﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>ZoeSophia's Xanga</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from ZoeSophia</description><language>en</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Thursday, September 10, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/711660750/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/711660750/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 01:18:50 GMT</pubDate><description>I say it, because there are no options in sight.&lt;br&gt;
I say it, in order to keep my heart intact--to keep it from hoping, to
keep it from the risk of breaking when hope is inevitably
disappointed--as it always is (or, at least, as it always has been for
the last 27 years ive ever dared to hope)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
and to admit i want it is...well, selling out.&lt;br&gt;
cause everyone seems to want it.&lt;br&gt;
and i dont like to be like everyone else.&lt;br&gt;
and to admit it...is like admitting that im weak--that im not ok without it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
which isnt true.&lt;br&gt;
i AM ok.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i am very very ok.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i just hate admitting that..it would be nice.&lt;br&gt;
but the dream--the ideal--hardly ever compares to the reality.&lt;br&gt;
and i think i prefer the dream.&lt;br&gt;
if i cant have both--the dream coming true in reality--...then i dont want it at all.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
who wants to settle for...well, settling?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
~*~&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
more happy news: i can sing "the Story" by Brandi Carlile and hit every
note she hits--even that outrageous high note she belts.&amp;nbsp;
awesoooooooome.&amp;nbsp; such little things thrill me to my toes. </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/711660750/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, September 05, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/711299190/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/711299190/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:38:24 GMT</pubDate><description>i have the sudden urge to blog. &lt;br&gt;
but i dont really have anything to say.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
so.....uh, how's it goin?&lt;br&gt;
you doin good?&lt;br&gt;
im doin good.&amp;nbsp; pretty great actually.&lt;br&gt;
im about to be an aunt to ANOTHER neice or nephew.&lt;br&gt;
scoooore.&lt;br&gt;
my current nephew is growing like a weed and his smiles and kisses can brighten my mood for days on end.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
speaking of being happy, i found a tv channel that shows Happy Days 4 times a day.&lt;br&gt;
and not 2 days after discovering it did i get to see my all-time favorite episode (yes, thats right: THE BROWN SUIT!!)&lt;br&gt;
you cant beat that, not with a stick, bat, or cello bow.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other happy news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
*i didnt get furloughed from my airline.&lt;br&gt;
*i recently got one of the best paychecks ive gotten in 2 years.&lt;br&gt;
*i invited the sassy Whole Foods guy to church and he's actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coming&lt;/span&gt;.
(word to the wise: NEVER invite someone you're attracted to to church.&amp;nbsp;
ive been nothing but nerves all week and its only getting worse.&amp;nbsp; thank
GOD im not playing Beulah this sunday!!&amp;nbsp; but i AM singing...ohhhhh
sweet mercy.)&lt;br&gt;
*been taking lots of pretty pictures :)&lt;br&gt;
*i turned 27 (this isnt necessarily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, but it is news)&lt;br&gt;
*been playing lots of tennis with Melissa (and i use "playing"
loosely.&amp;nbsp; i definitely wont be facing off with Serena anytime soon...)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
oh yes, and Ally and i tried a Dragonfruit.&lt;br&gt;
have you ever seen a Dragonfruit?&lt;br&gt;
its got to be one of the prettiest fruits in the world--bright hot pink
on the outside and a practically neon purple/magenta color on the
inside.&amp;nbsp; INSANE!!!&lt;br&gt;
but it tastes nasty.&lt;br&gt;
total fail.&lt;br&gt;
ha! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
ive had a great urge lately to do some origami.&lt;br&gt;
all i can remember how to make though is a star.&lt;br&gt;
oh and that balloon thing...&lt;br&gt;
i think i need a book :-/&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
tomorrow i play tennis at 10:45 and then go to Zumba at 1:30.&lt;br&gt;
and after that, i die.&lt;br&gt;
yep. </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/711299190/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, June 23, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/705459647/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/705459647/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 18:35:03 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;why do we try so hard to make people love us? why do our spirits
compel us to gain everyone else's admiration in order to feel adequate
in and of ourselves?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;someone once said that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"only by comparison are we able to feel inferior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;i find this so true in my life.&lt;br&gt;every day i look in the mirror and think, "hey im not so bad"&lt;br&gt;but then i open the door and go to pieces in the face of the world.&lt;br&gt;i tear myself down, bit by bit, through everyone i see&lt;br&gt;thinking
"man if only i had eyes like that" or "a figure like that", or "if only
i was as good at that" or "more confident in that" or "more skilled in
that".&lt;br&gt;then the me i know gradually becomes the me i have no desire to be&lt;br&gt;and slowly, ever so subtly, i lose myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;why?  is it just destined to be that way?  am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just destined to always have this struggle?&lt;br&gt;is this the thorn in my side that i, like Paul, will always wrestle with?&lt;br&gt;perhaps it is my cross to bear in this life: my own inadequacy.&lt;br&gt;i think we're all programmed to struggle more with certain "sins" and trials,&lt;br&gt;whether it be alcoholism, gossip, self-destruction, homosexuality, selfishness, lust, body issues,&lt;br&gt;or any other various and assorted human tendencies.&lt;br&gt;the
real question, however, is whether we will allow Satan to use those
tendencies to control us and keep us down, or if we will accept God's
truth--that we ARE overcomers, through Him--and rise above our own
humanness?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt once said "friendship with
oneself is all-important, because without it one cannot be friends with
anyone else in the world."&lt;br&gt;perhaps thats why my friendships are
often very superficial. i am not a friend of myself, ergo true
friendship with others is next to impossible.&lt;br&gt;what a tragedy...
though i wish it disturbed me more. at the moment, superficial
friendships seem to be enough. i dont care enough to change. i dont
WANT to be a friend of myself cause that means i accept myself as i
am--flaws and all--and i dont.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what a shame, what a shame, what a shame...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accept God's truth.  it's the only thing that can save you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;::edit::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from a convo with my pal Jessie:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessie:&lt;/span&gt;
i was explaining the other day that people telling you you're
"beautiful" and stuff is really empty. cuz we were talking about
self-esteem and all this and its damaging when people don't tell you
that...but its damaging when they do, and then they don't value you.
it's equally damaging to hear things about your body or your appearance
but to not hear them about who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_27000696_2958321191" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah:&lt;/span&gt;
so true. so much so that when you DO hear that stuff, it almost makes
you uncomfortable to hear it cause we so often DONT hear it, ergo we
dont believe it because it's ingrained in us to believe the worst.
those are the easier things to believe--the bad things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessie:&lt;/span&gt;
yeah i often do not believe it. what was hard for me is that it kept
getting reinforced by empty things. i had an enormous struggle with
self worth in the last 10 months, and that is the problem with allowing
anyone to validate your beauty besides God. &lt;/p&gt; </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/705459647/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, June 08, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/704127362/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/704127362/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:16:16 GMT</pubDate><description>i can still fit into one of my favorite t-shirts!! YAY!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my heart got stirred again yesterday for full time missions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;good.&amp;nbsp; ive been in desperate need of a good stirring lately....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still trying to figure out what im doing with this life, at least for now.&lt;br&gt;rent's goin up so ive gotta find a new place to live, whether it be here in VA/DC or in someplace completely different--like Chicago, Denver, Seattle.... &lt;br&gt;is it time for a new adventure?&lt;br&gt;how much change are we talkin about here, God?&amp;nbsp; i feel like ive been playing it safe for so long....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is surrender
&lt;br&gt;To a war-torn life I've lived.
&lt;br&gt;Scars and stripes forever
&lt;br&gt;In need of change I can't resist.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;No need to hide anything anymore.
&lt;br&gt;Can't return to who I was before.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I can finally breathe.
&lt;br&gt;Suddenly alive.
&lt;br&gt;I can finally move.
&lt;br&gt;The world feels revived.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;This long of a struggle
&lt;br&gt;Finally opened up my eyes.
&lt;br&gt;Revolution's not easy
&lt;br&gt;With a Civil War on the inside.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;No need to hide anything anymore.
&lt;br&gt;Can't return to who I was before.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I can finally breathe.
&lt;br&gt;Suddenly alive.
&lt;br&gt;I can finally move.
&lt;br&gt;'Cause I realize.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can finally breathe.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly alive.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can finally move.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world feels revived.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/704127362/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, June 06, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/703958611/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/703958611/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 18:07:28 GMT</pubDate><description>After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet,"
which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics
correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then
pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be
said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual
maintenance complaints submitted by UPS pilots (marked with a P) and
the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.&lt;br&gt;
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br&gt;
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Something loose in cockpit&lt;br&gt;
S: Something tightened in cockpit&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br&gt;
S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent&lt;br&gt;
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br&gt;
S: Evidence removed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br&gt;
S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br&gt;
S: That's what friction locks are for.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br&gt;
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br&gt;
S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br&gt;
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br&gt;
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Target radar hums.&lt;br&gt;
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br&gt;
S: Cat installed.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br&gt;
S: Took hammer away from midget </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/703958611/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, May 28, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/703074066/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/703074066/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 03:51:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font&gt;i want to move to Seattle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;or Portland.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;whichever one would take me, really....and allow me to keep my job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;tis all.&lt;/font&gt; </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/703074066/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 18, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/702219109/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/702219109/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 15:40:44 GMT</pubDate><description>1.&amp;nbsp; for additional income.&lt;br&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; to mow the lawn/rake leaves/shovel snow.&lt;br&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; to help me make sense of my finances (and understand what the heck APR is)&lt;br&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; to carry heavy furniture.&lt;br&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; to help with general house/car repairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and because i suppose i should have some sentimental reasons too:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; for kissin' and cuddlin'.&lt;br&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; to have someone to travel with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tis all. </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/702219109/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 11, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/701542156/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/701542156/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 13:47:09 GMT</pubDate><description>im really sick of these dreams ive been having. &lt;br&gt;theyre all of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; nature.&lt;br&gt;first it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;herd of tornados&lt;/span&gt; ripping through my hometown and trying to kill off my entire family.&lt;br&gt;then it was...something else i cant quite remember (stupid dreams, so elusive), but again, trying to kill off my entire family,&lt;br&gt;and then last night i, in my selfishness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; my best friend (long story as to how, but thats the gist).&lt;br&gt;good gracious, will the destruction ever end???&lt;br&gt;what is going ON???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;on a happier note, i was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target &lt;/span&gt;the other day.&lt;br&gt;thats it. yaaaaaaaaaaaaay Target!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no
really, i was at Target and i picked up a few things...got to the cash
register, set my items on the belt and noticed: everything i was
getting was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;green t shirt, green umbrella, and two packs of Stride wintergreen gum (YUM!)&lt;br&gt;kinda funny.  the cashier even pointed it out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how delightful, the little "funnies" of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bombed&lt;/span&gt; in our worship set yesterday at church. &lt;br&gt;i had to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lead&lt;/span&gt; two songs (half the freaking set!  geesh) and i was horribly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out of practice &lt;/span&gt;(my fault). &lt;br&gt;so every string i hit sounded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twangy&lt;/span&gt; and my fingers hurt so badly by the end of it...  but you know what, so long as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus loved it&lt;/span&gt;, thats all that matters, right? &lt;br&gt;still...i hate not stewarding my gifts well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone have a travel guitar they want to give me???&lt;/span&gt;
so i can take it on trips? i used to carry Beulah everywhere i went but
shes just so flippin' ostentatious... i hated the attention. but i also
hate being out of practice.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;please?  maybe we can take up a fund..? </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/701542156/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, May 05, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/700925242/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/700925242/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 04:32:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;God Makes Surprise Visit To Local Church&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Thanks be to theOnion.com (and Hilary) for &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/god_makes_surprise_visit_to_local?utm_source=a-section"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAYETTEVILLE, NC&amp;#8212;Parishioners at the First Presbyterian Church
were left stunned and in awe of His glory Sunday, when the Lord God
Almighty dropped by their 11 a.m. service unannounced.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Our Father, the Almighty God, popped His all-powerful head into First Presbyterian Church Sunday.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interrupting Pastor Terry Pridgen's sermon on His unending
mercy, God appeared suddenly before His flock as an intense beam of
white light, instantly dispersing the earthly forms of those seated in
the first two pews. Sources said the remaining congregants had to avert
their eyes from their Creator, whose booming celestial voice
overwhelmed their worldly senses and humbled their hearts as He
politely apologized for not calling first.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I AM the God of Abraham, the LORD MOST HIGH, who brought you
forth from the bondage of Egypt," God said unto church members, many of
whom cowered in reverent fear of Him. "Thought I'd just pop in and see
how things were going. Please, pretend like I'm not even here."
&lt;br&gt;The Supreme Being then thanked the choir for its "lovely introduction" and took a seat to the right of the altar.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;According to wholly repentant witnesses, who were scarcely able
to look upon the Alpha and Omega, much less conceive of the enormity of
His Might, God did not speak again for the entirety of the service, but
was seen nodding approvingly during the Nicene Creed.
&lt;br&gt;Attendees reportedly did not ask the One Who Made Them Flesh why
He had chosen to visit their small parish, though some suspected the
church's new electric organ might have had something to do with it.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't think anyone knew He was coming," said churchgoer Ron
Stiehl, adding that, for once, he was happy his wife dragged him to
church. "At least it seemed that way when He started walking toward us
and everyone was yelling their heads off like it was Judgment Day."
&lt;br&gt;"Turns out the King of Kings was just making the rounds," Stiehl continued. "I thought He'd be taller."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;While God did not reveal unto man a reason for His visit&amp;#8212;nor
did He, in His great wisdom, offer to pay for the six stained-glass
windows that shattered from the awesome power of His presence&amp;#8212;the
Almighty sat among His followers for the last 35 minutes of the Sunday
service, as well as the free coffee and pastries that followed.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sources said that Our Father sat alone eating two
cinnamon-sugar doughnuts, and was approached only once, when 5-year-old
Jeremy Pacheco tried to hug the omnipotent deity. The boy's parents
immediately yanked him away.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other 112 church members avoided God entirely, and reacted
to His continued stay with a mix of astonishment, confusion, fearful
reverence, and the sublime inner peace that comes with the knowledge of
a power greater than oneself.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wanted to ask the Lord what heaven is like, and if my mother
is there, but I wasn't sure if it's still considered taking His name in
vain when you address Him directly," Wendy Alston said. "And I didn't
dare draw attention to myself with two teenagers wearing blue jeans to
church. I could barely look at Him, I was so ashamed."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh dear God," said 72-year-old church volunteer Michael
Sharpe, completely enraptured by the materialization of the One True
Creator before his very eyes. "Oh, dear God in heaven."
&lt;br&gt;Since the Almighty's decision to stop by the First Presbyterian
Church, the theological world has been thrown into chaos. Presbyterian
leaders said God's appearance was indisputable proof that their
denomination is the one true faith, but afternoon sightings of the Lord
at two other Fayetteville churches, as well as one synagogue, have cast
doubt on that theory.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God said He just wanted to see what we were up to," Pastor
Pridgen said. "This is His house, after all. He can drop in whenever He
wants."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Although, you'd think an all-knowing deity unbound by time and
space would be able to give us some warning so we could at least put a
bulletin in the church newsletter," the pastor added. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not that I'm complaining or anything. All praise be to God. Is He still hanging around the parking lot?"
&lt;br&gt;
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 </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/700925242/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 23, 2009</title><link>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/699768256/item/</link><guid>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/699768256/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 04:20:27 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were coming in the fall, &lt;br&gt;
I'd brush the summer by &lt;br&gt;
With half a smile and half a spurn, &lt;br&gt;
As housewives do a fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;

If I could see you in a year, &lt;br&gt;
I'd wind the months in balls, &lt;br&gt;
And put them each in separate drawers, &lt;br&gt;
Until their time befalls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;

If only centuries delayed, &lt;br&gt;
I'd count them on my hand, &lt;br&gt;
Subtracting till my fingers dropped &lt;br&gt;
Into Van Diemen's land. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;

If certain, when this life was out, &lt;br&gt;
That yours and mine should be, &lt;br&gt;
I'd toss it yonder like a rind, &lt;br&gt;
And taste eternity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;

But now, all ignorant of the length &lt;br&gt;
Of time's uncertain wing, &lt;br&gt;
It goads me, like the goblin bee, &lt;br&gt;
That will not state its sting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Emily Dickinson -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've always loved this poem...&lt;br&gt;i think in the past every time ive come across it ive had someone in my life i could kind of/sort of apply it to, whether it be a boyfriend (rare) or the latest crush-o-the-month (much more common).&lt;br&gt;its really very odd to now have absolutely, 100%, not-even-a-glimmer of an applicable someone.....and to be so strangely ok with that.i've always loved this poem...&lt;br&gt;
i think in the past every time ive come across it ive had someone in my life i could kind of/sort of apply it to.&lt;br&gt;
its really very odd to have absolutely, 100%, not-even-a-glimmer of it.....and to be so strangely ok with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;here's another good one:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Heart, we will forget him! &lt;br&gt; You an I, tonight! &lt;br&gt; You may forget the warmth he gave, &lt;br&gt; I will forget the light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you have done, pray tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I my thoughts may dim; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Haste! lest while you're lagging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I may remember him!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Emily Dickinson -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;again, absolutely no one to apply it to, but it's a beautiful piece of poetry, is it not?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; </description><comments>http://zoesophia.xanga.com/699768256/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>