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Name: Anthony
Country: United States
State: Kansas
Metro: Wichita
Birthday: 11/18/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Being like Jesus Christ, contemplating the invisible, studying God's Word, BONBON's, PEOPLE, guitar, devouring spaghetti, basketball, hiking, roadtrips, driving any vehicle... anywhere...especially during roadtrips, anything involving water... running in the rain, wandering aimlessly in a rain shower, chillin at the beach/ocean and pretending I can surf.
Enjoying all of the Creator's awesome creation.
Expertise: I can safely claim that I am not an expert at anything, except being a sinner saved by grace.
I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint,
The picture of my sin...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
MSN: Giavanni3@msn.com
Member Since:
8/16/2004
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Communication:
Without it we can communicate, yet it's possible to mis-use it and communicate little to nothing.
If we just would open the communication door, people would see clearly in our rooms. Open the door into a world where few have entered.
Show your messes, dirty laundry, and your unique sights and sounds.
Allow the posters on your walls to communicate your passions, goals. and heros.
Allow those who see to examine your bed and it's contents underneath; and let them wonder if it's condition parallels your hearts condition.
Slide your closet door open and let them examine the clothes that make up the person you think you should be.
Unlatch the book of memories in pictures that hold that special place within your soul.
You are scared.
You cower in shadow of truth. Truth...............................................................................................divides.
If someone knows exactly what you are like, perhaps they won't like you at all.
Telling the truth is always beneficial. Yet, our love for our feelings, appearance and reputation overpowers our desire for truth.
How can someone simply just know that you love them? How will they ever know you care for them if you never personally tell them? Sometimes we continue entire lives of existance without communicating clear from soul to soul. We do not open for we know that it is easy to have our hearts broken.
No one wants to be alone. But really, is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
The pain is extreme when your love was never met with equal love.
People continue their lives with no idea that you would do whatever was necessary to make them smile. You would take care of them when they were old and grey. You would open your ears to whatever conversation they might speak your way. You would kiss away tears that came from scars over the years. You would stand by their side when they are crippled and without a clear mind to recognize you for you who are. You could be the one to love them more than anyone ever could or would. You could be...
Sure people might not agree. Some people might not see the same or believe the same dream. But I do. I always will. I'm a fool like that. I believe in the impossible and strain for that which is seen as a road crashing into the ocean....
I will always believe. I chase that which is worthy to chase. Even if I am the only one who thinks this to be true.
I will always see a way. Somehow, someway.....someday....
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| MuteMath. Mmm. Indescribable.
The best band ever. Period. No doubt about it. Seriously. Not even kidding. Nope. Really.
God is good. All the time.
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| My Dearest Friends,
Last week my parents went down to San Antonio in order to do some more tests on my mom's shoulder. They were supposed to return Wednesday, but ended up staying till Thursday because the doctor told them they needed to do a Biopsy.
Thursday morning came and after the biopsy, the doctor informed my dad that it was just as he had feared. My mom had an agressive and untreatable cancer. Therefore we had two options:
#1 Let my mom wait it out and the cancer would slowly take over her lungs and in four months she would be gone. (Obviously, we weren't liking that option too much.)
Option #2: Remove her entire arm, shoulder and scapula. Extreme, but it would be the only way to save her life.
Thursday my mom has her left arm taken away for the rest of her life. She doesn't get it back. There isn't much chance for a prosthetic either. (ask me later if you want to know why)
Please pray for her. Without God's strength and incredible peace that passes all understanding, she could not walk this valley. Please pray for me and those surrounding her that we would be encouraging and strong for her. I travel down tomorrow with friends to spend time with her. Please pray for safe travel as well.
Pray that my mom can truly say with all her heart, "The Lord gives, and the Lord has taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord."
I was sure by now
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
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| Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those around me
Let me praise a little more
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little more cheery
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am striving for
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Let me think more of my neighbor
And a lot less of me
Let me be a little sweeter
Make my life a bit completer
Keep me faithful to my duty
Every minute of the day
Let me toil without complaining
Not a humble task disdaining
Let me face the summons calmly
When death beckons me away.
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| To do something well is so worthwhile that to die trying to do it
better cannot be foolhardy.
It would be a waste of life to do nothing
with one's ability, for I feel that life is measured in achievment, not
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