tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23221173939265791432024-03-13T20:51:33.194-07:00one stroke of his brushjami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-37114871179132797042012-11-28T00:17:00.001-08:002012-11-28T00:19:05.694-08:00a jump of the heart<i>My song has changed,</i><br />
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<i>it's bitter and sweet.</i></div>
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<i>A strange melody,</i></div>
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<i>completely new to me. </i></div>
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<i>With just a jump of the heart, </i></div>
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<i>and a blink of the eye, </i></div>
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<i>my cup's overflowin'</i></div>
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<i>and i'm wonderin' why.</i></div>
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<i>My hearts been deceived, </i></div>
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<i>and my mind's not at rest,</i></div>
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<i>I'm unfaithful, and weary,</i></div>
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<i>But you still choose to bless.</i></div>
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<i>My heart's native tongue,</i><br />
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<i>now is foreign, incomplete.</i></div>
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<i>But in this desert of defeat,</i></div>
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<i>With just a jump of the heart, </i></div>
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<i>and a blink of the eye, </i></div>
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<i>my cup's overflowin'</i></div>
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<i>and i'm wonderin' why.</i></div>
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<i>My hearts been deceived, </i></div>
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<i>and my mind's not at rest,</i></div>
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<i>I'm unfaithful, and weary,</i></div>
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<i>But you still choose to bless.</i></div>
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<i>Risks are for taking, even if we're alone,</i><br />
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<i>and maps prove faultless- only once our journey's begun.</i></div>
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<i>No more waiting in hopes for lost games to be won,</i></div>
'<i>cause the prize is so much greater-- a plan that's made to be undone.</i>jami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-20781384767535940412012-10-05T15:33:00.000-07:002012-10-05T15:33:30.965-07:00Time. Summer sands, dirty feet,<br />
understanding feasibly.<br />
A smile was the first to meet,<br />
words came simply, easily.<br />
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Time is a friend, for finding new ways,<br />
time is the book in which memories are made.<br />
And time is a curse, for losing what's got,<br />
time is the grave in which memories get lost.<br />
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Winter ice, frozen fingers,<br />
words unspoken, thoughts in mime.<br />
Eyes don't know where to look,<br />
and years past are nothing but time.<br />
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Time is unchanging, consistent and true,<br />
time is the sun, time is the moon.<br />
And time is unreliable, moody, and blue,<br />
time is my heart, beating too soon.<br />
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Lipoveni, Moldovajami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-30586698041351616772012-07-07T13:21:00.000-07:002012-07-07T13:21:08.832-07:00somber saturdayFound this piece jotted down in my journal from a few months ago. Funny. I still relate...<div>
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<i>'Cause you see, I've got feelings; thoughts, even needs,</i></div>
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<i>'Cause I can't empty them out, like a bag full of trash-</i></div>
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If you want to know about my recent creative ventures, check out my art blog- <a href="http://www.theblueroomventures.blogspot.com/">www.theblueroomventures.blogspot.com</a></div>
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Today, I feel overwhelmed, impatient, anxious, excited, and weary. Strange? Yeah.</div>
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OH, i know… since I've been blogospherically absent for so long, maybe I'll give a few options of what I could write about… you know, to get me back in the groove. You can tell me what you'd most enjoy 'hearing' about at this point. And who knows, I may just end up writing what I want to in the end, but at least it's a fun thought now. Ha!</div>
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This may be tough, because so often the areas in my life all mix together, but I'll attempt setting some topics apart. Okay, I could tell you about…</div>
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3. the free time i have and how the heck i'm trying to use it. </div>
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4. a piece of creative writing. </div>
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5. what's kept me away from writing. </div>
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6. make up your own topic. </div>
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Okay, this may be the lamest blog post ever, but it's my way of slowing getting my feet wet again in the giant pool of letters, ideas, and inspiration. </div>
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Let me know what you'd like to read about, and I shall be back shortly. </div>
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<i>this mere human flesh we're all stuck in, it's so good at hiding the messes we've wound.</i><br />
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<i>Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they've done wrong,</i><br />
<i>this earthly existence, the nature of being, means birth with a wicked and selfish song.</i><br />
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<i>Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they've suffered,</i><br />
<i>a lack of some kind, every human has- physical, emotional, mental…</i><br />
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<i>See the world is broken, and broken is something that isn't the way of it's maker's intent. To be missing a part, or have excess, unneeded- we've been caged, by rebellion, so we need to be freed. </i><br />
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<i>But, thankfully, thankfully… it doesn't end there. Thankfully, thankfully… we don't have to despair…</i><br />
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<i>'Cause I'll give you a name and I'll tell you with certainty; he is aware, able, active,</i><br />
<i>the maker or life, the true reason for our existence has set up a plan, to further his intentions.</i><br />
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<i>See, it's not how you think, it doesn't seem right, to take a good thing and give it up for wrong's right,</i><br />
<i>but the perfect was destroyed for the deepest of love, not love like you know, but a real fight.</i><br />
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<i>For souls black as night, with wicked intent, the passionate, the humble, bled instead of the rest;</i><br />
<i>love was poured out, perfect for imperfect, just for unjust, it was the best kind of test.</i><br />
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<i>And because of this nature, holy for broken, good for evil, pure for impure, nature was bested;</i><br />
<i>three days and I AM took back his bride, a rescue to say the least, his wrath was unleashed.</i><br />
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<i>The world is broken, flesh is wounded, but there's now a way out, a surrender to freedom,</i><br />
<i>a path that leads home, to where our hearts yearn, to life, and beauty, and wholeness- an Eden.</i><br />
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<i>So just as he, the perfect, the righteous, lay down his life so that we could have hope,</i><br />
<i>we must also give all, every bit of our being, to gain what he offers us, home eternal, life with meaning.</i><br />
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Yesterday was a really special day and I'm going to post about it… Well, let me rephrase that- yesterday represented something really special and I'm going to post about that. My parents made a commitment 29 years ago, yesterday- to marriage and have kept that commitment. </div>
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Special, yes. Unfortunately, in the world we live in today, twenty-nine years of marriage<i> IS </i>a special thing. And I consider myself blessed to be the daughter of two people who have taken that vow seriously. </div>
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I cannot really give you a full twenty-nine year's worth recap of how special this is, but I will tell you that I certainly am thankful for their commitment, which is ultimately to Christ. I know, with no doubt, that if you asked either one of my parents, "How have you done it?"- they would respond with something along the lines of "It was nothing that we did- it was the Lord's faithfulness and mercy." </div>
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Some things I really just love about these two…</div>
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Because Christ is in control, their commitment is so much more than just keeping a promise. These two are ridiculously in love. After twenty-nine years, they still love- actually, probably more now than ever- love being together. They are continually learning about and growing with each other. </div>
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My dad takes my mom away to far-off places. Okay, i know I complain when they abandon us… but come on, I'm almost twenty-one… I can handle it. Trust me, I secretly love that they explore the world together. I hope to do more of that too, if ever I get me a husband. </div>
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They read the Bible together, pray together, and learn together. They're one, not only as husband and wife, but spiritually, as well. This is how it's supposed to be, people. Equally yoked. Okay, that looks weird when I write it, but it's true! I just love the humbleness, obedience, and faithfulness I see in their relationship.</div>
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Saturday.<br />
Today, I pretty much just did my own thing. And loved it.<br />
Didn't redesign the blog, didn't take a bike ride (tomorrow!?), didn't write those letters… (wow, this is sounding bad…)<br />
BUT, I did study Spanish and I am basically ready for class to start again on Monday… and it's not even Sunday yet! Miracles do happen.<br />
I worked in my room for most of the day… exciting, right?<br />
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Since I didn't get any questions in the last post, I've decided I'll stick with my theme for the day and do what <i><u><b>I</b></u> </i>want to do, which is me telling you some things I loved about today…<br />
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My record player. Something about listening to old records just gives me delight. I am swept back in time.<br />
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Brilliant. Favorite word of the day. I often find excessive joy in certain words at random times.<br />
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Revelation. That book has pretty much always scared me to death, but I'm really trying to go into it with a fresh, open mind. Even though I feel completely inadequate in deciphering it's content, I know the Lord can reveal his will and purpose to even a foolish girl like me. What a mighty God we serve!<br />
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Solitude. As I've grown older, more and more I've come to appreciate time alone. Time to just be, to think, to work quietly- or not so quietly :)<br />
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My sister. Our friendship is like none other I've ever had or will ever have. I'm so thankful for her. These past two weeks have been wonderful, Lana. We do girl parties right.<br />
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Bare walls. Yeah, I said it. I want to get some pieces done so I can get something fresh up on those walls.<br />
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Did you do anything extravagant today?<br />
Tell me about it…<br />
but only if it involves wild animals, sailing, or baking cakes.<br />
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No, really though… tell me. Also, I'm still open to questions :)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's 12:42 a.m… again. Weird? Yeah. That's weird. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm so tired. I'm so happy the Jayhawks won. My foot hurts real bad and I have no idea why… </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">These are the things on my mind. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">No deep thoughts tonight. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'll just answer Sally's fun question and bid thee a glorious Saturday…</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>She writes, "Here's a not-so-serious question! You mentioned zoo animals in a previous post, so----if you could be any animal, what would it be? :D"</i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Well now, I think some type of bird would be great, because of the flying ability of course. Or a majestic jungle animal… like, like… a panther. Or, a lioness :) Because, wow. You just gotta respect those cats. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Honestly, I'm sure there's something far better and unique, but in my present condition of physical exhaustion and mental madness, I'm going to stick with what I've already said. Good question :) </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Feel free to ask more questions. And now I'll ask you- my dear readers, a question:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If you could choose any show/performance to attend, be it professional theatre, a famous band concert, etc, what would it be? </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I'd hate to answer that question… I hate choosing favorites. You probably know this already.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Here's to a wonderful week, and a new day tomorrow.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cheers.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">-J</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So I thought that the question thing would be fun, then Dillon and Peter had to go all serious and deep on me… that's what I get for joking about keys having souls and what not, I suppose ;) No, just kidding. I like getting questions… it makes me feel important. ha!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Well, to clear things up, I certainly wasn't serious about lovely antiques having souls. I do think though that they may have some 'soul', so to speak. As, in character, history, etc.</span></span></div>
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Most of this day, I spent working in my studio. I'm trying to get rid of as much as I can, and organize what I keep. It's fun going through old stuff and seeing how I've changed. I definitely cringe when I come upon old notebooks or sketchbooks with random writings and doodles. And I love going through stuff I've accumulated recently and haven't sorted yet. I had a big box from an estate sale from a while back… ahhh, so delightful. </div>
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I don't know about you, but i'm pretty proud of myself for posting before the end of the day.<br />
Also, I feel really annoying posting every day. But I said I would and keeping my word is something I feel is important in our age of intention-less words. Seriously, let's let our 'yes' be 'yes' and our 'no' be 'no.'<br />
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This day started early, and was so worth it. One of my best friends turns 22 today and I had the privilege of getting her first on her birthday :)<br />
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I'm so blessed by her constant friendship and encouragement in my life. When busyness keeps us from talking for weeks at a time, we know we can always come back and nothing will have changed. Well, yes, we are constantly learning, changing, living… but, our friendship is steady and doesn't waver with the storms life throws.<br />
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We had breakfast at Blue Bird Bistro, drove around down town, and braved an Asian Market.<br />
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Love you, dear Annah Beth!<br />
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Today was a lovely day.<br />
Nothing extraordinary. Just being.<br />
First bike ride of the year, fresh fruit crepes, and Ella turned 5 years old.<br />
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Something I like about life: having the ability and opportunity to do things I've never done before, and learning from them.<br />
Something I hate about life: repeated mistakes, glitches, things that have happened and continue to happen.<br />
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-Jjami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-39448051684308290942012-03-11T21:00:00.001-07:002012-03-11T21:00:39.339-07:00Keys, Aspiration, and a Blog Resurrection.Spring Break means…<br />
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Day 1…</div>
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Well, it happened- Christmas came and then went. I just really love Christmastime. One of my favorite things about Christmastime is being with family. Cliche, I know. But my family is my favorite, so I like to think they're better than anyone else's. Anyway, this post actually isn't about my Christmas, rather about some people who are a reflection of Christ, so it sort of works out to be Christmas-y.</div>
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Now, I've always known my Grandparents to be incredible, loving, generous people who fear the Lord and do their best to serve him in everything they do.<br />
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*Ahem* Grandparents. Christmas… oh, yes. I'm incredible blessed to have Grandparents who I grew up visiting often, who came to endure multiple shows I've been in, who came to stay with us when my parents went on adventures without us, who have driven all over the country to visit family… yes, you get the point- they're amazing. And most amazing of all, their faithfulness to the Lord has led our family to Jesus, too.<br />
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During the time they were visiting for Christmas, my eyes were opened to a whole new level of their amazingness… Most people in their seventies are worried about future living situations, what channel the news is on, and where is their dinner? Not to say that my grandparents are perfect, or that they don't acknowledge that they are not getting younger. But that does not stop them from seeking the Lord's will for their lives at this place where he's brought them. These incredible people are doing kingdom work here! As my Grandmother shared with me letters from a young man she had years ago in Sunday school, who is now is prison, she expressed sadness at not having done more for him when she was in a place of authority. Now, she is corresponding with him and encouraging him, as he's seeking the Lord and trying to do the right thing after all these years that have been lost. My Grandfather meets with other men weekly to pray and is active in sharing Christ's love with those he comes across whether it's his work, or at the grocery store. They visit and serve the lonely, elderly people in the nursing home in Boone, and share the hope and truth of Jesus Christ with them. They listen to these people. My Grandma prays for everyone in our family everyday. And I'm pretty sure that's a huge reason why my immediate family is alive. Seriously.<br />
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Basically, I've been really challenged and encouraged by witnessing my grandparents- just living their lives where God takes them. Not on a big stage, not to be seen as anything… but because of Christ in them.<br />
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I hope to be as vibrantly passionate about the Lord when I'm seventy-five as they are now.<br />
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Do you have Grandparents? They've been around longer than you, and though you may think you know everything already… you're wrong. Ask them questions, about anything. Respect them. Chances are, you have no idea what their lives have really been like. Chill out and learn something from people who have really lived.<br />
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What does God have for me right now, where I am? What does he have for you?<br />
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p.s. I hope to post more frequently in the coming weeks… but of course you've heard that before. ha. </div>jami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-59971877008866478012011-12-24T18:33:00.000-08:002011-12-24T18:33:15.425-08:00Atmosphere, Tea, and a High King.Hello, dear Readers,<br />
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First of all, I ask you to forgive me for the haphazardness of this post. So many ideas and subjects for writing have been swirling around in my head the last couple of days… so please, bear with me.<br />
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Here is a blog post from 367 days ago:<br />
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I've been thinking about surroundings lately, and how they affect us. In a long term way and on a daily basis. The households we grow up in and the people who raise us play a huge part in shaping us into who we become. Everyday, the atmosphere we are in and the people we are subjected to… school, work, home… they all impact us continually. The scary thing is, we often don't realize it.<br />
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Last year at this time, I was in Birmingham, England with my sister, mom and aunt. We were at our cousin's tiny house and very well taken care of. We had food to eat, warmth, pleasant, sweet company, tea, and coffee ON THE HOUR… yeah, it was nice. But, I literally felt sick. I think that was the first time I've truly understood and physically felt real homesickness. Our flight out of London had been canceled, and then two others out of Birmingham after that were canceled. The Lord definitely used the time to open my eyes to the fact that I was completely consumed with my own little world, the traditions of my family, and my own selfish desires. I'd never not been with my whole immediate family on Christmas, and our extended family rituals are something I hold in high esteem. Anyway, the point is… that was last year. It was sad. But good. I can look back with fondness on the queen sized bed that the three of us attempted to sleep in, the 12 different vegetables and turkey we enjoyed for Christmas dinner, and the constancy of the soaps streaming through the big screen. Now, I can smile with thankfulness that I'm sitting in my living room on Christmas eve, listening to my family joking and laughing around the table in the other room, that I could drive anywhere if I wanted to, and that I can sleep in my bed and wear any of my clothes. They are simple things, but I am thankful.<br />
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I've been reading in Hebrews lately. Wow. Just wow. It's so good. I challenge you to look into that book if you haven't recently. Talk about reasons to be thankful.<br />
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Yes, Christmas is about Jesus being born, but how can we celebrate the birth of Christ without thinking about the death and resurrection; the prophecy which he came to fulfill?<br />
A baby Jesus doesn't seem to offend people much at Christmas time, but what about a high King who created the world and defeated death for all mankind because of Love? Who hates sin and loves his creation? A God who is jealous for our hearts, and vicious toward his enemies? Who died on calvary for my sake, that I may spend eternity with him in paradise?<br />
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That is the baby Jesus I celebrate this year... And that is a dang good reason to be thankful.<br />
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What Jesus do you celebrate this year?<br />
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So, instead of writing a long post tonight, I will share with you a blog post that I read earlier this evening by Michael Gungor of the band, 'Gungor.' It's subject matter is so good and true and something I've often thought about. It's a bit lengthy, but definitely worth the read.<br />
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Michael's blog post: <a href="http://gungormusic.com/#!/2011/11/zombies-wine-and-christian-music/">Zombies, Wine, and Christian Music</a><br />
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Let me know what you think.<br />
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Peace and Blessings,<br />
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<i>can't see it yet- got a feeling instead.</i><br />
<i>I've been de-railed from a one-way track,</i><br />
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<i>No more worry or a wondering mind,</i><br />
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<i>There is one who is true; not me, not you,</i><br />
<i>the healer of wounds, of which I've had a few.</i><br />
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<i>Still winter must breath to bring forth the spring,</i><br />
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<i>But when the day comes, I'll be eager to flee,</i><br />
<i>to find the adventure, the adventure for me. </i>jami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-5833578461113466072011-10-11T10:39:00.000-07:002011-10-11T10:43:33.453-07:00Quoth the raven, `Nevermore'Amelia, the genius that she is, hosted a night of whimsy…<br />
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Scarves, knee socks, hats, ties, and a pocket watch adorned.<br />
Tea, small desserts, and lovely cupcakes were taken.<br />
'Penelope' was watched.<br />
'The Raven' was recited… and present.<br />
Zombies and a kitten were seen.<br />
Insults were hurled.<br />
Fiction families and british accented banter ensued.<br />
Even some serious discussion found it's way in around 1 o'clock or so.<br />
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Needless to say, it was a fun gathering.<br />
I don't have enough photos to do the evening justice, nor are the ones I have, of great quality.<br />
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Please bear in mind that these last few were taken at peculiar hours of the morning :)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Live whimsically!</span></span><br />
<br />jami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-45899649171821389382011-10-03T19:28:00.000-07:002011-10-03T19:28:57.400-07:00Dearest Mumsy and Papi...A silly poem I wrote for my world traveling parents. Love and miss you!<br />
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<i>Nothing is quite the same without you around,</i><br />
<i>only reflections of your living- why, they abound. </i><br />
<i>Your messes lay lonely, your projects unfinished,</i><br />
<i>the days go quite smoothly, but the quality is diminished. </i><br />
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<i>Your voice, your words I'd love to hear,</i><br />
<i>I must take them for granted when you are near.</i><br />
<i>Always ready for whatever is needed,</i><br />
<i>you give of yourself time that is pleaded.</i><br />
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<i>Give it a week, or maybe a couple,</i><br />
<i>and life will be normal with all of it's bustle.</i><br />
<i>But until you come back and complete what is missing,</i><br />
<i>please know, of times past, I'll be here reminiscing. </i><br />
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<br />jami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-26231168045619488072011-09-17T11:10:00.000-07:002011-09-17T11:11:21.208-07:00Never be ready.<i>We'll never be ready,</i><br />
<i>for the days ahead.</i><br />
<i>As much as we hope</i><br />
<i>to prepare and scope.</i><br />
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<i>No, we'll never be ready</i><br />
<i>like the dress made to fit.</i><br />
<i>The candles will be lit,</i><br />
<i>but we'll never be ready.</i><br />
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<i>'Cause love is a lesson for all who find</i><br />
<i>a need for a reason to be unblind,</i><br />
<i>And love is something that grows in time,</i><br />
<i>amidst the thorns upon the vine.</i><br />
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<i>To learn is to live,</i><br />
<i>until we come home.</i><br />
<i>And though we'll never be ready,</i><br />
<i>love's made a way to the throne.</i><br />
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<br />jami jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17393732390701534345noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2322117393926579143.post-55385456308791191582011-09-13T11:29:00.000-07:002011-09-13T11:29:54.035-07:00that person.Most days I just wish I was Different. Better. Able.<br />
Wouldn't it be great to be one of those great people?<br />
That's pretty much my thought process.<br />
I wish that when I had a sudden flood of emotion or joy,<br />
I'd have the ability to sit down and compose a gorgeous tune,<br />
or paint a masterpiece- original and personal,<br />
or write a short story or poem, full of allegory and meaning.<br />
Because it's all in there, it just doesn't know how to come out. <br />
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Most days I think, "If only. If only I was <i>that </i>kind of person."<br />
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Then some days, not nearly as often, in fact, very rarely do they come- I think, "What if I <b>was</b> <i>that </i>kind of person? Would I wish to be another kind? Would I really be satisfied in my abilities. Is that true life? Is that where 'it's at'?"<br />
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Probably not. I'd probably have other desires, like of being an average person who dreamed a lot and hoped for adventure- like the person I really am. Though, I'll never really know…<br />
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The point is that no matter who we are or what we can't do, we'll always be wanting to be something else.<br />
Joy comes from being fully satisfied in Christ. And living fully comes from joy.<br />
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Dissatisfaction in who I am striving to be points to something deeper- attempting to be something on my own- searching for fulfillment elsewhere than in Christ.<br />
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Sometimes being a person is hard. And makes me tired.<br />
The fact that I know the creator of the universe… now that is a reason to live, and live fully.<br />
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-j<br />
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