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Name: Kelly
Gender: Female
Interests: To start it off, most importantly, my Father God, who loves me unconditionaly and saves me from myself. Then my beautiful family who keeps me smiling, and my amazing boyfriend Evan, my Army boy, who loves me more than I could ever deserve and treats me like a princess.
And then there's - music, playing piano and guitar, writing music/poetry, singing in front of the mirror, Kenny Chesny, eating chocolate ice cream, basketball, flag football, Dashboard Confessional, ultimate frisbee, swimming, sand volleyball, deep conversations with good friends,Relient K, laughing until my sides hurt, taking crazy pictures, FM Static, looking at the stars, walking on the beach, sleeping in the sun, jumping in mud puddles, building snowmen, snowball fights, hot chocolate,David Crowder, rainy days, dancing, fireplaces, e-mails, Evanescence, playdough, board games, pink lemonade, playing hide-and-seek in the dark, meeting new people, talking on IM,, getting all dressed up, Switchfoot, running track,
Expertise: saying awkward things, laughing too much, blurting out random answers in class, procrastinating...pretty much anything that takes no talent :)
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
MSN: ChildofGrace54@hotmail.com
Member Since:
3/25/2004
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| It's been over two months since I wrote on here... time flies when you're having fun, huh? God is good. School is school. Tests are hard. Food is mediocre. Friendships are growing. God is here. God is good. Evan is fantastic. Distance is hard. Cell phones are my everyday miracle. God is faithful. God is good. Family is more than I could ask for. Homeward bound weekends are the best. God is lavishing. Live. Love. Loud. Deuteronomy 4:6 | | |
| We got in the truck and went - driving in blackness, not just because of the night but because of the blindfold that trapped my eyelids. He drove - around, and back and to the left and then back to the right. Darkness. Him driving. Holding my hand, telling me not to worry, that he was sorry I couldn't see, but it would spoil the surprise if I could. Still driving.
Where are we going?
So obvious and yet so elusive
Where are we going?
No reply could really answer the question I was asking, am still asking
Where are we going?
It was the same question when I sat at home on the couch surrounded by mismatching plaids of pajama pants that cloaked my family. It was the same question I asked when I sat in the leather seat with my small hand swallowed in his larger one. It was the same when colorful chuckles and muted giggles swallowed up my laughter into a chorus of ecstasy. It was the same when the guitar met the base, a sequence of notes that collided into one, resonating their dual similarity and difference. It was the same when the cold air stole the water from our cheeks, leaving only telltale stains of salt for tears spilled.
Where are we going?
Our final destination was anything but that - final. It was just one more step in the elaborate roadtrip that my life is slowly embarking on.
Pfc. Andrew H. Nelson died December 25th, 2006 serving his country, doing what he loved. He will be remember, honored, loved for many many years to come. He knows the answer to my question - He 's there - he knows where we're going.
We aren't there yet - we aren't at the end. We aren't where we're really going
We're still here
I love life - I love living...I want to do so much with it...with this one chance I have to do everything God intended for me to do.
We are still here
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| I just got back from seeing Evan in Texas last weekend...those 3 days were the most incredible days of my life...
As luck would have it, Evan's platoon failed an inspection the day before I went to see him and he didn't know if he would even get the weekend off. I stepped off the plane in San Antonio not knowing if he was going to be able to pick me up or not. My phone rang and his voice was on the other end -
"Kelly, baby, you okay? I'm coming - I'm in the taxi. I'll be there!"
Sitting in the baggage claim, waiting for him to walk in...and then he did. It was like a movie - seeing him look around the room for me, then realizing I was there and he started walking faster, almost running before he got to me. Hugging him...I can't describe it
Friday night was fast - 2 hours with the most amazing guy I've ever know, and then saying goodnight, praying that I would get to see him the next day. Saturday came and went, 10 am, 2 pm, 5 pm - no Evan.He had made reservations to take me out to dinner - I had a dress and everything. I sat on my hotel bed praying that the drill sergeant wouldn't ruin my night - our night. Evan called at 6:00 and said, "Be ready to go at 6:30 - I'll be there." 6:30 came and went, 7, 7:30 - no Evan. I was just starting to take off my shoes when my phone rang - "I'm coming Kel. I'm coming - don't worry - I love you." Half an hour later and a knock on my door. Evan - in a sky blue shirt that made his eyes sparkle - took my hand and off we went. Dinner was incredible - he took me to a restaurant called The Tower of the Americas" which is pretty much the same thing as the Needle in Seattle. 770 feet above San Antonio, the entire city lit up with Christmas lights...shining, or so it seemed, just for me. Just for us.
Sunday came and the order of the day was - nothing. We sat around at the hotel and made mac & cheese, watched football, went to the mall. Nothing spectacular or amazing, and yet, it was because it was with him. An entire day to spend with the guy I love - that hasn't happened for 6 months...I cherished those moments - every single one.
As much as I hate being so far away from him, and not being able to hold his hand as I walk to class, or put my head on his shoulder while we're watching a movie, or kiss him goodnight at the door of my dormroom, I love him. I love that moment when he walks through the doors, just before I'm in his arms, and his eyes light up brighter than the most brilliant star. I love the moment after we hug when he pushes me back and looks into my eyes and says, "Wow - you look amazing." I love the moment right before he has to leave again, because even through all the pain, we know that this is not goodbye, but simply "see you later."
I wish that I had the words to convey the emotions held captive in my heart. I wish that I could speak with enough eloquence to describe how thankful I am for this Godly man. I wish that I knew words other than "thank you" to tell God for putting him in my life. I want so much more than this broken language that I am trapped in - but I have nothing else. I have nothing but my words across a telephone line to tell him that I love him.
I love him. I admire him. He pushes me to be a Godly woman, to chase after my dreams, to love without limits, to stop at nothing to pursue God. He is the ambition and the passion and the desire and the dedication that I long to have. He is the strongest person I have ever met - 6 months away from home, away from his house, his living room, his family, his dog, everything he has ever known. 6 months of 4 am mornings and exhausting physical training. 6 months of intense mental and emotional stamina. 6 months of total dependance on God - he amazes me.
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| that line plays over and over in my head when I think about him and how much he loves me. I can't understand it - I don't think I'll ever be able to understand this crazy thing called love that God created for us to better know one another. But I am experiencing it like never before - his love astounds me and amazes me and surprises me... I have the best boyfriend in the world. Two more weeks and then I have two whole weeks to spend with him. Incredible. | | |
| was the disappointed response of my roommate on the cold dreary morning that greeted us as we rolled out from under the blankets, dragging ourselves in an effort to get ready for our 7:50 am classes. Stumbling around in the dark, trying to avoid blinding myself by turning on the lights, I was all set for another mediocre day full of tests, papers, and studying, not to mention the fall blues that seem to have set in quite decidedly to my mannerisms the past couple of days. "Here we go again..." I muttered to myself as I shuffled to the bathroom Half an hour later and I was running out the door, late (as usual) for my early bird class, and not at all happy about the prospect of the day. Setting foot outside the lobby doors was a crude awakening to the fact that not only did the outdoors appear cold and wet, it actually was. Picking us speed as I crossed campus, the bottom of my jeans dragging through puddles, I began to think through all the reasons that I hate college... and then....it hit me... I have a choice. I have a choice as to how I look at my days - and I decided - today was going to be a good day no matter what - it's going to be a fabulous day... I have a mind with which I can learn and study and glorify God, and I have feet with which I can jump in mud puddles, and I have eyes to see the rain falling from the sky, and I have ears to hear the raindrops hitting my window as I study. It's going to be a good day...I have friends who eat lunch with me, and I have a family who takes time to call me and see how I'm doing, and I have an AMAZING boyfriend a thousand miles away who loves me more than I can know...it's going to be a good day...I have a God who controls the weather, and makes the seasons change, and WOW it's going to be a GREAT day | | |
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