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Name: Erica
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Frederick
Birthday: 6/22/1900
Gender: Female


Interests: I am constantly finding myself plagued by an interest to learn, followed by a pursuit to put to use the daily learnings associated with the happenings of life itself. I seek the confidence that is necessary to use obtained knowledge, for knowledge without the confidence to use it is idle. I am interested in becoming the person who God has created me to be.
Expertise: I am an expert at unnecessarily overanalyzing situations.
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Industry: Mathematics/Secondary Educatio


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Sunday, March 01, 2009

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The Song Inside the Sounds of Breaking Down
By John Mark McMillan
How He Loves
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In blessing or loss, be my abundance.  Oh God, I beg you, be my abundance.  Please.


Sunday, January 18, 2009

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Spot Goes to School (color)
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I used to think that reading Walden was like pulling teeth.  I hated it.  Now, I think that Walden looks like See Spot Run compared to An Introduction to Real Analysis.  Math hates me.


Saturday, January 10, 2009

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Don't Waste Your Life
By John Piper
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 "Not to show people the all-satisfying God is not to love them.  To make them feel good about themselves when they were made to feel good about seeing God is like taking someone to the Alps and locking them in a room full of mirrors."

I had to laugh when I read this quote by Piper, because I have seen the Alps.  Flying to Germany from France, I found myself looking outside the window of my small plane and could see nothing but the bluest mountains capped with white that ran underneath me and stretched past the edges of the horizon.  And well, had I been in the bathroom staring back at myself in the mirror not knowing what was all around me, you could say I would've missed out.

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God is so much greater than what lies within the walls of our homes, the streets mapping our cities, the lands between our oceans.  He is so much greater than what our eyes alone can see - especially when staring in the mirror.  What a challenge to true love - with the glory and praise of God behind every word and loving kindness.  The greatest risk and the greatest dare - all wrapped up and packaged in what Christ would call "love."

Too often I am caught over loving others and loving others well, and too often I am entangled with the pride of my own insecurities that cry out to be loved in return.  And so what is at the end of my love for those around me?  Love for myself in return, or a love for God that brings glory to His Name? 

My definition of love and what love, in return, looks like, is given by the answer to that question.  With a heart full of sorrow and a head bowed in prayer, I hope to love others with the glory of God as the end to the means, and may that hope shape my definition of love as it is acted out among those around me.  In this may I be like Christ who loved with the glory of God behind every breath - all the way to his last.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

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Ruthless Trust: The Ragamuffin's Path to God
By Brennan Manning
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I write this entry with the quietest of hearts.

I am taken aback by how sweet the name of Jesus sounds in the midst of my greatest hurt and loss.  I have a lot less words these days, but I have never appreciated the person of my Savior as much as I do tonight.  Most days come to a close as the tears slowly slide down my face and onto my pillow, but I feel safe.  If I told you where I have been or what I am going through, you would probably shake your head in disbelief and be caught in the sins and foreign taste of the pure love of this whore, but to me, God has never seemed so glorious through the eyes of the unfaithful, broken and weak.  And it has taken great loss and frailty to see that.  But I am thankful.  Oh so thankful.

"God is most glorified in us when we are most satsified in Him in the midst of loss - not prosperity."


Sunday, November 23, 2008

If friends are what make life bearable, what happens when they leave?



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