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Name: Elisha
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: Springfield
Birthday: 3/7/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, writing, music, hanging out, reading about philosophical issues and current events (but I don't think I'm knowledgeable enough to consider myself an authority), cooking and eating homemade meals, missions, learning foreign languages (currently perfecting my Spanish), talking in general.
Expertise: Writing, reading and procrastinating.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  somthingelectric
MSN: i_am_ishbu7@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  passionategray
Member Since:
4/24/2003
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| I need to hold on to this song. It's truth for me...
Third Day - Cry Out To Jesus
From the album Wherever You Are
To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye
And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right
Chorus:
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus
For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
They’ve lost all of their faith in love
They've done all they can to make it right again
Still it's not enough
For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
You try to give up but you come back again
Just remember that you're not alone in your shame
And your suffering
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus
When your lonely
And it feels like the whole world is falling on you
You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
To the widow who suffers from being alone
Wiping the tears from her eyes
For the children around the world without a home
Say a prayer tonight
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus
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| So a position is potentially opening up in Fort Smith. While I don't
want to leave, I almost wonder if it's time. It's still just talk
though, so we more than likely won't end up there, but who knows?
I love my job. It is the best thing about staying here in Springfield.
But
things just aren't going right... I feel indebted to help those around
me that I don't think I can help anymore and it's getting to a point
where it's too stressful on me and my marriage and on my relationship
with that person. I almost wonder if distance between us would fix some
of the problems. But I don't know for sure.
I think I am ready
for a fresh start. I want to get involved in a women's group with women
MY age. I want to have women I can relate to in my life. As for right
now, I don't. I mean I do have meaningful friendships here and there,
but it's not sustaining me because life is just too weird right now for
them and for me, I think.
And most of all, I'm praying for God
to send me a special friend that is in the same place in their life as
I am. Someone I can REALLY relate to. Someone who knows when I call
them crying about my test results or my desire for a child or my pain
that I feel because of my situation with hubby's job or even just
dealing with the stresses of being a new wife.
I love my friends
that I have now, but we are in completely different areas in our lives
and it's difficult to understand each other, I think. Especially with
my best friend (I'm not talking about you in this case, T... don't
worry 
). She is so caught up in her own life and her own stresses that she
has no time to be concerned with anyone else. And I feel like I've been
giving, giving, giving with nothing in return. But I don't think she's
in a place where she CAN return any of that. And I'm not upset about
it... it's just an observation, I guess. That, and the fact that the
people with whom she chooses to associate hate me anyways.
These
are my thoughts. Don't be offended if you think something here was
targeted at you in particular. It's just my thoughts... and I do not
mean to offend anyone. | | |
| Most of my writing and other time wasting activities are now done here.
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| When I was in junior high I had two best friends: Krimson and Jenny.
Jenny died of leukemia when we were in 8th grade.
Now Krimson is on life support with really no hope of waking up.
I'm
not writing because I am incredibly sad, because I know that she is
going to heaven. Krimson has a wonderful relationship with God and she
loves him so much, so I have no doubt in my mind that she's going to
spend eternity with him.
I remember that you wanted to be a race
car driver. I remember that your biggest dream was to own a Dodge
Viper. I remember your fat old cat, Mordecai. I remember your bat
mitzvah and all the Hebrew lessons. I remember toasting matzoh with you
and spreading peanut butter on it.
Although I didn't have
contact with you in the most recent years of my life, you still had a
special place in my heart, Krimson Hughey.
I love you and I'll miss you... but I'll definitely see you again some day. | | |
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