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Name: Susannah
Interests: Learning to glorify and enjoy the awesome God of the universe, who is both my judge, and my merciful father and savior. By His grace, I want this to be not just an interest, but a passion! My single passion and my greatest delight.
I also love reading, cooking, sewing doll clothes, spending time with friends and my wonderful family, having good times with my second family (the Sherers), art, piano, singing, and a good, long, meaningful discussion.
Expertise: Marveling at amazing or beautiful things, giving hugs to people I love, writing really long letters, procrastination, eating grapefruit.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/31/2006
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| Dear brother,
You have asked, and I have posted.
To the general world at large, who thankfully never reads this blog, I'm probably going either to move to blogspot, or just dispose of this poor xanga. I never post, because I'm too shy and too busy, and besides, xanga is just ugly and cluttered. So...here's a (probably) Last Post. :)
Not a lot to say... I'm sick and I feel kind of gross right now. I've got loads of school to do.
God is very good to me. He is so faithful even when I am not. I'm so glad that He is my Father. These last three are all gross understatements.
Read John 19 in my quiet time today...it's the story of Jesus' crucifixion. It's so strange how the Jews, who hated their Roman overlords, and looked for a conquering Messiah, convinced Pilate to crucify the Lord. They said if he let Jesus go, then he was no true Roman, because Jesus claimed to be king, and there was no king but Caesar. Furthermore, when Pilate pressed them to let "your king" go free, they declared that they would have no king but Caesar. So...where does this sudden loyalty come from? And I think that Pilate really believed that Jesus was God. So why did he play the coward and order his death?
It's scary how our hearts deceive us.
What else? ...I'm really enjoying history and literature. History this past week was Thomas Jefferson...Literature was Romantic poets. It's not the Somerville co-op, but we still get some interesting discussions and excellent teachers.
Still getting a steady stream of college mail...eek...I've got no idea what to do. Please pray for me.
Love you!
-little sis
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| This entry is for the express benefit of my wonderfully dear friend Evangeline.
Because even though she doesn't have a xanga, and can't post comments, she still reads mine, quite faithfully I believe.
The only problem is that I never post anything. Whether because of timidity or lack of time, it's still true.
So here are some general things I can say...
Well. Hm. Okay. I'm really busy, as you know, Eva m'dear. I'm backed up with Chemistry, and trying to catch up and get to a routine. Algebra's easy so far, Bible Doctrine, History, Literature, and WRITING are all taking up great gobs of time.
But last night, for the first time in my entire life, I wrote an actual ROUGH DRAFT!!!!! This is big news for me, because I always try to merge the steps of the writing process together. So now I have an actual clean copy, of a paper that I really dislike. I'm going to mark it up and revise it today, and hand in the finished copy tomorrow.
So this is exciting, and rather scary.
In a less grueling aspect of life, I'm doing I Voci, and it's so much fun! We're learning an incredibly difficult jazz version of "It was a Lover and his Lass", arranged by John Rutter, of all people! We are also singing a very fun, very fast Italian fugue thing. (I forget whether it's actually a fugue or not.) Miss Aniko actually bought music for "White Christmas", which is absolutely gorgeous.
Another subject, likely near and dear to your heart, is I Cantori. We're doing some easy, some hard, and some very pretty music. A couple of spirituals, a Bach fugue, a little French piece, and a little Spanish one too, and another excerpt from the Hallelujah Chorus. The Soprano section is simply enormous, but they do fairly well. John does splendidly as the sole bass for the choir: he has such a strong voice!
I've got to go now. Chemistry, writing, and questions on Beowulf.
I'll probably post again in January, or something.
Of course, now that I said that, it will likely be next week.
Ho hum.:)
Much love to you.
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| I love Abbi!
She is my best big sister in the whole entire world!
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| David is singing along lustily with "If I were a rich man" and "Tradition" from Fiddler on the roof.
He's so much fun! I love him. He's so cheerful and excited
about the smallest detail of life. He may be melancholy for a
brief period, but never lets it spoil the fun--soon he's back as bouncy
as ever. I don't know what we'd do without him.
There's so much I could say about the sweetest 12 year old boy in the
entire world, but he's basically awesome and one of my favorite people
ever.
You have to know him to comprehend how amazing and cool he is. But you can't have him. Oh no.
"You know Susannah, it is Time to sieze the day!!!!!"
::plays newsies music::
"But now, Susannah, it is time for 'If I were a Rich Man' again"
"And I want to prepare ye the way of the Lord"
::plays godspell music and begins dancing and clapping through the
house, singing shrilly all the while, interspersed with whoops and
"yeah"s and comments of his own::
"I'm doing it Susannah!!"
Yes, that's my little brother. He's the best.
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| One thing I have asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may
dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon
the beauty of the Lord and to enquire in his temple. For he will
hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under
the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock...
You have said, "Seek my face". My heart says to you, "Your face, Lord, do I seek." Hide not your face from me...
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!
Blessed be the Lord, for he has woundrously shown his steadfast love to
me when I was in a besieged city. I had said in my alarm, "I am
cut off from your sight." But you heard the voice of my pleas for
mercy when I cried to you for help. Love the Lord, all you his
saints! The Lord preserves the faithful but abundantly repays the
one who acts in pride. Be strong and let your heart take courage,
all you who wait for the Lord!
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