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Name: Kasey
Birthday: 5/7/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: that NOTHING can seperate us from the love of Jesus Christ... my super neat family. my friends. cantaloupe. music. the color green. people & their differences. laughing really loud. journaling. cliff jumping. writing notes. being outside. talking. water, lots of it. cultures. greece. the middle east. islamic culture. books. reading. talking about what i'm reading. steve nash. going home to pretty snyder.
Expertise: hippie dancing. rain play. air guitar. pedicure giving. non-sense making. t-shirt wearing. fun having.
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AIM:  kaseymorgan
Member Since:
8/27/2004
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| i should be packing. yeah, thats right. we leave at 2am, & i haven't packed.
it's strange to plan a trip to a place where you don't speak the language & don't really know how getting around works. my mom picked up a 12 language - basic phrases - book & i can't even read some of it... i tried to reserve seats on some trains & it said reservations couldn't be made... i hope it wasn't just me not knowing what i was doing...
i already miss patrick & i saw him last night.
so besides not being ready, & missing patrick & my roommates a ton already, i'm super excited. i mean, how can i not be? 3 weeks with my mom - who i never get to spend real quality time with... seeing a ton more of this world that is so peculiar & interesting to me... & visiting people i love that i never get to see. ingrid, gustavo, maxi = here we come!
things i love & will miss these next few weeks:
shopping with my roommates. roller coasters with patrick. playing with cosmo. eating hamburgers. being at home. sleeping in. going to weddings. keeping up with friends. painting my toes. discussing books with kate. living with kate. talking with amber. 24. the food network. cooking with my roommates. seeing patrick whenever i want. making cafe lattes. enjoying pretty denton with my ridiculously incredible friends.
peace out my loves. | | |
| man, i haven't written in a while. i bet no one even reads this anymore.
i'm avoiding the 3 million chapters i'm supposed to be reading for my anth class.
i am exploring the thought of living outside of the united states for months, maybe a few years. i'm hoping that looks like missions in the middle east. i feel like that is the desire of my heart. well, something the Lord has put on my heart - i mean, seriously, where did that come from? i cannot put it into words. why do i so deeply want to live somewhere i've never been, & love people i've never met. what an interesting God i serve.
it is hard for me to love people sometimes. it is hard for me to love ike. and others. i feel like something christians talk about a lot is "engaging culture." i could talk for hours about this. i feel like the Lord has showed me a glimpse of this in my relationship to ike. to love. to be a good listener. to care, deeply. to pray. to be in settings that are unfamiliar, uncomfortable. to cry & beg God to help me love people as He does. i hope that we, in sharing our faith, are much more than really nice people. & more like people who love & serve - and people who speak of our Savior - people whose words are dripping with His love - so that we can avoid being seen as really good people, but as redeemed sinners, as children of God living transformed lives. what does that look like? to be active. in community. in society. in politics. in families. in love. to go out. to be set apart. to be wholistic, serving as our God served, loving as He loves, and speaking of Him, that He might receive all glory & praise.
i feel also like it is miraculous these days to figure out what it is to be a good listener. many people have shaped my thinking on this - & been examples to me of caring sincerely about what others share. brittany, my sweet roommate, for example. it is sort of phenomenal, to meet someone who cares. and wants to hear your story. or just about your day. or how you're feeling. i mean, really wants to know. and i feel like this is how our friendships should look. our communities. & our "engaging culture." our sharing of our faith. that we would be sincere, caring, good listeners. that we would care about people as our God does. that we would genuinely & thoughfully listen to them, as we share with them. philippians 2:3. what a struggle it is to live this daily. how strange that we are so selfish. & yet what sweetness comes with considering others better than ourselves.
i have this amazing boyfriend. you should meet him. i feel like i wouldn't be who i am if it weren't for him. i've always prayed that God would provide me with someone who challenges me to love Christ, and to love like Christ - always. he challenges me. he is a leader - an example to me - someone i want to follow. he is patient. oh my gosh, insanely patient. i feel like everyone should have someone like him in their life. i feel like we can talk openly (but not freak out seriously) about issues - about me wanting to go to the middle east, about careers, about money, about family, about kissing, about dancing in public, about expectations, about selfishness, about God - & that is incredibly freeing. to be able to share things, most things with someone who i trust & care for. & i see him trusting God with these things. & that is sweet.
i am thankful.
i hope you all read the da vinci code before you see the movie.
i hope you are all reading, it is summer. so read something.
i hope you all know that i love pregnant women.
i hope you all are doing wonderfully, enjoying our sweet Creator, & thanking Him. | | |
| i love them. amy. alayne. lt. rivera. amber. disch. troy. mcelheney.
nate. george. love love love them. these people are amazing & i
want to eat all of them.
God is good. i am learning.
i miss my parents. so bad. it seems like its been forever. they are
going to hawaii on wednesday for their 25th anniversary. i miss my grandma too. i think i might go
see her this weekend.
i'm learning a lot about community & wanting to explore it further
- apply it. i don't want manufactured community, i want authentic
community. why is authenticity hard to come by?
i've got craploads of stuff in my head right now. but right now i'm gonna just tell ya a little bit.
i love that amber black always touches me. i love getting 21 inches of
snow in 3 days. i love rueben & all little boys that are shy. i
love 22 hour bus rides. i love bill. i love suffering through getschows
class. i love polka dotted skirts. i love pictures. i love mazatlans. i
love mary. i love getting to know new people. i love deepening
relationships. i love emotion. i love praying. i love reading. i love
conviction. i love how infinitely compassionate Christ is. i love
african music. i love my roommates. i love unexpected dialogue. i love
sweats. i love spontaneous hang outs. i love giving blood. i love being
renewed & transformed. i love the limitless creativity of God. i
love george for running at 6am so i can interview him. i love amy for
making me a cd with 381 pictures on it. i love pregnant women. i love
my dad. i love feet. i love being close to people. i love chapstick. i
love people who find me chapstick when i don't have any but need some.
i love relevant. i love being squished. i love my church. i love
mondays. i love bedtime. i love you for reading. goodnight.
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| i do not like being moody.
the weather is cheerful today.
i love getting to know the girls in my classes.
i love girls and babies.
i love my mom. and i miss her. it seems like it's been forever since i've been with her.
i think i get extra emotional when i have family withdrawal.
life isn't supposed to be this busy. i just need to get better at planning & following through.
i love cute old men who love simon & garfunkel & working on fords.
i am ready for a day of reading, sipping coffee, donning sweats, being
outside & being surrounded by children, cats, donkeys & camels.
when will that day come?
i need to go to the grocery. soon.
happy ash wednesday.
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| its been a hard week.
i've had a lot of crap on my mind.
i've been easily frustrated & stressed.
patrick has been beyond patient with me.
thanks patrick.
i'm so ready for this weekend. so ready. so so so ready.
waxahachie or bust.
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