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Saturday, February 27, 2010
I wonder...
Over the last few years I have had homework, projects, relationship struggles, boy problems...etc. Drama. But lately all of that has faded. I have none. I have nothing really. I just go to work. Hang out with my friends. And Read. I feel very content. But at the same time..I feel restless for what I know the Lord is about to do. Like the calm before the storm.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Beginnings
I have been working with Habitat for Humanity for the last two years.
My Spring Junior Year I had to do a volunteer class, so I started volunteering at the local Habitat for Humanity and the Hospice of West Alabama. Both just needed a secretary, so I offered to help.
At Habitat I would do odd jobs including painting, organizing, and helping out with mail outs. After the Spring Semester they offered me a job working in their ReStore. I didn't even know that there was a store attached to the building! The ReStore is a store open to the public that sells construction items, home decor, appliances, all at half retail price. And 100% of the proceeds go to Habitat. It is a wonderful ministry.
I began working there as the cashier, and then they promoted me to the manager by August. I loved it. I have been working at the Tuscaloosa ReStore for two years and I have loved every inch of it.
We use to be located in a huge tin building on McFarland, but we recently moved to 15th Street near the practice football feild (behind Sharks Restaurant). We love it! But it is not very well seen from the road. So we need your help!
Tell people all over tuscaloosa about us and help us make the new store a success! Here is our info! Follow us on facebook and Twitter!!!
Habitat for Humanity of Tuscaloosa
620 14th St Suite F
Tuscaloosa, AL 35401
(205) 349-4620
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Sarah Groves' "When The Saints"
This song is so inspiring that I have made it my personal theme song. :)
Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know
It's more than I can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I cannot let it go
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
but your word has compelled me
when I think of all who've gone before me and lived the faithful life
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court
I hear his call of freedom for the people of the Lord
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the end of the spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the lepers side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door
I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
It's more than I can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I cannot let it go
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
but your word has compelled me
when I think of all who've gone before me and lived the faithful life
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court
I hear his call of freedom for the people of the Lord
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the end of the spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the lepers side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door
I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Photography
Last Day
So I am sitting here in between classes about to attend my last class as a college student. Though I doubt this will be my last class ever, it still makes me sad that I will no longer be pushed to learn about History and English. I AM glad that I will no longer have tests and essays but it makes me sad that I will not have professors or lectures anymore. Maybe in a few years I will go back to school or go to seminary. Who knows. I just know I am definitely not done with school...just taking a break for a while.
Be praying that I do not get too frustrated with the mundaneness of a 9 to 5 job. Even though Habitat is NOT a desk job, it can still get mundane. I really hope that I can come up with extra activities to keep me from getting too frustrated.
So if you know of a group of a local book clubs, or sports clubs, or something where you think I might be interested please let me know.
Ugh...I guess it is now time to grow up.
Be praying that I do not get too frustrated with the mundaneness of a 9 to 5 job. Even though Habitat is NOT a desk job, it can still get mundane. I really hope that I can come up with extra activities to keep me from getting too frustrated.
So if you know of a group of a local book clubs, or sports clubs, or something where you think I might be interested please let me know.
Ugh...I guess it is now time to grow up.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
southern colloquialisms


So...a few girlfriends and I were sitting around when we got on the subject of southern colloquialisms and how we need to start saying them again. So I thought I would share some of the best ones that we found with you, the list goes on and on...
If a bullfrog had wings, he wouldn't bump his ass when he jumped. (resulted from our saying IF too much)
Close that NEWmonia hole. (close the window)
Your ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower! (usually followed by: "Go get me a switch.")
Don't you make eyes at me, boy! (if we rolled our eyes)
He's about as handy as a back pocket on a shirt.
That's about as useful as a trap door on a canoe.
She was so tall if she fell down she would be halfway home.
Well, I'll just swaney! (Well, I'll be darned.)
He couldn't carry a tune if he had a bucket with a lid on it.
Somebody beat him with the ugly stick. (He's not very good looking.)
I'll jerk a knot in your tail!
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