I love my friends dearly.
I cherish them.
I adore them.
I pray for them as much as I can.
They mean the world to me.
Whatever they feel, I feel.
I celebrate with them.
I dispair with them.
I feel their pain.
I (try to) help them.
Sometimes I just listen.
But I'm okay with that.
The things that have been said to me in confidence, are hidden away, deep inside.
You know that is also like God and us.. He is like that with us.
I love you..................and you.....................and you.............and you................and you............... and you.....................and you........................and you..................and you.....................and you.........and you.............and you..........and you.............and you too.
Yep I pretty much do.
Just wanted to tell you.
Even If I might be kinda afraid to say it to your face.
I love you.
It's true.
Kathleen
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
You know....
"You know you're close friends when..... you can read each other like an open book, eye conversations are a regular occurrence, you talk for hours but still aren't finished talking, you never seem to run out of things to say, you have troubles saying goodbye, goodbyes end up being the longest part of your conversation, you email each other for random reasons, you find yourself looking forward to seeing them the next time....even if you just saw them yesterday...or even an hour ago, if you part ways without a hug...you feel like you have a hole inside, you get so lost in conversation that you don't even hear your other friend practically yelling in your ear, you smile just thinking about your friend, and last but certainly not least....you tell each other "I Love You."
-Kathleen
-Kathleen
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Looking Different.....but 18?
Next time you see me, I will not look the same as the last time you saw me.
A few people have already seen me.
The reaction from varied parties includes: shock, happiness, raised eyebrows and some "wowness". (I know that's not a word.)
So I change something about my appearance and people automatically think I'm older.
For example, this past Monday was the Municipal Election.
A lady came up to me and asked if I was going to vote!?
"Ummmm how old do you think I am?"
"18."
"Actually not...."
Do I look 18???
Eeeekk
And then today I saw some friends( and parents) I haven't see in forever.
Some people didn't recongnize me.
Others barely did.
I actually had to go up to a couple people and say "Hi" before they realized it was me, Kathleen.
And I realize...I DO look (a lot)dfferent than I did a year ago. Even 4 months ago.
I'm happy with how I look...but I'm NOT 18. Please...don't age me too fast.:p
Some people have said they think I'm older 'cause I'm mature and have good leadership skills.
Thanks.
That actually does me make feel good about myself.
But 18?
I love you
Kathleen
A few people have already seen me.
The reaction from varied parties includes: shock, happiness, raised eyebrows and some "wowness". (I know that's not a word.)
So I change something about my appearance and people automatically think I'm older.
For example, this past Monday was the Municipal Election.
A lady came up to me and asked if I was going to vote!?
"Ummmm how old do you think I am?"
"18."
"Actually not...."
Do I look 18???
Eeeekk
And then today I saw some friends( and parents) I haven't see in forever.
Some people didn't recongnize me.
Others barely did.
I actually had to go up to a couple people and say "Hi" before they realized it was me, Kathleen.
And I realize...I DO look (a lot)dfferent than I did a year ago. Even 4 months ago.
I'm happy with how I look...but I'm NOT 18. Please...don't age me too fast.:p
Some people have said they think I'm older 'cause I'm mature and have good leadership skills.
Thanks.
That actually does me make feel good about myself.
But 18?
I love you
Kathleen
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Invisible Girl
Music floated down the stairs.
The girl sat alone.
There was a party upstairs, but the girl wished to be alone.
These days, nobody talked to her, or asked her questions.
No one asked her if she was having a good day, or maybe a bad day, like all days seemed to be.
She just drifted around, feeling invisible to the rest of the world.
Was she content?
No she was not, but she thought she better be content, otherwise things could probably be worse than they were.
Who cared about her?
It seemed like no one.
Who knew her thoughts?
No one except herself.
She had closed herself into a box, and shut the light of day out of her life.
She could be upstairs partying, but no, she sat alone in the darkened living room on the well worn grey sofa.
Her life was colourless.
Suddenly out of the grey, came a figure.
Quietly he sat next to her, took her hand and held it in his big one.
“I understand” he said simply.
Startled she looked into his face, meeting his eyes.
“I know how you feel.”
She continued to stare into his eyes, searching for answers to her many questions.
“Come”
She allowed herself to be pulled up off the sofa.
He led her upstairs to where the party was in full swing.
Nobody noticed the duo.
“You’ll be happier here”
She turned around to study the party, and when she turned back, he was gone.
Happier? Never.
It was impossible. In yet…
In the back of her mind she wondered if it was possible to be happy.
The thought grew on her.
Was it possible?
Apprehensively she began to walk across the room.
Still, she was unnoticed.
Reaching the other side, she suddenly made a decision.
She could be happier than she was, she WOULD be.
Trying to smile, she stepped forward, just as a boy walked toward her, arms outstretched. He wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her, whispering in her ear.
“I’m so glad you’re here”
The girl sat alone.
There was a party upstairs, but the girl wished to be alone.
These days, nobody talked to her, or asked her questions.
No one asked her if she was having a good day, or maybe a bad day, like all days seemed to be.
She just drifted around, feeling invisible to the rest of the world.
Was she content?
No she was not, but she thought she better be content, otherwise things could probably be worse than they were.
Who cared about her?
It seemed like no one.
Who knew her thoughts?
No one except herself.
She had closed herself into a box, and shut the light of day out of her life.
She could be upstairs partying, but no, she sat alone in the darkened living room on the well worn grey sofa.
Her life was colourless.
Suddenly out of the grey, came a figure.
Quietly he sat next to her, took her hand and held it in his big one.
“I understand” he said simply.
Startled she looked into his face, meeting his eyes.
“I know how you feel.”
She continued to stare into his eyes, searching for answers to her many questions.
“Come”
She allowed herself to be pulled up off the sofa.
He led her upstairs to where the party was in full swing.
Nobody noticed the duo.
“You’ll be happier here”
She turned around to study the party, and when she turned back, he was gone.
Happier? Never.
It was impossible. In yet…
In the back of her mind she wondered if it was possible to be happy.
The thought grew on her.
Was it possible?
Apprehensively she began to walk across the room.
Still, she was unnoticed.
Reaching the other side, she suddenly made a decision.
She could be happier than she was, she WOULD be.
Trying to smile, she stepped forward, just as a boy walked toward her, arms outstretched. He wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her, whispering in her ear.
“I’m so glad you’re here”
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Cars...one love of Kathleen.
"There is a way to be bold and humble. To go from good to great. To marry horsepower with efficiency. Beauty with affodability. Smart with sexy. There is a way to treat people. And a way to make cars."
Okay well this is from an ad for the all new 2007 Saturn Aura, which I recieved, personally addressed in the mail. And I found that prapgraph quite amusing, the choice of words and the way it flowed. What a way to attract a potential buyer. Esspecially since, I definitely can drive...
Oh and for those of you wondering why I got a self adressed piece of advertising for a car in the mail...I signed up for the mailing and...I love cars.
Okay well this is from an ad for the all new 2007 Saturn Aura, which I recieved, personally addressed in the mail. And I found that prapgraph quite amusing, the choice of words and the way it flowed. What a way to attract a potential buyer. Esspecially since, I definitely can drive...
Oh and for those of you wondering why I got a self adressed piece of advertising for a car in the mail...I signed up for the mailing and...I love cars.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Submerge
Submerge-Going Deeper With God.
The subject.
The choice to enter in.
The sense of God's presence.
This weekend, I went on a retreat with my youth group from church.
God doesn't choose crowds, he chooses individuals.
The awesome presence of God there. Standing with my hands lifted high to the sky feeling the rushing waves of His presence.
Down on my knees, crying.
Praying with a friend.
Hugging a friend.
Sharing our hearts.
Being "Honest to God".
Wanting to linger in his presence.
Suddenly understanding things.
A (re)new(ed) passion.
More confidence.
I don't care what they think.
In my head I saw a smooth pathway leading straight through a desert like piece of land. It led into the distance, and there was nothing on the horizon, except for a light. And the words, "I will lead you".
"In my life, be lifted high.
In our world, be lifted high.
In our love be lifted high."
I'm going to play that song.
He has shown you,O man what is good; And what does the Lord require of you But to do justly, To love mercy And to walk humbly with your God.
Micah 6:8
God gives us the gift of everyday. We all get the sane 24 hours, BUTTT it's how we choose to use that time, that is our choice. And our choice alone.
Worship God. Everyday.
Love God. Everyday.
Thank God. Everyday.
Honour God. Every moment.
And they left the room with hearts full. They walked as a group down the path. Not just the physically there path, but the spiritual path.
Thank you Jesus.
Amen
The subject.
The choice to enter in.
The sense of God's presence.
This weekend, I went on a retreat with my youth group from church.
God doesn't choose crowds, he chooses individuals.
The awesome presence of God there. Standing with my hands lifted high to the sky feeling the rushing waves of His presence.
Down on my knees, crying.
Praying with a friend.
Hugging a friend.
Sharing our hearts.
Being "Honest to God".
Wanting to linger in his presence.
Suddenly understanding things.
A (re)new(ed) passion.
More confidence.
I don't care what they think.
In my head I saw a smooth pathway leading straight through a desert like piece of land. It led into the distance, and there was nothing on the horizon, except for a light. And the words, "I will lead you".
"In my life, be lifted high.
In our world, be lifted high.
In our love be lifted high."
I'm going to play that song.
He has shown you,O man what is good; And what does the Lord require of you But to do justly, To love mercy And to walk humbly with your God.
Micah 6:8
God gives us the gift of everyday. We all get the sane 24 hours, BUTTT it's how we choose to use that time, that is our choice. And our choice alone.
Worship God. Everyday.
Love God. Everyday.
Thank God. Everyday.
Honour God. Every moment.
And they left the room with hearts full. They walked as a group down the path. Not just the physically there path, but the spiritual path.
Thank you Jesus.
Amen
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