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Name: Madeline
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: McPherson
Birthday: 11/27/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: God, looking at trees, photography, reading, eating, friends, music, movies, collecting fortunes from fortune cookies, eating fortune cookies, eating chinese food so I can get fortune cookies, trying to cook, debate, forensics, being the center of the universe, working towards that amazing tan, and lots of other stuff, but I can't think right now.
Expertise: Ya... I'm pretty much perfect.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
MSN: nannerg_10@hotmail.com
Member Since:
4/9/2004
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| I think this one is probably right. How great is our God? For his love is infinite and boundless. He has no criteria for those that He loves, and He has no limits to how much He loves them. I wish more people would recognize this and let themselves be loved by the creator.
Am I alone? I don't feel alone. I fear it though. And my heart breaks to think that someone would do this to another.
In other news... I'm kind of obsessed with this new Jars of Clay song called "Oh My God". Here are the lyrics and the link to a Youtube video.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=txqeyisb688
"Oh My God"
Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"
Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries
Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Love Always,
Madeline
P.S. Don't hesitate to call. I said not to, but I lied.
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| I can't get this thought out of my head...
But I know that despite what's not in front of me... what seems to be unattainable... I will be okay.
Oh ya, and....
Love Always,
Madeline
P.S. Don't hesitate to call... even when it hurts me, I'd still like to hear your voice.
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| I made her... she is different.
She's unique.
With love I formed her in her mother's womb.
I fashioned her with great joy.
I remember, with great pleasure, the day I created her.
(Psalm 139:13-16)
I love her smile.
I love her ways.
I love to hear her laugh.
And the silly things she says and does.
She brings me great pleasure.
This is how I made her.
(Psalm 139:17)
I made her pretty and not beautiful, because I knew her heart, and knew she would be vain...
I wanted her to search out her heart,
And to learn that it would be Me in her that would make her beautiful...
And it would be Me in her that would draw friends to her.
(I Peter 3:3-5)
I made her in such a way, that she would need me.
I made her a little more lonesome that she would like to be...
Only because I need for her to learn and depend on me...
I know her heart, I know if I had not made her like this she would go her own chosen way
And forget Me... her Creator.
(Psalm 62:5-8)
I have given her many good and happy things... because I love her.
(Psalm 84:11, Romans 8:23)
Because I love her, I have seen her broken heart... and the tears she cried alone.
I have cried with her, and had a broken heart too.
(Psalm 56:8)
Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone only because she would not hold My Hand.
So many lessons she's learned the hard way because she would not listen To My Voice...
(Isaiah 53:6)
So many times I have set back and sadly watched her go her merry way alone.
Only to watch her return to My Arms, sad and broken.
(Isaiah 62:2)
And now she is mine again...
I made her, and then I bought her... because I love her.
(Romans 5:8)
I have to reshape and remold her...
To renew her to what I had planned for her to be.
It has not been easy for her or for me.
(Jeremiah 29:11)
I want her to be conformed to My Image...
This high goal I have set for her, because I love her.
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