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This Is Interesting Movie

                                

I like this movie, but I didn't finish it yet. I have to back to my homework.

P.S. I hope to put some good recipes on here soon, but I haven't had the time yet. :)

Merry Late Christmas/ Happy New Year

!! 2016 !!

Update on Life! :)

Good Morning All! J Wake up and smell the fresh popping cranberries!

 Today, after being many inspired of great cranberry facts and stories, I decided to make some delicious cranberry sauce! I didn't realize how exciting, fun and easy making cranberry sauce could be!

1 Cup Water
1 Cup Sugar ---- Put in a pot and boil-
Then pour in the cranberries..wait until they all pop!
And then... stir stir - and let sit until cool and refrigerate!

Here's the cranberries when they were first poured into the sugar water boil. :) So beautiful and cherry popping red color! This is what it looks like when they start to POP! :)

 

And last.... Tadah! The beautiful cranberry sauce!!!

 

 

On a funnier and also sad note.... our basement freezer got unplugged and a ton of our meat/bread was ruined! My parents thought they might be able to save some and cook it, but being leery of food poisoning- they decided to just give it the dogs as snacks- here's what our house was like for a while though:

 

And this was the meat we just thought we might be able to save, we had to throw away a lot of other meat.. turkey... pork.. a huge ham. It was quite the riot!!!

 

Here's my cute mama and me! And tomorrow my brother is coming home from Uganda! Woo-hoo! :)

 

School is officially over; 9 classes..24 credits down the drain!!! This picture is of roses- I sent it to my grandpa for his baptism. I was inspired to draw it because I had this beautiful dream one night and I was driving through a beautiful area and every tree had pink roses and they were all falling to the ground and they were everywhere... I found out my grandpa loves roses so I sent him this picture.

 

 

Here's a picture of me at the mall- my mom and I did a bit of Black Friday shopping, but we didn't go out until later on. :)

 

 

And here's my dog to say goodnight to you all.

 



Sparkly text YAY

Today I learned how to run/record a macro all by myself (and via help of the internet); and I was able to find this AWESOME text I used to write with all the time… IT HAS SPARKLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! J It was an exciting adventure…. Guess I know a little more about computer science than I thought. ;D !!!!! However; the only downside is.. that I don't know how to carry it over to other documents like this blogpost for example.

Here's the macro: :)

Sub AnimateFont()
 Dim sAnimation As String
     If Len(Selection.Range) = 0 Then
         MsgBox "Select text first!", vbCritical, "No Text Selected"
         Exit Sub
     End If
     sAnimation = InputBox("Which animation? Enter the number: " & vbCr & _
                           " 1. Blinking Background" & vbCr & _
                           " 2. Las Vegas Lights" & vbCr & _
                           " 3. Marching Black Ants" & vbCr & _
                           " 4. Marching Red Ants" & vbCr & _
                           " 5. Shimmer" & vbCr & _
                           " 6. Sparkle Text" & vbCr & _
                           " 0. None", "Font animation")
     Select Case sAnimation
         Case 1: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationBlinkingBackground
         Case 2: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationLasVegasLights
         Case 3: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationMarchingBlackAnts
         Case 4: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationMarchingRedAnts
         Case 5: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationShimmer
         Case 6: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationSparkleText
         Case 0: Selection.Font.Animation = wdAnimationNone
         Case Else:
     End Select
 End Sub

 

These are my favorite words to a particular song called "Your Words". :)

Your words bring us

love that never fails

Everything else will fade away

But your words

Here's the video in case you want to hear the whole song:)

Have a great Sunday :) From my cutie dogs.

InterVarsity :)

Fall Conference :)

 

Intervarsity Fall Conference was absolutely ... amazing... crazy... tiring. Mostly exhausting and full of new friendships. :) One of the best things about InterVarsity Christian Fellowship is how they love and connect with Christians from all over the world. :) <3 :) So, I've met with some amazing people here.  

 

 

Here are my friends, we are friends from Pakistan, Brazil, Indonesia and America. :)

 

In far left is Emily- and then my other friends too. Emily and Estu both were in my senior group about calling. They were great partners to talk with about life and calling. :)

& my other girl friends here I met because Estu told me they couldn't go swimming and I just happened to have an extra swimsuit for both of them :) So, they are wonderful, so kind.

The best thing I remember when Emily (because there are two Emily's) was on the elevator with me and our other friend and the baby was hiding her face because she was scared of us. and she touched her arm- and said, "We are same". She said she wanted her to know that we are the same, so it's not to be scared. I think this is so beautiful. She's right too. We are same. :)

 

Woodie on the far right is Haitian :) He's an awesome guy; and he really loves the Lord- I'm glad I got to meet with him. He really has a passion for serving God and studying His word.

This is Estu- he's so much fun :)! He has a very kind spirit- and he offered to hold things for me a lot of times, which I thought was very kind. :) I think he is very strong and brave person. I look forward to hopefully meeting with him again, and I want to go visit in Indonesia; it looks like such a beautiful country. :)

This is Robbie and Shina- we are at the photo booth :) Here obviously. You know Robbie of course, and Shina is a girl from my chapter. She's really awesome :) We had a lot of fun getting to know one another more. :)

Remains of a Lifelong Friend

Strange to think that’s all that could be left of a person,

A gold and silver banded watch,

A pair of circular specs, scratched on the left eye,

That’s all.

The watch was stopped in place.

Hour, minute, second hand-

Frozen,

Just frozen,

In a state where time stops.

Similar to the situation she was in prior to death,

Alzheimer’s; memory loss.

Time frozen,

Stuck in time,

Stuck in moments.

Stuck living in death;

Yet raised now to life.

Swept Under the Rug

Living life as normal
yet mind spinning off
trying to follow the Lord's will
but my heart is wanderin' off.

I try to reign it back in
but I can't do it by myself
I need to be cleansed within
My heart is peeling thin

Like a jab in the side
Bleeding memories flowing out
Taunting memories screaming out
Stop, stop, stop

Jesus I need that blood
That flowing fresh, cleansing blood
Pour over my life
Wash me clean, accepting a new script

Not jus going to be saying lines on my own anymore
Play director changed my part
I ain't who I used to play
I got a redeemer who has changed my heart

Thanks God for your love oh Lord
No where to go without you Oh Lord
Calling upon your name Oh Lord
Refresh these broken bones O Lord.

Life is Like a Corn Maze Courtney Dunn

Life is Like a Corn Maze

You start at the beginning

Free and fresh

Confident and whole

You have people surrounding you

You think you are all on the same path, the same journey, to escape the maze, or achieve the prize at the end.

But as you go inside the maze, someone takes a turn.

You have a choice to make. Do I follow them, or do I stay with the majority of the group?

Uncertain, you pick one or the other; you are thinking it probably doesn’t matter.

Then as you wander along, like the blind leading the blind, another turns another way. Again, the choice is presented; you think “What should I do?” Things aren’t that serious, so you

stay with the group, you wander alone together, you are safe, you think, and we are together. Yet, slowly one by one the group depreciates. Will you ever make it to the end you wonder?

The maze starts to get tiring.

You wander off by yourself.

You look back but there’s no one around you. No one followed you. You panic, you run around trying to find someone, somewhere.

 There’s no one. You sit down in the corn and you think to yourself… “How did I get to a place where I didn’t want to be?” You think harder, you just followed them all. You never stood up and made a choice. So you were left to wander, wander around, following until you were so weary you became a wanderer. There’s hope for you yet. Maybe you can find someone that can help guide you through. Yet, there’s no one in sight.

This is what life is like. A lot of people here, stuff in the middle of a corn maze, no one left beside them, except people who will come and go. I heard an expression today, “Since I didn’t feel like shooting bull, I decided to stay home”. This is what life is like to a lot of people. A bunch of bull, people saying things they don’t really understand or mean or care about- and then other people following those lies until they are all lost in a pile of bull in the middle of a corn field, separated alone. Who’s the man now, when you are lost in a maze? The fact is, you are lost, it doesn’t matter how man you are in the middle of a maze. You are lost, like a pilgrim on the middle of an ocean hoping for someone to spot land in a crowded ship. No one knows the way to go.

In life though, there’s something that can change all that. Like Jesus coming down. I’m serious; he’ll shine right down within your heart.

 He’ll light your way- purpose for every step in the maze. All of a sudden, life ain’t such a maze anymore. You are running into people again, but this time you aren’t thinking about yourself. You aren’t thinking about how you are going to get out. Your eyes are on the light of Christ; all of a sudden you look around, lost in the moment, people are following you. It’s not the same feeling you had at the beginning, when you felt so lost, now you and the people have a purpose. They can feel within their bones. They feel it within themselves because the purpose isn’t about getting out of the maze like you thought it was. The purpose is in Christ, who has set his hand in all things over all creation.

Finally, you exit the maze. You shout for joy, but you realized that the joy is just getting started because the moment you thought you figured something out, everything changes.

 

Thus says the Lord:

“Cursed is the man who trusts in man
and makes flesh his strength,
whose heart turns away from the Lord.
He is like a shrub in the desert,
and shall not see any good come.
He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness,
in an uninhabited salt land.

Blessed is the man, who trusts in the Lord,

Whose trust is the Lord.
He is like a tree planted by water,
that sends out its roots by the stream,
and does not fear when heat comes,
for its leaves remain green,
and is not anxious in the year of drought,
for it does not cease to bear fruit.”

The heart is deceitful above all things,
and desperately sick;
who can understand it?
“I the Lord search the heart
and test the mind,^b
to give every man according to his ways,
according to the fruit of his deeds.”

Jeremiah 17:5-10

Hungry Roads of Haiti Courtney Dunn

Hungry Roads of Haiti

In a small village,

Located on the Western part of Hispaniola;

 There’s an island;

Just off the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea.

 

80% of people here

Rural and poor

Landless fishermen and landless farmers

Sink deeper into death each day

 

Zooming in from afar,

A plane snaps a video of a lady.

She is bent over scooping together

Clods of wet mud.

 

Curious.

The pilot flies in;

Lands his plane,

Approaches the woman.

 

What are you making he asks?

As he thinks inside his head

Of pottery or bricks

Or beautiful sculptures that can be dried in the sun.

 

Food she says.

Surprised, he inquires where she will get it.

She looks down motioning to her formations she has made out of dirt.

Pilot, still confused, asks again.

 

Disheartened, she stoops low,

Until her hands meet the red dirt,

As she continues to form a circular glob of wet dust

As she gains the strength to say:

 

“Labou Sa a se manje m 'yo.”

This mud is my food.

Startled, the pilot looks down again,

As her food dries in the Haitian sun.

 

Not knowing what to say,

The Pilot walks away,

As her dinner bell rings:

 Dirt split in halves down the center.

 

Never Saw it Coming

I never would have saw myself
Sitting here in an office
writing papers..
getting a degree in education.

I never would have saw it
because it wasn't in my plans.
or my dreams.
or my hopes.

Yet, I never would have saw this.
I'm sitting in an office.
An office that has signs labled
"God, Pray, Tell, Give, Peace"
filled with information about God.

I guess I never would have saw myself
Sitting and ministering to a college campus
And as I sit and think about it all
I'm pretty amazed.

I guess I'm not so alone after all.
Even in a building that can feel so empty,
God will send people in at the randomest times.
Like right now, a friend stopped in.
Having people in life makes everything so much more enjoyable.
I don't think I could do all that I do today without God and his wonderful people.

:)

Through you!!!! God :):):)!!!!!

What Happened When I Left a Poem On a Bench

Such an interesting situation

I left a poem on the bench

For someone to read, a particular someone

I wrote about them in my poem

Now I see him, the one I wrote about

Coming close to the bench where I left my poem

My goodness 

I can't believe it

The one I wrote the poem for 

is sitting

right there.

Next to my poem. 

All of a sudden I cant take it any longer

The suspense of wondering

Did He read it?

He's not even looking at it.

He put it beside him.

Now a familiar face wanders near the bench

One I've met before

She has a child

Her child enjoys my dogs 

They visit often

So I think about this all quickly in my head

I want the young man to read my poem

I ponder

.

..

...

Of course

I'll talk to the one I know

the one with the child

in her hands

I walk over awkwardly say hello

and tell her how I wrote a poem

About the young man sitting behind her

Playing Guitar

She says what.?

She clearly doesn't understand

I stumble through my words

But I sound worse and worse

So I decide to excuse myself from the situation

I walk to the young man playing guitar

I look him in the eye

and ask did you read that

He says no, I just set it over here

I say oh okay

Then I stumble on my words and say

Well you are in it

He looks at me confused 

What he asks

I wrote about you in my poem

So you should read it I say

Okay he says

I ask him who he lives with

his family, his host family

He's from Michigan he lives with a host mom and dad

He is here to play for the school of worship

Living Light.

I stand amazed.

My hands violently swing back and my mouth widens in surprise

I'm going there tomorrow!

For the very first time.

I stand in utter .. shock.

Shock.

Good shock.

But shock.

Was this meant to be? 

Apparently because it happened.

Happened all too strangely.

All too wonderfully.

12 years here and I've never met a stranger

Whom I've had the audacity to approach 

And now this stranger that I approach

Is really not a stranger after all. 

Shock. Utter Shock. Reality.

The Place Where I Live 

Glancing around me

I notice the sway of grass

Blowing slightly in the wind

Seven sparrows sitting in a tree

Chirping the evening melodies 

The sturdy maple standing upright

Dark green streaks lining the center of each green leaf

Another maple stands firm in the distance

Topped with cherry red leaves

Beautiful splendor of color

My eyes can scarce take in

I look up again and see the birds

Fluttering around in and out of circles

Until I cannot see them again from my view

These bits of nature are a gift

I didn't ask them to be here 

But they are here for my pleasant delight

Each afternoon 

There's some nature I keep at home

My two white dogs

Eskimos with fluffed hair

Digging holes in the ground

They dig and dig

Dirt flings through the air

Should I yell at them I wonder?

Yet I keep my peace

They didn't ask to live here.

Why don't I yell at the birds of the air I wonder

Or the squirrels running past my gate?

Yet, I am considering to raise my voice to my very own dog.

The one nature did not ask to take home.

So, I'll let them dig. and dig. and dig.

Until, maybe they find their home too. 

A funny coincidence in life 

We want to yell at the things we love best.

Why we demand such extremes from them, 

that nature itself does not request.

Sit back, I say to myself. 

Enjoy the life here, 

for if nature did not bring you here

And there my thoughts violently stop

As I scramble inside the house

to wave my towel at the smoke alarm

begging it to please shut off

My ears now assaulted with highest pitch

I wander outside to watch the sites once again

As soon as I sit down the alarm sounds again

.. happens three times.

Then as I'm frolicking around the house 

Waving my hands in the air like an alien on earth

\[]\

A young man walks through the park 

Behind my house 

With a guitar

Playing melodies

I look at myself 

I look like an alien

That's what I tell myself

So, I join him from far away

as I listen to his music

as he plays so peacefully

Until once again my heart palpitates out of control

to hear the alarm buzzing again.

I pick up the phone 

to yell at my dad for leaving the oven on 

to clean

and clean

while the house smells burnt

He didn't answer

The young man is called Zack. 

I know because his mother called him

He runs back home, down the gravel path. 

Away. 

My neck now hurts, my ears assaulted, my thoughts diminished

Nature can I still look to you

I look around

There's my dogs.

The birds, I see flying from tree to tree.

The geese I hear from far away.

I look to the West to see the sun slowly setting.

Clouds strike the sky with white array. 

My eyes adjust, my head adjusts

Nature you aren't too far away.