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Sister_Marshmallow
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Name: Lindsay
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Gender: Female
Interests: Eating oatmeal, piano, reading, philosophy, glitter, Hello Kitty, theology, John Piper, plastic things, clouds, down comforters, the movie Emma, Chopin nocturnes, flowers...roses! cyclamens, peppermint mochas, Mr. Darcy, journaling, sweaters, applesauce and cheesecake
Expertise: Making oatmeal, thinking, reading, making cards, sitting for long amounts of time in the library doing homework, writing essays, cheerfully receiving presents, cleaning the bathroom, sleeping and being non-confrontational
Occupation: Government
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/30/2004
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| Okay, here it is: a posted update in my xanga which I have woefully
neglected. (This is for you Jennifer). I am back in La
Mirada and everyone is about to start school. I walked on campus
today visiting some friends and it felt strange- like I had never been
to college or even had the dorm experience. I couldn't quite
imagine having ever lived in the dorm before. I don't know
why. I really enjoyed my dorm life but I'm not wishing I was
still there which is good.
I'm currently trying to gage how much I trust God, whether or not I
could be content forsaking all and living on support as a full time
missionary overseas. Is there enough satisfaction in this sort of
life to get me through the hard times and would I be able to give up
all the superficial sort of "satisfactions" (temporary pleasures) that
I think are so necessary to me now. They are what propell me to
get out of bed most mornings when I am honest. Except for rare
occassions when I realize truly that there is no sufficient motivation
but God. And I am trying to recall truly with my heart that God
is the only constant.
Jesus is the Living Water.
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| Today was not a bad day. It just ended rather tired. But I
decided to walk to the practice rooms and play the piano and on my way
I ran into two fellows who brightened the evening. God is
gracious to give me encouragement where it is least expected. And
then I was privileged to overhear a brilliant pianist perform what I
think was Chopin's g minor Ballade...I'll have to check it out.
What a beautiful piece and how fluidly her fingers moved to play each
note clearly yet so fast! Ah, there is nothing like the music of
Chopin! 
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| Today is a bad day. 
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| I am working all this weekend on hw. What's new? I'm very
overwhelmed to be honest. Most of all because of my senior
thesis. And there is a paper I have due for Medieval phil on
Monday. I feel like the weather... (it's raining here) and you
may interpret that however you like.
But "this I know, that God is for me. In God, whose word I
praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust, I
shall not be afraid. What can man do to me? Your vows are
binding upon me O God; I will render thank offerings to You. For
You have delivered my soul from death, indeed my feet from stumbling,
so that I may walk before God in the light of the living." Psalm
56:9-13
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| I realized that it is very appropriate that I am Sister Marshmallow. When I wear my WHITE Biola sweatshirt I feel very much like a big marshmallow. It's so convincing sometimes people drool when they see me. They are dreaming of graham crackers and chocolate with me sandwiched in the middle after a little warming over the flame....okay maybe not exactly. But I still FEEL like a marshmallow.  Anyway, in case you're wondering it's a nice feeling. | | |
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