this study buddy is a girl across the street from me. and i don't even know her name. but all i know, is that her light is on late into the night and i imagined that she was studying whilst i was too. and it was lovely to know that someone else was suffering so she could gain enough information to produce an institutionalised essay or two (or eight, as my case may be) to please some examiner in order that she might climb the educational ladder one more year. :) not that i'm disillusioned or anything.
today was the opening day of 'the painted veil' here. so ailsa, linda, and i went. i've been wanting to see this movie for ages. and all i have to say is this: when an actor (and actress) can convey a whole range of meanings with one look....you know they're good.
the trees in the meadows are in full bloom. pink. and now, since the wind always blows in edinburgh, they are blowing their petals down on people as they walk below. it is absolutely beautiful.
i love this city.
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there is nothing quite so delicious as a beautifully written, intelligent, and pefectly ended story. i watched the bbc version of 'north and south' (nothing to do with the states, by the way) and read the book this past week. i highly reccomend both.
'i take it that a "gentleman" is a term that only describes a person in his relation to others; but when we speak of him as a "man", we consider him not merely with regard to his fellow-men, but in relation to himself, -to life - to time - to eternity. a cast-away lonely as Robinson Crusoe - a prisoner immured in a dungeon for life - nay, eve na saint in Patmos has his endurance, his strength, his faith, best described by being spoken of as "a man". i am rather weary of the word "gentlemanly", which seems to me to be often inapproriately used, and often, too, with such exaggerated distortion of meaning, while the full simplicity of the noun "man", and the adjective "manly" are unacknowledged - that I am induced to class it with the cant of the day.'
-mr. thornton, north and south
'i must not think so much of how circumstances affect me myself, but how they affect others, if i wish to have a ight judgment, or a hopeful, trustful heart.'
-maragret hale, north and south
'it had seemed to her then that she had only to will, and such a life would be accomplished. and now she had learnt that not only to will, but also to pray, was a necessary condition in the truly heroic. trusting to herself, she had fallen.'
-elizabeth gaskell, north and south
i recently saw amazing grace for the second time as well. and it makes me want to go out and really change something. really and truly. but in all honesty, if my seasoned Captain were to hand me a weapon and entrust me with a mission, i would shrink away in fright with a feeling of inadiquacy. surely there is someone more experienced, more able. yet all along he is saying with his eyes that he has empowered me. i am empowered by his grace. 'risen, empowered, and beautiful to the core.' it really comes down to believing what he says of me and not what i say of myself. of knowing that my heart has been transformed, and that it is good. it has arisen. my heart has awaken. 'i will awaken the dawn' (psalm fifty-seven).
with love and a newly aquired peace,
-grace
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