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I'm Katelyn. I love Jesus. I'm from Longview, WA. This blog is going to be about anything. It's completely erratic and haphazard. Don't like it? Then go away. No ones making you read this. Either hit that nifty little back button, or go ahead and click on the little x in the top right corner. Myspace, facebook, and live, all use
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Sometimes I hate watching father-daughter moments.
They always make me feel like shit. They’re awesome, but they make me feel horrible.
Even if I hate admitting that they make me feel horrible.
I do appreciate my uncle though. He tries to make up for whatever father figure I’ve missed out on. He doesn’t have to, especially since he has his own daughter now.
I appreciate my uncle. And I love him dearly.
But I don’t think a picture of me exists like this.
Most of the time that fact doesn’t bother me. Tonight it does.
(via supertruestory)
I know how this feels. To be honest I think what’s worse is knowing my son doesn’t have any of these pictures. :( I wish I could change that sometimes.
~Katelyn~
Grrr...Why does this bother me so much?
I’ve been “one of the guys” most of my life. It’s never bothered me. In fact, I’ve always taken pride in it! While the other girls had “cooties”, I was running circles around the guys and the girls simply to RUN! When the other girls were playing house or watching the boys play sports, I was in the field with the guys, holding my own.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love this fact about myself. Also it’s not like guys weren’t attracted to me, because they were. I had more boyfriends then I’m proud of. But for some reason this just really has me down right now.
This guy who I had a pretty major thing for at one point said I was like one of the guys. Normally this wouldn’t get to me at all…but for some reason with him…I don’t know. It just did. GRRR. I can’t stop thinking about it. He even explained that he ment it as a good thing, that they didn’t feel the need to act different around me like they do other girls. Arg. Why is this bothering me?
I think part of the problem is I don’t exactly get what makes me one of the guys rather then a girl. Is it just this personality stuff? Or am I just…not “sexy” or elegant, graceful, delicate, or any other word that comes to mind when I think of a girl.
Ok…I’m done with this rant I think. I know I have a low self image, why did I feel the need to remind myself? UG! I hate days where low self-esteem gets a hold of me.
~Katelyn~
To Women: Love, God.
tephiee:theamazon:jesuiseunice:travelbeauty:
So beautiful.. and so true.
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.
Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you, I modeled you, I created you perfectly and beautifully.
Your characteristics are as the rib: strong, yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The ribcage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support man as the ribcage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken for his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand by him and to be held close to his side.
You are My perfect angel.. you are My beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and My eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes.. don’t change them. Your lips, how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands, so gentle to touch. I have caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I have held your heart close to Mine. Of all that lives and breaths, you are most like Me. Adam walked with Me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see Me or touch Me.
He could only feel Me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me, I fashioned in you: My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protection, and support. You are special because you are an extension of Me. Man represent My image, woman My emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God.
So man, treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt Me. What you do to her, you do to Me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart; the heart of your Father and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness, show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
I <3 This.
~Katelyn~
I love this show...
- cory: so we're the only two guys in the world who think there's still hope for topanga and me, and you're throwing in the towel?
- shawn: yeah.
- cory: ok, all right.
- shawn: you okay?
- cory: yeah, sure. it's a strange feeling though.
- shawn: what, knowing it's over between you and topanga?
- cory: no, being the only one who knows it's not.
Thoughts?
Ok so I think I want the previously posted picture of Greek words done as a tattoo on the back of my neck. What are your guys’ thoughts on tattoos? I’ve had friends tell me that it’s wrong according to the Bible, but I’m not so sure I get the same thing from the scriptures that they do. Anyone have a new perspective for me? :P
~Katelyn~
- That Hideous Strength, C.S. Lewis
[h/t Rojas]
(via davereed)
TMMS so wide. :D So true…so funny and so true. :P
~Katelyn~
John Bunyan
via derekthornton
(via davereed)
Truth. My friends like to tease me because I don’t like praying out loud. My reason is because I feel like I’m not using as much heart as normal. For me it’s like…prayer is me talking to my best friend in the entire world, and so far beyond this. I tell my best friend things that I don’t tell just anyone. Private, heart felt things, that I’m not willing to tell Mr. or Mrs. Random person at Church today. So when I’m praying (talking to my best friend) out loud for everyone to hear, I sensor what I say.
I don’t like this about myself. It’s something I need to work on. But it’s how it is. That’s why I like praying in my mind. Because prayer should be about what’s in your heart, and not sensored words. Well there’s my random rant of the day. :P
~Katelyn~
How did I ever live without tabbed browsers??
(via davereed)
Even with tabbed browsers I have 3 windows open. Without would make it 8…that would be ridiculous.
~Katelyn~
