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| I am closing this site. From now on you can find me here:
www.xanga.com/gruidae.
love, lindsay.
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| We have been in Thailand just shy of six weeks. Before that we spent some time in Jakarta, Indonesia - which was dirty and crowded and hot, but lovely all the same. I think I am excited to come back to the states, but I really do love Asia. I have been thinking about my family quite a bit recently. Not just my immediate family, but my father's family as well. Granny has been very sick, and I really can't wait to see her. My dad's family - to me- seems like this big mysterious thing that I am disconnected from. Sometimes I hear things that are going on with them, but it's really strange to know that I really do have a very large family. I think it's sad, because it's so big, but I don't feel a part of it. I know there is a lot of drama that goes on, but I do wish I was more connected. When I do get together with any of my relatives from that side, I feel as though I've stumbled upon a treasure that I didn't know was mine all along.
So, I'm being pretty mushy right now.
Bangkok is great, dirty and crowded and hot and lovely - and also very sad. The world is so full of people doing sad and terrible things to other people. Usually the ones doing the hurting have been hurt as well. Sometimes I forget about the hope that I have. Sometimes, like my family, I forget about this enormous treasure which is mine, and has been mine for so long. It's always so wonderful to remember the Hope that I have in Jesus, and that Hope is a constant reality for me, it's always mine, even when I forget about it. He is the healer, restorer, lover, mercy-giver, life-giver for us all. So as Nanielle would say, Praise the Lamb. I will leave you with this:
Psalm 131 (as told by Waterdeep)
Oh Lord, my heart is not lifted up
My eyes are not raised too high for Thee
I do not think on things too great or marvelous
Or matters too difficult for me.
But I have calmed and quieted my soul
Like a weaned child is my soul within me
But I have calmed and quieted my soul
Like a weaned child with its mother is my soul
Oh Israel, trust in the Lord
From this time forth, and forevermore
Oh Israel, trust in the Lord
From this time forth, and forevermore.
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| i am attempting to pack. i am amazed at the amount of crap that we have accumulated.
well, it's got to be done by friday morning, it WILL be done by friday morning. aaaaaah. time marches on.
i am pretty sad to be leaving lawrence, but i am pretty pleased to be moving to san diego. so it's fine. but i really love it here.
we found a home for our kitty gretta, things are working out! oooh, i sold back text books today and made $203! nice!
tomorrow is enoch's dreadlock funeral. amazing. it is going to be crazy. we went to target and purchased shears and a deep conditioner for the aftermath.
tomorrow is our last full day in lawrence. boo. i guess i already talked about this.
enoch's birthday is coming up as well. i already purchased his gifts, and i'm excited about them... shhhhh. i'll just pretend like enoch doesn't read my site.
I got my car insured today! accomplishment! it hasn't been insured in nearly 2 years.
speaking of 2 years, our 2 year wedding anniversary is coming up! June 17th! wowie!
i guess that's all i can think of for now.
my thoughts tonight flowed like a trout going upstream.
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| Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
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