tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74598474480029270732024-03-05T01:06:41.855-08:00we don't need to whisperthis space is for dream words. love words. made up words. fall down and get up words. get to know the sound of your own inner voice words. enjoy!karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-33187010864119448772012-04-30T22:00:00.000-07:002012-04-30T22:00:05.857-07:00he is altogether vanity.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">two highlights of the past week include: </span></b>Our leadership retreat to Makapala and girls night out at a local Thai restaurant!<br />
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--- The retreat was divine. green grass, tall trees, swinging vines. a tropical paradise. <b>both the rain and the wind were cool and refreshing.</b> the fifty of us spent our days engaging in a wild round of kickball. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">laying out in the sweet sunshine.</span> hiking down to the beach in Pololu Valley. and getting coffee in the quaint town of Hawi. <b>as a community we grew so much tighter. </b>we worshipped together and played games til the wee hours of the morning. <i>it was sublime</i>. lovely. a rejuvenating weekend spent with family!<br />
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- - - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">a group of us girls got all dolled up</span> and went for Thai food! it was nice to get dressed up and be girly... and eat pad thai.. mmm - i tried oyster, needless to say it was not the most enjoyable experience!<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Something that has really been on my heart this week is fear of man. </span></b>to stop fearing reactions and actions from other people based on what i choose to do. to cease letting it have any hold over me. to care not what anyone may think of me or say about me. i was reading a commentary on blue letter bible by matthew henry and he was commentating on <i>Isaiah 2:22 ("stop regarding man, in whose nostrils is breath, for what account is he?")</i> --- <b>"Wherein then is man to be accounted of? Alas! no reckoning is to be made of him, for he is not what he seems to be, what he pretends to be, what we fancy him to be. Man is like vanity, nay, he is vanity, he is altogether vanity, he is less, he is lighter, than vanity. When weighed in the balance of the sanctuary."</b> --- astonishing? does that not hit home?<i><b> i just love that matthew henry puts man in his place...</b></i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">we are nothing. we are dust. our life is but a breath. when compared to God and all his infiniteness! </span><br />
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<b>love you all heaps and heaps. </b>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-16389587685771171112012-04-19T20:09:00.003-07:002012-04-19T20:09:48.085-07:00as promised...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">friends! </span></b>i promised a weekly update and here i am already slacking... but look on the bright side, at least i'm writing something! - - - so as you've probably already heard or guessed i am back in the tropical land of hawaii. it has been exactly two weeks since i arrived and already it feels as though i never left... i have five lovely new roommates and am part of the leadership track which includes 30 to 40 staff?! already this track feels like family, we worship together, serve the base and community together, pray/intercede and have bbq nights together!<br />
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<b>a few highlights so far...</b><br />
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i help out in Mrs. Barker's first grade classroom four mornings a week and one of her students, Scott decided to bring a mouse to school. and when he unzipped his backpack out it scampered into the classroom! oh the joys of teaching!<br />
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me and some girls were heading back from the beach and on our hitchhiking adventure we were picked up by a guy named Brian, who happens to stop for many a ywamer! he asked to take a photo with us all, after showing us his collection of pictures from past ywam staff/students! we recognized over half of the people in them :)<br />
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we have been memorizing scripture. so by the time July hits, i will have matthew 5, 6 and 7 memorized!<br />
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this friday we all take off, up North for a retreat! games, music, the beach and fabulous fellowship await!<br />
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we have quite a busy schedule to follow and rare are the moments when i get to pour out my heart to anyone who will listen. but i hope that's what this blog turns into over the next three months! - - - i am truly hoping to discover God's plan in my life for this coming year and what my vision/ dream will look like. this is a season of growing and stretching and much of it will be hard and uncomfortable, but i am psyched that i'm not alone in it! Jesus have your way.. i am overjoyed to be here.<br />
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<i>love to you all, sending countless hugs and kisses your way.. xo</i><br />
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<br />karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-39116455998414455322012-03-28T15:09:00.000-07:002012-03-28T15:09:02.561-07:00run like the wind.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>i adore windy days. </b><br />
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they hold so much mystery and enchantment.<br />
especially when the sky is dark and foreboding.<br />
and the clouds roll in as if they were an army come ready for battle.<br />
<i><b>the sky an ever deepening shade of gray, as though to signal danger ahead. </b></i><br />
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so much power. so much whirling & pounding. raging & dancing. so much gusting. huffing & puffing. <b>the merciless wilds of the tossing of the air waves. unseen currents thrashing back & forth. </b>it's strange to think that we cannot see the wind, only witness the traces of it. the damage or path it creates.<br />
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......the sound of the wind at night, when engrossed in a good book, or closely huddled next to the fire is magical. or on a warm summer evening when the wind makes you feel giddy and free.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b> but my most delightful memory of the wind is when i've been near the ocean, it whips and sputters. churns and flies with the utmost freedom there.</b></span> with the unmatchable, most astonishing, ferocious power you ever did see.<br />
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<b>wind is much like us, subject to change without the slightest hint</b>; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">it can be soft and sweet, sweeping gently across your face, playfully pulling at your hair.</span> and then the next moment it is rash and abrasive.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Wind</b></span>; - the perceptible natural movement of the air, as though moving horizontally at any velocity along the earth's surface.<br />
- a gale; storm; hurricane.<br />
- any stream of air, as that produced by a bellow or fan.<br />
- used to suggest something very fast, unrestrained, or changeable.<br />
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<br />karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-28460381951293843632012-02-18T23:45:00.000-08:002012-02-19T14:06:00.963-08:00together forever.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>today</b> <b>was the day, twenty-eight years ago, on a rainless, cold february day that perry and donna were wed...</b></span><b> </b>they met at dairyqueen... my dad, the hot shot with a motorcycle, a band and a killer mustache couldn't get my mom, the pretty cheerleader, out of his head and pursued her. knowing always, she was the one. a few years later they were engaged on a ferris wheel at the fair.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">happy anniversary mom and dad!</span></b><br />
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<b><br /></b>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-15120842654354962682012-02-16T17:24:00.000-08:002012-02-16T17:24:41.478-08:00enamoured. smitten. devoted. ardent. zealous.<b>Word of the day: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Smitten.</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>dictionary definition of Smitten:</b> </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>1. struck, as with a hard blow.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>2. grievously or disastrously stricken or afflicted.</i></span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This</span> </span></b>week i was asked to sub at the old daycare i used to work at.... i ended up working with the little 5 and 6 year olds. <i>[and just for the record it really is true that kids days the darndest things... ]</i> i had the pleasure of meeting a little boy named Linden who was blonde, blue eyed and smartly dressed. <b>one might call him "special" but he was the sweetest thing with his glasses and wide eyes! </b>he took to me immediately and began to ask me millions of questions... ex. where i worked... to which i replied starbucks... he then when on to talk all about himself and his family, proudly promoting his mom and dad and their occupations in great detail. then i asked him the age old question <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">"what do you want to be when you grow up?"</span> - - - as he walked backwards, with a stern, twisted look on his face, as though he was thinking really hard, he replied after a long pause <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">"i think i'll work at starbucks"</span> and scampered off. oh my word! it was the most adorable thing. <b>i was <u>smitten</u></b><u> </u><b>with this tiny little 5 year old who wants to be just like me someday... </b>although i hope his lifelong dream isn't to work at starbucks :)karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-54815993903669929592012-02-10T15:59:00.000-08:002012-02-10T16:01:03.895-08:00fifth word.<b>Word of the day: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Persnickety</span></b><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>1.</b> </span>placing too much emphasis on trivial or minor details; fussy</i><br />
<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">2.</span> </b>requiring a particularly precise or careful approach; painstaking care</i><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Today</span></b> I helped in a grade three classroom. i was a "parent volunteer" for the children's art time. i absolutely loved it! kids give the best compliments. apparently i have nice teeth... then i ran some errands: stopped at the flower shop. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>bought a bright fuchsia gerber.</b></span> ended up at la casa coffee, where my newest addiction was waiting for me... black tea, with a hint of sugar and a slice of lemon! dropped off the flower for a dearly loved friend. chatted for twenty minutes. fueled up the ol' volkswagon. and quickly picked up some last minute items from walmart. where my cashier happened to say <i><b>"this old machine can be quite persnickety"</b></i>... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b>hence my word of the day </b></span>- i am filled with so much joy when i hear people using words that never get any use. i could listen for hours to one's charming application of their vocabulary! so here is a challenge to you all - - - say a word today that you've never used, perhaps "persnickety?"<br />
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<br />karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-82605307364400049752012-02-09T00:13:00.000-08:002012-02-09T00:13:07.145-08:00Mum's the word.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>2. a woman in authority: an old or elderly woman: the superior of a religious group of women</i><br />
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It's my mama's birthday today and she's turning 29!!! <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Happy Birthday Mom.</span></b> okay, so she might be a bit older than that, BUT she sure looks fabulous for her age. Many a person is quick to guess that she is my older sister... so i figure with my mom's good looks and how beautifully she's aging (thanks for the good genes ma) i am more than happy to say "i cannot wait until i'm in my 40's, if i look as good as her!" She truly is a gem. my best friend. a woman of great taste, both in decorating her home and marrying my dad. she is beautiful. and bold. silly and headstrong. wise and loyal. she is a woman who is faithful amidst doubt. she is a queen among the servant-hearted and a woman who knows the meaning of sacrifice. thank you for all you do mom. thank you for choosing a life of motherhood, one i know comes with a price. when i grow up, i hope to be like you. thanks for always being there. my love for you is endless...<br />
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<br />karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-87148064493055022092012-02-06T02:25:00.000-08:002012-02-06T02:29:05.898-08:00kindred spirits.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Todays word is <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Aspire.</span></b><br />
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<b><i>1. to long, aim or seek ambitiously; to yearn (for); be eagerly desirous, especially for something great or of high value.</i></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I aspire to be a great many people... </span></b>here are a number of women comprised of both fictional and non-fictional that i admire greatly and even sometimes imagine myself to be; <b>josephine march</b>. <i>anne shirley</i>. <b>jane austen</b>. <i>elizabeth bennett</i>. <b>audrey hepburn</b>. <i>maria von trapp</i>. <b>mary poppins</b>. among many others... these heroines are made up of bold, confident, determined women who believe in themselves enough, and who stop at nothing, to realize their dreams. to write novels. go to college. to not care what the world may think of them. they are dreamers and poets, passionate and unstoppable. radiant and charming. they live by the impulse of the moment, throwing caution to the wind, yet have their wits about them. accomplishing noble and seemingly unfeasible feats. they embody womanhood. their pursuit of happiness is inspiring. forever chasing after their dreams. they embrace life with all of their heart and soul. they are kindred spirits. bright. stunning. exquisite beauties. lovely and endearing. - - - women i long to mimic, to take a lesson or two from. to follow after. to be stirred by their infectious love for life!<br />
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<i>would you rather be divinely beautiful, dazzlingly clever, or angelically good? - - - anne shirley</i>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-19111751619420755652012-02-04T15:49:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:49:05.329-08:00duet for one please...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Todays' word is</b> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">c</span><span style="font-size: large;">hagrin.</span></b><br />
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<i>- a feeling of vexation, marked by disappointment or humiliation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></i><br />
<i>- to vex by disappointment or humiliation</i><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">To use the word chagrin in a sentence (or two) -> </span></b>At my job i get asked multiple times a night to join a party of servers/hosts to serenade one lucky individual in a delightful round of "happy birthday"... on this particular night no one was available to join in the sing-along and to my utmost <b>chagrin</b> a duet was inevitable... Nicole and i were left to sing alone, and to make matters worse the table of fellow well-wishers came not to our aid, offering none of their vocal assistance! needless to say i walked away as red as a lobster and deeply flustered! <i>note to all: please sing "happy birthday" when in a restaurant so as not to leave the servers hanging!</i><br />
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p.s .... i went back to Wired Monk and asked if they were hiring, much to my <b>chagrin</b> they were not.. and no he wasn't there.... guess i'll just have to become a regular :)<br />
p.p.s this is supposed to be February 3rds post... already tardy... i know. slapping wrist.karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-49196609322110801802012-02-02T23:21:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:44:01.561-08:00Yeah Write!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLptol5QO__RCStZOwAOvktLT1W8Kkk58v7g1V9k9Y2IOGRteleMycouKiVkD7QCsjxO3qQPPIBvhE2WjhZEx5CVSApMfhv3q_Oh3Mj4Thyphenhyphen7HfN6inUrttcgO2hrZlcvLxXrD1di4XAT0/s1600/542770813_876ef674ae.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704826087783961922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLptol5QO__RCStZOwAOvktLT1W8Kkk58v7g1V9k9Y2IOGRteleMycouKiVkD7QCsjxO3qQPPIBvhE2WjhZEx5CVSApMfhv3q_Oh3Mj4Thyphenhyphen7HfN6inUrttcgO2hrZlcvLxXrD1di4XAT0/s320/542770813_876ef674ae.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 315px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"><b>Here it is, the start to my 'one word a day' [yeah write!] self-challenge. </b></span>I have decided to write about one special word each day, that has something to do with my day, in the hopes that: <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;">A.</span></b> i will write more often, therefore stretching my wings and using my mostly hidden talents/closet abilities <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><b>B.</b></span> i will entertain a few folks <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;">C. </span></b>for the pure, unadulterated satisfaction and enjoyment of writing about something i adore... and that is the written language. WORDS. to be exact. so i hope you learn a little something and enjoy what i have to say... in the meantime...</div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;">to use the word hunk in a sentence (or two) -> </span></b>Today i walked into Wired Monk to apply for a job and was completely caught off guard by the <i>hunk</i> pouring coffee behind the counter, losing all hope of the confidence, resolve and nerve i had strutted in with, i ordered a london fog and left. before i even knew what i was doing i had completely flaked and exited the building, with my tail between my legs. note to self: when cute male is present don't clam up!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;">Needless to say i've decided to go back tomorrow and apply... even if said "hunk" happens to be there. </span></div>
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</div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-8139737218560588822012-01-27T00:46:00.000-08:002012-01-27T01:19:06.865-08:00sometimes...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEgbKu5GQgsmhudjcquBZwFeblX16yyM694rkvIleN_7BT4WqGW3syWF9ebdeHQD0L6GqiAMLRf_vKtRJ8QlV-KIJU_9WhoFq4cbW8fkWShhW2HC1DUPiT91hlg81hY2u_lTNUqdlAi4/s1600/tumblr_lxds2bphcz1qbk3f2o1_400_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEgbKu5GQgsmhudjcquBZwFeblX16yyM694rkvIleN_7BT4WqGW3syWF9ebdeHQD0L6GqiAMLRf_vKtRJ8QlV-KIJU_9WhoFq4cbW8fkWShhW2HC1DUPiT91hlg81hY2u_lTNUqdlAi4/s320/tumblr_lxds2bphcz1qbk3f2o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702238130732976178" /></a><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">i </span></b>never liked cats too much...<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6666;"> </span><b>but after tonight i figure there 's room enough to spare in my heart, even if it's a tiny, cramped corner of it</b>.</i> my dearest friend sarah's cat, a gorgeous snow white beauty named "<i>Sometimes</i>," often lovingly referred to as "sums," seems to always take a liking to me. for the second time in a row now she has snuggled up with me, nuzzled her face into my elbow and remained quite content, for the majority of the evening, nestled on my lap. either she knows i need a friend or she's just a very special kitty... <b>i guess you could say i like cats, "sometimes"</b>... har har. but in all honesty - to all you animal lovers out there, moments like this brief, fleeting one with Sometimes tonight, shed some light on your love and commitment and adoration for your pets. they truly do become one of the family. a dear friend. a captive audience. a comfort. i may just get why a dog is a man's best friend etc... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6666;">goodnight. </span>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-31497522693174988532011-12-04T03:26:00.000-08:002011-12-04T03:37:05.086-08:00a poem.i wanted to share some poetry with you. i am finally writing again... it has been so long... but i was sitting in Costa Coffee and God downloaded this poem to me... my hands have never written something that flowed so smoothly. without need to erase or rewrite or leave it unfinished, which i always find myself doing. here is the finished product... <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>your voice is like the morning dew </i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>God whispers that He loves you</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>you are a precious daughter of the most high</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He will never leave you, nor forsake you or make you cry</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>Jesus, his son died for your sins</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He longs to draw you close to Him</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>You are beautiful and precious, unbelievably sweet</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He will pick you up if you fall off your feet</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>Always know you can run to him</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He is full of light, he will never grow dim</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>Jesus, he is the only way</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>to truth and life, he knows you by name</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He rose again and is alive</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He's coming back and wants you at his side</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>But the choice is yours, it's called free will</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>No matter what you choose he loves you still</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i><br /></i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He calls you lovely, radiant and stunning</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He knows your heart and who you're becoming</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>His love for you it knows no end</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><i>He wants to be your savior, father and friend. </i></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">love to you all. <3</span></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-33273613771846455442011-09-01T18:50:00.000-07:002011-09-07T02:27:37.384-07:00an update on life in paradise.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wVUYWlMWDx5fcvDjsgYSwbzx0PhyphenhyphentL0f_Qq54H06U2Vippbiq4CnVjCVRdU_M53JbdlHinQE_2OsY8O0SlAR0LkX34EOF0drzisKWPf1NU5P6Y-3tVejgrxd57-sCvpU9Czpt1-J7zg/s1600/Hawaiian_Sunset_Lposter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wVUYWlMWDx5fcvDjsgYSwbzx0PhyphenhyphentL0f_Qq54H06U2Vippbiq4CnVjCVRdU_M53JbdlHinQE_2OsY8O0SlAR0LkX34EOF0drzisKWPf1NU5P6Y-3tVejgrxd57-sCvpU9Czpt1-J7zg/s320/Hawaiian_Sunset_Lposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649439264722841874" /></a><div>i just wanted to share this moment with you...</div><div><br /></div><div>last Tuesday night mary, sarah and i went out for community outreach into downtown kona.. we were feeling exhausted, wanting very much to rest.. so we decided to sit on a rocky ledge overlooking a sandy volleyball court, with the ocean just across the street from us! -tough life, i know- but what attracted us to this spot was a mother in her mid-30s and her little daughter. eventually we struck up a casual conversation about life and work, her daughter and the future. and as our conversation wore on, little alexa became more and more comfortable with us.. she kept shyly approaching me and saying "five" and i would give her a high-five. it was adorable. then she became bold and starting pulling on my arm, wanting a playmate so badly, i caved and joined her in the sand. we rolled down the grassy hill and built sand castles, played follow the leader and made silly faces. <b><i>but my most favorite moment with her was when i asked her if she knew who God was</i></b>.. most of her responses she would exclaim "oh!" ... then i told her that he made the stars and the moon and the ocean and he even made you! i preceded to sing to her.. 'jesus loves me' and 'jesus loves the little children' - - - she smiled and giggled at some points, others she sat quietly, outwardly she wasn't very responsive. but i know that i know that i know one day she'll remember it. the seed was planted. <i>and my heart was just bursting with God's love for this precious little girl.</i> this daughter, whom God made in his image. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;">God gave me a glimpse of his heart for her and for that i am so thankful...</span> </b>meanwhile mary and sarah were able to share the gospel and God's love to her mother. they prayed over her and exchanged phone numbers in the end.. they both said that she was extremely interested and seemed hungry for all that they had to say. it was a beautiful night of simple love. childlike love. God is so good.<div><br /></div><div>side note: a super spontaneous pool party after our crazy Awaken dance party!!! i love my life!<br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvA-VfqVLuRoAt5f1LMLzQ-HVQpaWt-ASXnJf99jE0he6K3iROcASWRPtG1UY4I2gOA0sw-sP25_V5W-VsSwyu8mJD7F94wKHiVWZEGoR5SwaYm2gHZd-WozXD4FshJxY6L6N0EdSRFk/s320/298517_2339804617262_1314300007_2653732_2181137_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649540970740738594" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">photo cred. eric zoesch.</span></div><div>life on the base is steadily picking up speed... and all i want to do is yank on it's reigns to slow all these precious moments down. to press pause. to stop time and be in this place forever. but that is not possible. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;">i have been soaking in every minute, and reveling in the friendships that have been blossoming over the summer months. </span>with people, but especially Jesus. he is slowly but surely becoming my best friend. oh how i love him. this past weekend was a long weekend, it was so relaxing. i went cliff-jumping. swam in a couple pools. had a bbq at my leader, Kurt's family condo! for a moment i felt like i was on vacation in Hawaii. - - - i have a leader that i get to hang out with every week, who challenges me and walks through this insane journey with me. Eli is unbelievable! such a wonderful woman of God. so gentle, so sure of her faith. filled with God's heart for people. we spent Sunday afternoon together, <i>talking about everything under the sun...</i> and i ended up falling asleep on her couch. God is really dealing with my heart in a lovingly convicting way... i've been so challenged to have a servant heart. to stop looking inward and to start looking outside of myself. I'm reading Dan Bauman's book 'a beautiful way' and in it he says that<b> "serving is the natural overflow of a life surrendered to God" </b>and that<b> "the more secure we are in ourselves and in our relationship with God, the freer we are to serve others"</b>... i am so ready to cease gazing at myself, consumed with what i need or desire or crave or deserve... but instead to look towards loving others because i know that when i do that, to surrender and serve those around me, then i will have abundant joy. i will find that my character has altered drastically without even trying to change it. i don't know if that makes any sense, but i know that God is pressing upon my heart to serve. to love. to give up. my time alone has been enough. it's time to branch out. to reach out while standing firm in my identity which is found in Jesus. - - -16 days is my countdown and outreach is fast approaching.. my heart is being continually stirred up for the middle east. i am so beyond excited to see where God wants to take us.<b> <i>i know it's going to be nothing i'm expecting, but everything that i'm desiring.</i> </b>right at the moment my team is praying 6 times a day, we're rotating for each 'call to prayer' so that whenever they -our outreach nation- are praying to their God, we are praying to ours, interceding for them. it's been so good for us, to get involved before we head out. In other news... we have officially found housing for our outreach, until yesterday we had none. so that is a massive answer to prayer!! - - - my support all came in, praise Jesus! It's amazing how much living away from home, from security and comfort can make you so much more dependent on God for everything.<i><b> an enormous Thank You to all who have been loving me from afar,</b></i> i couldn't be more blown away at all the generous hearts that have been behind me in prayer and/or financially! love to you all. - karli</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvNCEThksF4mFH_uKJMIVIPQtEzPNmfndf9KBMlirh3yK3DZzA5VTP3d5uxWBqhv88kL0SpComBJ2wOXryMjLVEE_o8YBHP00JpPwsSdXbvAkjKlQ-sBEGseK8dAREf49wJ_vTg6WIdk/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649439453666847762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px; " /></div><div>Galatians 5: 13b "Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love."</div></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-302958441939049102011-08-18T14:10:00.000-07:002011-08-18T18:11:18.427-07:00happythankyoumoreplease.<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOSmEaMt0mNMSEW4JVLa0V-fCEijv6e-QU0KkOpw6EyF6HMDvleUVgUTCSJp36dvu-Gr55SEafONveWHquSDu5vCWcIPiMvxUYr0HuHYKRw4s8sZ0I0RYI54hKkkcFOcYF3AZk2T2LgE/s1600/291784_2124941777444_1662891751_2083446_1897543_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOSmEaMt0mNMSEW4JVLa0V-fCEijv6e-QU0KkOpw6EyF6HMDvleUVgUTCSJp36dvu-Gr55SEafONveWHquSDu5vCWcIPiMvxUYr0HuHYKRw4s8sZ0I0RYI54hKkkcFOcYF3AZk2T2LgE/s320/291784_2124941777444_1662891751_2083446_1897543_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642362568004723266" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"><b>Wow</b></span> where do i even begin. these past few weeks have been really challenging. stretching. emotionally draining. i've felt everything from disbelief to a restless spirit. to an indescribable joy! i know this is just part of my journey and this process is so completely crucial for my relationship with God. i am reading a book called "a beautiful way" by Dan Bauman.. i recommend it. it's all about simple love. focusing your eyes on Jesus and <i>letting the rest stem from that love.</i><div>
<br /></div><div>- - - i am blown away at my fellow students. we keep hearing that we are an entirely new breed of wild revivalists, the passion and hunger for god is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffcc33;">bursting at the seams,</span> it's so tangible</div><div>
<br /></div><div> ... <i>and it seems that this positive peer pressure environment we've created is overwhelmingly contagious! </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>this week all the students split up into their outreach teams and went on a 'Faith Journey'. what that was going to look like we hadn't a clue in the slightest. so me and my team of five set off to spend the day listening to God's voice. open and sensitive to his leading, <b>the game plan was to love on people wherever and however we could!</b> we decided that the airport was where God wanted us to go, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffcc33;">so we stuck out our well-used thumbs</span> to hitch the next bunch of miles that lay North ahead of us. after waiting a good 20 minutes... some of the team was getting restless, doubting the airport decision, David said the magic words "i don't think we're getting a ride"... and a truck who had passed us earlier did a u-turn for us! already crammed with people, we jumped in the back, thankful for a ride and the wind in our faces. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjRi-y_6s1-1H36hBiKaxs_LRQHeP57XvXGZoHXFzBs-YQ_XmEC-q2xogenHL44H4o3V7rYqtjhV9WMbdRcZDAiX75rUQydyWRsC_6j52_rzqte3UnjO_FmtKbrXDnmDGx1NJ_CUayzM/s320/299309_2124938817370_1662891751_2083429_8375478_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642362023143598322" /></div><div>...little did we know this truck was filled with a family from Texas who, if we hadn't started to talk about Jesus and our purpose for the day, they would have begun evangelizing to us! so the next few miles we conversed easily about our lives, we prayed over the 3 sitting in the back with us.. then as we were jumping out of the truck bed, the back window rolled down and one of the guys in the truck called to David, asking him for prayer about a possible promotion among other things and gave us all the money in his wallet, blessing us and encouraging us in our faith journey! wow. so we took a moment as they drove away to pray for melaud. (mee lawd) we covered the airport in prayers... and were excited for our 22 dollar blessing, we assumed was for lunch. (because we were supposed to rely on god for everything for the day) but as we walked past a lei shop, it was as if i had been hit over the head with the most obvious notion. we were to buy lei's and bless people with them as they arrived! turned out Whitney had the same exact thought. her eyes lit up as i told the group what God wanted us to do. so we walked in and bought <i>4 of the prettiest smelling lei's</i>. we prayed over some airports workers. waited as planes came in. and prayed over the lei's to see who God wanted us to bless. i knew i was to give mine to a mother in her 30's with straight, blunt shoulder-length brown hair. so i waited. she wasn't on the first plane. so we waited over an hour for the second to arrive! <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffcc33;">and there she was.</span></b> it was so much fun greeting people as they came off the plane. just bringing in that atmosphere of love made me smile all the more. <b>i was so blessed to work alongside God at the airport.</b> we helped some people with their luggage. and then were off.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>we hadn't eaten and were starving so we hitched back to Kona and ended up at mcdonalds. we were able to rest.<b> to bond as a team. </b>the entire afternoon we found ourselves doing just that. <i>regrouping made us realize we didn't need to strive to be in God's will. </i>we didn't need to be desperate or deliberate about anything. just live our lives with him at the center, ready and willing to serve with open hearts. we didn't have to push our agenda or make something happen. so we just sat and enjoyed each others company. making the trek back home... we had spent 8 hours away from campus and were ready to jump into the pool! and that's just what we did.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaoOm4WvEf6vOQ7bOrGGqQYSiw6mhMt-tuHD5Ppti8PKllaQ-kx_nT0sClgZvfgxGwLU-ZSTTE9Tsa7zxn3xUB283K_5nf96erx7QRhh8cn3QuC4r37V2IUz65ojayHZlRDNOvBf7P6g/s320/185323_2124948617615_1662891751_2083476_1094096_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642361640862988194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div>we are now in the midst of a 50 hour burn. prayer and worship for 50 hours as a school!! so far it's been fantastic. just burning for the Lord. in community with everyone. re-focusing our eyes on Jesus. interceding for our outreach nations. only 25 more hours to go! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div>i just received my itinerary for outreach. i leave on the 22nd of September for the Middle East! i am so excited to see what God has for us come September. Thanks so much for your prayers and support.<b> love to you all.</b> karli.</div><div>
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<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZk47uzDCIruJ5B8zDz6Kv1ZfUzlWQ8E1O4nLAYjOP5barH6PXXFtKdmwtVWPySoYQfhJWEqxXAAaTsTZB-V_HUG1RZLeQ3aHUechrnDI-PbfGHswgYVHxIVrZX8wkNAirt3O36v1alC4/s320/198638_2101901321447_1662891751_2051442_5213647_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642363298107979378" />karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-66415862593449225572011-07-29T20:37:00.000-07:002011-07-29T21:25:28.049-07:00you make beautiful things.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_rkBOtk_D4HpVIVtpOyi8X-z2baq_O_1xNxhBmYSLhWxJnaxOM3NWL6zyXklTPz_LH_Pnx43KXukiqJMOwkvUrlW2F7buY3GINjnLHF0lmsB8C-KN_u3wuAG13zNZzkn5GOx0Zf8A34/s1600/DSC06556.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_rkBOtk_D4HpVIVtpOyi8X-z2baq_O_1xNxhBmYSLhWxJnaxOM3NWL6zyXklTPz_LH_Pnx43KXukiqJMOwkvUrlW2F7buY3GINjnLHF0lmsB8C-KN_u3wuAG13zNZzkn5GOx0Zf8A34/s320/DSC06556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634995544299250098" /></a><br />HEY guys... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6666;">so i haven't blogged in ages, but things </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6666;">are about to change... </span>i want to start a weekly update blog. i'm living in Hawaii for the next couple months and want to share with the world exactly what it is that i'm doing here... i'm living on the University of the Nations base, at Ywam (youth with a mission) as a student. I have 4 incredible room-mates and some unbelievably inspiring speakers... the leaders here are so crazy and so full of jesus... <b>it's so contagious and tangible and i am so stoked to be here. </b>We have worship so many times a week i can't even keep track... i am seriously being changed and stretched and transformed. My mind is being blown! There are around 90 students and we live a mere 5-10 minutes from the ocean and can see it from the campus, our sunsets are always breath-taking! still cannot believe i live here!! <i>everyone here wants jesus so badly that i can't help but be spurred on towards him... i love it here.</i> one of my little girls from the daycare wrote me a goodbye card and in it she said "happy university vacation" and that is what it feels like. i am so blessed to be here, to be surrounded by so many encouraging and beautiful people, whose hearts shine so brightly.. we have a saying here when<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBMD9bmkhmfugkshyphenhyphen6zfDMEbV55UHS5T_Lu5UmeeVjH-4OyQq0uNzttvvkkCpy29sDBdsqxQL4D5wna_3wHyOJu0mQqhPVX7DRp_kdcAYcVzLybEUsbSIusBsXd-VEn7hunVnC3lT5bU/s320/DSC06473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634994272448185186" /> we are so touched or moved.. we get wrecked! i have never encountered jesus like i have here and it hasn't been anything huge or obvious, it hasn't even been falling to the ground or physically feeling him, it's simply how my heart has been touched, and through images he's given me... it's his presence that has been so strong and peace has just flooded my very being. <b>I am after him and there is no stopping me..</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6666;">i am learning to rest in God's love. to rest in his goodness. to just bask in the fact that i don't have to do anything. there is nothing that i can do to earn his love, or gain his favour.</span><i> that i have his love, whether i want it or not. that he is in me because i believe. </i>that is so mind-boggling. what? the God of the universe has chosen me. to love. to care for. to listen to. and walk alongside. he longs to have a relationship with ME. wow. i stand in awe of him and what i've already experienced in these 3 short weeks. God is so good.</span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrvCXB_rdjL-dQBiyk70sDZlPzNtZ9sS0u1EIrV8v56JIrKJ4V00dc1cGA2auG4wnuNUCQdqdjLVpffPpJ97U6NNQFJ7kblH4jXwMG2iW5DQBt_ltqV70m2JkT9BPC54SSNS-VLA9gxY/s320/DSC06564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634992354219287346" /></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-81375795646466259202011-04-01T20:32:00.000-07:002011-04-01T22:35:21.100-07:00forever 21.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2CMX1R79Ofx5FMyNh0H9jNMPi7O3EHXOTGh8xhEj4BduReb-KFs1DqqjNdIM64WOyFofHiy1Nu2aFcHHnKfW5eHW1OZNFbK8wuV9lMMQp4PoAMcODdvcGOaVD5YcFJLdbuiVqxUEib4/s320/3181653260_bdb2a896c2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590832886378975042" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Well</span></span></b> folks i turn 22 tomorrow... and frankly i just don't want too. <i>21 is such a romantic age.</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">and not romantic in the romance. boy meets girl sorta way. but in the adventuresome. like anything can happen. chase your dreams. catch fireflies. sorta way...</span><i> </i></span>i wish i could be 21 forever!i feel as though my youth is slipping away from me and i know. i know that's silly... because look on the bright side. twenty- two is much better than twenty- three after all... i mean what an age gap?! right? and twenty- three is far better than twenty-four and so on. <b>but i just can't help but feel like there's so much left to do. so many more places to go. so many more things i ache to see. so many adventures yet to be had.</b> and it's all happening too fast. and i just need life to slow down. for me to enjoy it. to soak it all in. <img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-wea8YN_BmWXnSxwR7ZDrM3FsDPtLzDspzGyzT6jewv54FnRT2vk1s4Xy3nhgMahQMOlY35yMYpmEAw-KPbq1hkL5-ogGai4LBJXTAydRAFZWAEEGY8ptI2PjccMA5grwfLZF7u4VAE/s320/sparklers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590842722206629922" />i rarely look forward to my birthday - - - except when i was a kid - - - and maybe that's because i've never liked being the center of attention. or i've never felt like it was completely mine. (i have a twin) so it was about her too. it wasn't solely MY day... i also hate getting older. when you're young you want forever to be 'grown up' and then when you're finally all grown you want nothing more than to be young again... most birthday's in my teens i'd sit by the clock and count down the minutes until i was no longer a certain age. all the while repeating over and over to myself i'm 13 years old, i'm 13 years old, i'm still 13! and then 5:35am rolled around and i was no longer 13... to me it was sad... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">and yet i realize it's inevitable. and i realize age is fleeting</span>. but i still want to hold on to the past. i'm a past dweller. i love to look at what's happened in my life. to reminisce. to replay memories over and over in my head. <i>to grasp at the wonderfully candid straws of my life already lived</i>. the moments that not only make up my life. but have shaped it so extraordinarily. and then i realize the year i had was remarkable. it wasn't wasted or missed. forgotten. or unwisely spent. it was exactly what i made it to be. it was my 21st year and i lived it with everything i had! i'm not disappointed. nothing is lost. life goes on and we all grow more mature. wiser.better looking. okay older too... it was a good year. besides - - - everyone grows old with you and i think that's the very best part of getting old!<div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0rRhYQexpIGNq4VWHFy0cnSmPMrznQlBbg0Wt9L8JlkhaSuRdIJSCd7PWEo8oDiEVgCIeWSWqLtXlayCJWbt5O_XyIhFIC9vrLwhgsfU9n6JYsc_W6PztDqQ2T1SQXOTi361X585QV8/s320/Happy-22nd-birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590834124522318146" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but i still hope to always be in my heart... forever 21. xo karli. </div></div></div></div></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-49203471226346988352011-03-31T21:10:00.001-07:002011-03-31T21:26:21.655-07:00logs & specks.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSXiDPvaG1rJMANmOlvAJMX3DXNdrCC9Pf03-1cBmnfgYRiGWVKm5qqUBQhPGAj5FL0FkVcFc7GX-DrgivOghyphenhyphenLY6y4IZZRlL5J1WJT_4g0qQOjVLfQYBkA2ppziWI-mF2L9Mjtt10ds/s320/tumblr_lifxwoJabR1qb6t6wo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590457144601699906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"></span>Someone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"> </span>once told me... the things you dislike in others are the very things you detest in yourself... i think he may be on to something... it's like that verse. the one about removing the log from your own eye. instead of the speck in your friends eye. <b>focusing on YOUR downfalls. as opposed to picking apart those of your friends.</b> i believe that what bothers us in others is most often what we long to change about in ourselves. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">yet we do so unaware</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">. we think that they have the problem. the vice. the unflattering characteristic. but when it all comes down to it. we do. we are all the more ugly inside for how we judge others. although it doesn't account for everything... some things are unbearably bothersome in others because you wish they were MORE like you. still abhorring their downfalls yet in a different manner. we instead make them feel terrible for not feeling as we do. not looking like we do. not smelling. decision-making. problem- solving. joking. dancing. dressing as we do. we get SO upset and consumed in us.ourselves. you & me. simply because we want them to view life from our perspective. with our </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">experience. with our habits. drive. dreams. desires. through our very eyes. instead of how they see it. but if that were the case. we'd all be robots. clones. and who wants to give up their individuality? not ME!</span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcHbxlZEmECcxLZiemzUfrc_keHH0f_FGa0JxmMzfGzoP4lV8mM4Sz3OIpX20TEK0sE1HRXRLcdX7KGreUpAeAFq8huuIMopJFR89b44nXOejguVZaeoD0zzTW2wASKu9r1OOhq4-ZYI/s320/tumblr_l91p8060Ff1qdvc1to1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590460370094198898" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px; " /><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- - - </span><span class="Apple-style-span">Sometimes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> we long to mimic. to alter ourselves ever so slightly. to be who we would rather be. we're never satisfied with ourselves. but we have to be. we are who we are. and yes we can improve. get our hair done. paint our nails. go to the gym... but as cheesy as it sounds <i>the inside is still the only thing worth anything</i>. because it will show on the outside whether you try to conceal it or not. <b>so focus instead on you when you catch yourself looking for the bad in others</b>. dig deep into your soul and find the good. the dazzling. the unique. the quirky. the beautiful. the things that make you, you. <i>find the changes you need to make. and make them</i>. i think that once you find what makes you tick. what drives you. feeds your soul. life gets rosier. and i believe that when you find what you need to seriously work on, then life is much less dramatic and stressful. less picking apart. more building up and into the lives of those around you. much more fulfilling and friend-friendly. (like family-friendly :) </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><i>logs are not only no longer found in the eyes of your best buds. but the specks have vanished from your own!</i></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4KknIHQCiJV0ZiELBgRBn_DKfapQ0MSmJ0zuo1SsDm0zPbrZM-nJYSP4gxKhBCOkDs00pR-Hg3zPq1xIAa_Dk_FkeHN5aFf9NzwqZpij1SuYG3_F1Kjv3MH-9rbS6ycF78lTG5qETOg/s320/thetrips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590459303175793554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><div style="display: inline !important; ">me & my best friends.</div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></div></span></span></b></span></div></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">" just be yourself, everyone else is already taken"</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo karli rae.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></b></span></span></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-78242199143060011462011-01-28T10:07:00.000-08:002011-01-28T10:52:07.371-08:00make happy happen.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1y_0HjLCyZkSYp8d0YKw0KsLc2CaiVeLc83TO3w5jHTVIaRlLZYg8r75j97h0Hdq9bsTpC2iyZWbKs5CesjzAaO3GsEhh23x1evW0wtvm-Nd5hRQkIFM7WhLjIEf0DueoC4z70fCSK90/s320/smileitlooksgoodonyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567307874662742738" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">i've come to the conclusion. rather the discovery</span>...<b> that happy is a choice</b>. yes it's an emotion too. but firstly it's something you mentally tell yourself that it's what you want to be. <i>all life's hardest decisions stem from our most earnest desires.</i> because we know what we want. but we either don't know how to get there. or we don't want to fail so we don't even try. but if we don't make a conscious effort to make them happen. they won't. they will slip through our fingers. and we will wonder why they never came to be.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>...if we let happy slip away, than what is life but a dull. gloomy. cloud wrought with trouble and sorrow and pain. if best friends leave and boyfriends are dumped and the phone never rings. and depression we've decided is not an option. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">than happiness shall reign.</span></i> for no amount of naps or tears. or lonely nights staring off into space will ever change your outlook if you don't change your heart. and your head. get up. dust yourself off. and move on. <b>make happy happen.</b> you are in your life already. you can't 'start' living it again. but you need to <i>put your heart into living again. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>- - - so happy is a choice. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">it's daily choosing to have a positive outlook at the wide world.</span> to say i will not let the darkness hold me back. i will persevere. press on. <b>fight for what i know and believe to be what i need</b>. what i am missing. and cannot live without. it's my desire and wish to be happy. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">content</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">blithe</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">cheerful</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">giddy.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">delightful</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">filled with mirth</span>. i want to exude happiness. <i>to radiate with it. </i></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWRmfMq5RMjDxcPZQKtZSWZdraQZo5Hswwveifg-TzSNjUengrCIsYm0dZPvFI0z16-12gk61ybA8EmGY-We2F3A8rkhmO_fGPnjimBAfZAmc5gBv6WfDMCsggE_cawzyAB01VUZ5jHE/s320/LOVE.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567308810691125458" /></div><div><b>to be truly happy is to love</b>. and to <b>SMILE.</b> to <b>LAUGH.</b> to <b>GIGGLE.</b> to put the lives of others first. to look past yourself and say my happiness. my attitude. my ecstatic need to live and breathe for jesus is what will change the world. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">what will get me through the day. and not just through it. or make it simply bearable. but make me adore the day. praise the day. look at the day and say that was fantastic. let's do it again...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"> </span><i>each day is a gift.</i> and happiness should be the way we choose to spend it. </div></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-70342362054718201392010-12-09T23:46:00.000-08:002010-12-10T00:34:55.392-08:00as clear as clear can be?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6kbl8C_PoQB0zxm2kIzURhGyaqOxFeJ4_l3bPPfwrs2hcw34VXfq6IJCvhvZOKShEk-FmxOZvQn2zvjZrCjborWao6ZD3O1liWxbeuYFF3DZolKK0tOYxHzQ8dXhNb_wq7moFXTWD_OY/s1600/trees.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6kbl8C_PoQB0zxm2kIzURhGyaqOxFeJ4_l3bPPfwrs2hcw34VXfq6IJCvhvZOKShEk-FmxOZvQn2zvjZrCjborWao6ZD3O1liWxbeuYFF3DZolKK0tOYxHzQ8dXhNb_wq7moFXTWD_OY/s320/trees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548969251603117602" /></a><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Have</span></b> you ever been uncertain about something. and then that uncertainty led to doubt. and that doubt led to you being consumed by constant worry and then you end up analyzing the whole twisted, messed up situation, which you've really only made up in your head... why do we make life so complicated for ourselves sometimes? i just wish doubt wasn't so pressing. have you ever because of your uncertainty gone through your day or your week looking at everyone and everything and pointing out, grasping, holding onto that which you know to be certain. <i>constant. unmoving. unbending. unchanging.</i> <b>things you know without a doubt. </b>without cause for concern. or questioning. but as clear as clear can b<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">e.</span> things and feelings that are so potent and powerful and true and right that you can't help but know and feel to the depths of your soul that they are how you truly feel and will always feel.</b> <i>the certainty that i love God.</i> i love my mom. or my insanely cool car. or the fantastic pair of sneakers i just bought. or that great dress i have hanging on my closet just waiting to be worn. or the little girl in daycare who makes me fly around like a butterfly with her every morning. <b>those are things i know i love</b>. <i>i know they make me happy</i>. i know they are moments. and people and objects in my life that i am perfectly content with. how come life can't be that simple. as simple as knowing you love chocolate. or old movies. or reading a good book. or riding a bike down a terrifyingly fast hill. or jumping off a cliff into a lake of refreshing blue... how come life isn't as simple as those moments you find yourself so sure of. <i>those tangible. graspable. real moments.</i> but life cannot be black and white. it can't always be left or right. <b>sometimes it's gray and confusing</b>. sometimes we take the wrong turn. or path. and have to try again. start over. sometimes we have to leap before we know. trust before we jump. <i>life is full of unexpected. unanticipated surprises. and sometimes we just have to take a chance.</i> let the current take us where it will and end up in places we never even imagined. life can't be easy or jam-packed with all the answers. or flashing neon signs. life is full of choices. having faith. trusting that God knows what he's doing. letting him lead. life isn't easy. it's not meant to be. <b>life is uncertain. not everything is for sure.</b> that's why i find myself holding onto what's certain. knowing what it is i believe to be true. <i>figuring out what i do love. like. desire. adore.</i> and then tackling the unknown.karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-33085343025604537242010-09-08T11:15:00.000-07:002010-09-08T11:36:19.107-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8Azu_a48xBUsMpy6ZthsmhMEQ2vCSpnCf2b9AhAelL_uFq-VNrR0bLG16q5j-j0GATZ1uLZ_5vrRxWKMnRmPkB4eJUglHZe2yjxh1uouR-1JdTjERho7iI1kJ0EeZaxvQEn-V49clY4/s1600/tumblr_l551n8YhLe1qz4d4bo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8Azu_a48xBUsMpy6ZthsmhMEQ2vCSpnCf2b9AhAelL_uFq-VNrR0bLG16q5j-j0GATZ1uLZ_5vrRxWKMnRmPkB4eJUglHZe2yjxh1uouR-1JdTjERho7iI1kJ0EeZaxvQEn-V49clY4/s320/tumblr_l551n8YhLe1qz4d4bo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514613165571685058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">i believe in </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">love</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">.</span></span><br /></span> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that when you fall you get back up again. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in second chances. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in <b>magical</b> nights.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that the best things in life are free.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that eyes are a <b>window</b> to soul.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that less is more.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in never giving up.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in pursuing your <b>passions</b>.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in lost hopes.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that crying is sometimes necessary.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe <b>laughter</b> is the best medicine.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in true friends. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that anger ruins the soul.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that singing at the top of our lungs is a must.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in running away from temptation.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in <b>blue skies</b>.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that rainbows are a promise.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in someone loving you even if you don't deserve it.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in good night sleeps.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in nightmares.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in <b>kisses</b>.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in super high under ducks.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that children teach us far more than we teach them.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in <b>shooting stars</b>.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in a good romance novel.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in peppermint tea.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in the depths of despair. i've been there.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in <b>new beginnings</b>.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in heaven</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that we are all <b>lost souls</b> searching for something greater than ourselves....</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in walking in each others shoes.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in angels.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in <b>words</b>. lots and lots of words.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that some pictures speak much more than anyone could ever say. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in ghosts.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that inner beauty <b>trumps</b> outer beauty, yet our world promotes the opposite.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in miracles. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that <b>dreams</b> do come true.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in staying up late.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that life is an <b>adventure</b>.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that smiling makes all the difference. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in warm <b>sunshiny</b> days. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe in believing. hoping for only the best. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i believe that with God anything is <b>possible</b>. </span></span></p>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-5695019023795966562010-09-01T20:09:00.001-07:002010-09-01T21:07:10.858-07:00i stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaGrPE_lGENPWUR3M_-RSwH0sOpw9aA6TTxs_7dZnmmrtnq1acIEjg83n1GczuMdsunins2Vr821BdhXq77L4fgnP9_WnJf6Va7vij7ZmV5gBlQ6jLcTpLlsnQodFcqYV9wVoxnUFLGA/s1600/summershades.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdaGrPE_lGENPWUR3M_-RSwH0sOpw9aA6TTxs_7dZnmmrtnq1acIEjg83n1GczuMdsunins2Vr821BdhXq77L4fgnP9_WnJf6Va7vij7ZmV5gBlQ6jLcTpLlsnQodFcqYV9wVoxnUFLGA/s320/summershades.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512158429756026050" /></a><br />it's the first of september and all i can think about is how the sweet <b>summer</b> is slowly slipping through my fingers and all i can do is watch it vanish. leaves begin to fall. a crisp breeze begins to blow and soon all that's left are tiny remnants of what used to be. sandals are traded in for boots. shorts are tossed aside for jeans. sunglasses are retired. it's as if a part of me is buried away in the back of the closet. as if a piece of me is forced to hibernate for the winter. the longing to rewind back to a time of hot weather and bathing suits, watermelon and barbecues, windows down with the wind flying across my face, roadtrips and skies full of stars, only increases. <b>summer</b>. my favorite season. fading. i adore fall, but saying farewell to the season of warmth and sunlight just makes me melancholy. some people might live for school. or fashion. their dog or bucket-loads of food. snowboarding or softball... but me... i live for <b>summer</b>. for a chance to bask in the hot sunshine i would swim oceans. basically i would do the unthinkable. who doesn't love <b>summer</b>? being sun-kissed. barefoot. out amongst nature. flushed and glowing 24/7... <b>summer</b> - the essence of earthy, wild and pure, unadulterated contentment. let's do it all over again. or better yet, have <b>summer</b> all year round! i'd be more than thrilled in a world like that... but alas, bc boasts it's four seasons and abundant rainfall. so i guess i'll keep my fingers crossed for a beautiful september... after all fall doesn't commence until the 23rd! folks we have 22 more days.karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-59015849372764328462010-08-10T19:54:00.000-07:002010-08-10T20:16:44.093-07:00normal is what you make it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1znGfjkLRRirX3HT2tbC_gZjX0XknWJSjBHSZzbE2NX-CdE_b6_aJy-O3w0S-KTXx1Fibohzo5UHU1pwoRy46XiVdni-Df5c24gdcenleiKlz7yTFxNVb9vUp531oytaDYRUkJT9Oog/s1600/redlips.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1znGfjkLRRirX3HT2tbC_gZjX0XknWJSjBHSZzbE2NX-CdE_b6_aJy-O3w0S-KTXx1Fibohzo5UHU1pwoRy46XiVdni-Df5c24gdcenleiKlz7yTFxNVb9vUp531oytaDYRUkJT9Oog/s320/redlips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503985954930275938" /></a><br />Each one of us is so entirely and fantastically different, so incredibly unique... intricately woven, created and named unlike any other... a treasure chest brimming with rare and exotic jewels, sparkling gems of every shape and color. So rare in fact that the way we think, the way we act, <b>the way we listen and dream. react and scheme.</b> is what makes me, me and you, you. we are bursting with quirks and looks, mannerisms and characteristics all our own. we are weird. odd. extraordinary. far from normal. what is normal anyway? it there such a thing? who are we to judge and just what classifies anything as normal? i'd say no one is entirely sane. we are far from perfect. <b>no one is without shame.</b> <b>without fault, blemish. bruise or blame. </b>everyone makes mistakes. everyone is full of holes. everyone is or has been broken at some point. rejected. misled. harassed. burdened. we each have a past. a history. regrets. things we wish we could change. set right. erase. rewind and do over. <b>attributes we dream of altering, </b>but without us the way we are, we simply wouldn't be us. if we try to hide, or smother certain things about us... the way we snort after laughing too hard, the way we chew our fingernails when we're nervous, or sing at the top of our lungs to our favorite song... if we take away the very attributes, personality traits, our natural tendencies and impulses <b>we would cease to be us.</b> the way we were meant to be. special. one of a kind. fearfully and wonderfully made. so enjoy who you are, embrace it. love the skin you're in. because let's face it, you really have no choice. <b>accept you for you. don't try to impress. don't put on a show. everyone is as weird if not weirder than you... </b>so take comfort in the fact that we are all slightly crazy and a bit strange. there you'll find the freedom to express yourself. to be yourself. to be your own version of normal. Don't let the world tell you what constitutes as normal. you aren't, nor is anyone else... <b>normal is what you make it.</b>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-27362976169382340782010-07-03T14:50:00.000-07:002010-07-03T15:15:32.855-07:00wherever you feel the wind whispering for you to follow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvgGHhMZieMJ8rF_Cco6Ij1-4c3SALFoMEzSJ6G36oBuiKneFv54s8J5y7tkJrXhKsPChQ2BGwuS9_o2G1WHkX79MXMiTCHlMJhc7Af8dK1e7vKhb7Yh_Aro6TGTuNO_p-Co6IA79DbM/s1600/DSC09376.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvgGHhMZieMJ8rF_Cco6Ij1-4c3SALFoMEzSJ6G36oBuiKneFv54s8J5y7tkJrXhKsPChQ2BGwuS9_o2G1WHkX79MXMiTCHlMJhc7Af8dK1e7vKhb7Yh_Aro6TGTuNO_p-Co6IA79DbM/s320/DSC09376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489806971736236322" /></a><br /><b>and so it begins...</b> you know when everyone around you is advancing. moving up in the world. leaps and bounds ahead and far beyond anything you've done up to this point. progressing at an exceptionally<b> high rate</b> and there is nothing you can do to stop it. dating. marriage. babies. a higher education. and we're only 21! i feel as though i am so far behind and there is no hope of ever catching up. not that i want to be married with children at this point, but my life seems to have less meaning or at least feel as though i have done so little. nothing of importance or significance. my greatest feat has been to travel or to purchase a car. which are both in and of themselves <b>fantastic achievements</b>, but watching everyone get their degrees and find the <i>man of their dreams</i> and gain 40 lbs with a special someone inside, is almost depressing. what am i doing? where am i going? and why does it seem like this place has become more and more alien. not for me. this place being abbotsford. bc. maybe even canada. i feel<b> ill-fitted</b> to a world <i>engulfed</i>. <b>absorbed</b>. entrenched in what seems to be a normality i don't possess, a commonality that i don't share. order. planning. goals. i feel misconstrued. misunderstood. lost. alone. single. uneducated. with no idea as to where i'm headed, when upon first glance everyone seems to have it all figured out. they've all drawn out their map and marked <b>x as the spot</b>, whereas i've never even found my map to begin with. and this isn't a bad thing... <div><br /></div><div>i just wish there was more clarity in the direction i'm to go in. more answers or <b>bright lights</b>. i'm content to be different. and without a plan. i feel there is no way i could be happy following the steps of what everyone else may call normal. i'll create my very own version of normal. <div><br /></div><div> i feel as if my adventure is about to start... and that mine will look quite a bit different than most! for that i'm excited. ecstatic.<b> i feel free as a bird</b>. that there are endless possibilities awaiting. <b>the world is my oyster</b> so to speak. mine for the taking. if i see i can have it. where to go from here? i've not the slightest idea... but maybe that's the fun of it... the secret... <b>therein lies the catch</b>. go wherever your heart takes you... <i>wherever you feel the wind whispering for you to follow...</i> but just <b>GO</b> and God will do the rest... </div></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-279786988889050362010-06-27T15:35:00.001-07:002010-07-03T16:01:21.312-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSc5n7Kto2zobZCGkG13b2gs77sxpvnqO-pl_icWJpbjYqUG9UpLq6HRY3qh9FaBIUe7dWk4ytII9RxPijc6_tb9a7DRjSNzyF7DyOGiEtfPY3tFlic2YaRZ-uy9m7tD_WQAO8VNri66o/s1600/DSC09337.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSc5n7Kto2zobZCGkG13b2gs77sxpvnqO-pl_icWJpbjYqUG9UpLq6HRY3qh9FaBIUe7dWk4ytII9RxPijc6_tb9a7DRjSNzyF7DyOGiEtfPY3tFlic2YaRZ-uy9m7tD_WQAO8VNri66o/s320/DSC09337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487601119707935906" /></a></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOBd8eQhV3XqFAo5UeiFNiaKjsewh-6OfdA5pket3DgTKx34QTicnTgcVnNn0e0w4e_hj6DM-CAqUseZumDpg9Apzye8fCDWAFUYteGiW4a1HNsX1eqny7_v2lO3H3L1EZg87q4lEK6I/s320/DSC09336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487601407564022370" /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">England.</span></b> <i>a place of beauty. a place chalk full of history, of romance and cobblestones. of white cliffs and pebble-strewn shores. of brilliant sunsets upon a foaming blue sea. of a fast-paced, colorful, vivacious culture. of blaring british pop amidst musty, low-ceilinged taverns. of old brick structures and ancient stone churches .... a place i have become familiar with. a place i have come to miss the most</i>. each day i stepped out my door i was struck by everything that the English would call ordinary, but that i find fascinating. the history. who lived there and what happened here, what must this place of been like hundreds of years ago... it was as if i stepped into a dream- world. one in which castles existed. in which homes and shops remained untouched, as if they stood there 100 years ago, much the same. if i were to remove the cars, the blaring music, the modern day people rushing past... and in their stead i placed a horse-drawn carriage, with a woman in billowing skirts descending and atop her head the most fashionable feathered hat in all of <i>Brighton</i>... a gentleman caller strolling up the lane, catches her just in time.... since telephones are few and computers unheard of he had no way of knowing her whereabouts... those are the images i see inside my head, that's what i imagine when i walk down the lane. to me it seems that the surroundings are so far from reality. that the culture and the age i live in is no match for the architecture, the monuments and statues, churches and castles that surrounded me. this place that i live in day to day is so unchanged, unmarred... well in England that is, yet we are much altered... advanced, far beyond what the world looked like at one time. i love it. i bask, i revel in these places of old. <div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglARjBsATNCvvJ5q5aJPtSeiqdjmcbNyU3-IbcDq7DwLcDte9juPwwq9tCf0rkSGWth5QCXHJCBbwEcSzN__MdmtjrJK0yeGt8Rq67svjs1PRFPrsSBwMhWVUHlxLE-zDNUgufzQzc238/s320/DSC09390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487602905954439362" /></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">with a lingering sense of an end i bid england a bittersweet farewell....</span></span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6hnytcUzBvpEOcPJIXbUm20hnv4QKjGFKEW-cCprPal46GBJLFSw1oYwUHZYmICGMlqJ4TvBr3ZTYAlLD0LGOJy_TP5PtppnMlFWxzIALQDIXZ9fIPvy7qH2_dsIRQ3l8rQFm9QWFGM/s320/DSC09646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487603476042893058" /></i></div><div><i>Oriental place, Brighton </i></div><div><i>(sarah's flat) </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459847448002927073.post-67702678649989456772010-05-22T13:52:00.000-07:002010-05-22T14:32:08.679-07:00a face without a heart.filthy names come to mind<div>when your name runs over my lips, </div><div>bad to the bone, you wined and dined </div><div>of all the girls you went and kissed.</div><div>what were you thinking? </div><div><br /></div><div>my dearest friend a hopeless wreck</div><div>the havoc wreaked i can't forget.</div><div>heart and soul led astray,</div><div>what were you thinking?</div><div><br /></div><div>nothing left but broken wings.</div><div>all the sad songs in the world</div><div>could never fix the hurt that sings</div><div>forth from a bruised and battered soul.</div><div>what were you thinking?</div><div><br /></div><div>like a thief in the night you stole away,</div><div>reckless and driven; unforgiven.</div><div>you and your crooked ways,</div><div>why weren't you thinking?</div><div><br /></div><div>mislead and mistreated;</div><div>a gut-wrenching, wounded, defeated, </div><div>sorrowful, abandoned heart left unheeded.</div><div>there's no way you were thinking. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>karli raehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06835118868177758897noreply@blogger.com2