| eat, sleep, work, run, cry, laugh, read, learn, love, grow. this is what i am currently doing with my life.
"...fallen man is not just simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms. Laying down your arms, surrendering saying you are sorry, realizing you have been on the wrong track and getting ready to start life over again from the ground floor- that is the only way out of our 'hole'." -C S Lewis [Mere Christianity]
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| good morning!
its superbowl sunday.... do i care? (a resounding no).  friday was quite fun with my family. gray and i stayed up late downstairs and and he fell asleep...when i attempted to wake him up from his slumber for the purpose of transferring him to his sleeping chambers, my knee hit the marble coffee table and the corner broke off.... it was a freak of nature phenomenon, i must be magic.
saturday morning i worked from 10 to 3 30. i helped teach a preschool class where we had a newcomer. this little boy who couldnt stop smiling throughout the whole class but was deathly afraid of doing a skin-the-cat. so precious. i then brought flowers to my grandma for her birthday. (flowers make me happy, i cant wait for spring). Much to my delight Elijah was there sporting his newly acquired dread locks so we hung out and played a version of slightly altered imagination-filled Scrabble. i stayed and talked to my grandma until about 6 after which i preceded to drive home in the rain with a heart filled with this unexplainable joy.
this pointless account of my saturday was simly a tool for procrastination, as i attempt to avoid an obligatory pull to extract my pencil and graphing calculator from my purse and begin the daunting task of beinning my homework. so before i aplogize to you, oh reader, for rambling about things that im sure are quite uninteresting to you... please take into consideratoon that this entry did serve a purpose. my deepest aplogies
enjoy the superbowl all you sealers and steehawks fans 
<3 sarah |
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one look into the endless painted night sky. captivating. as i squint my eyes, the stars dance as if letting a slight shimmer of heaven's light permeate the black. my thoughts lie beyond the sky. in the seemingly warm embrace of the brisk night air, the most extravagant artist of all beauty surrounds me.
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| You are more beautiful. than anyone.
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