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Name: Christopher
Birthday: 7/30/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Growing my muscles, swimming until I die, Steve Erckle, Eating Chicken and Steak, Slapping my Guitar around, Movies where things get blown up, sleeping in the hammocks or beds bigger than my current one, exploring the world, Visiting new countries, and currently, my Ghananian drum.
Expertise: Gym's I love them, swimming is cool too, mostly I like to eat, and then ride cool toys like my sister's pink bike and my friends' motorcycles, girls are nice but I haven't found one i really like yet but I'm good at talking to them, and STARBUCKS
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  Stopherk888
Member Since:
5/12/2005
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| Hey ya'll. I've started using Blogger again, because it's nicer.  If you wanna leave some love here is the URL: http://ckevinstrickland.blogspot.com/
Ciao!
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| hello everyone....
i thought i would write one final entry before I plunge into what will probably be the most challenging semester for me during my time at college.
I'm going to be making some really important decisions (to me anyways) over the next couple of months about what I am going to do with my life right after college. Some possibilities are: Store management with target or home depot, global investment research for a financial firm, business development with the Peace Corps, or possibly management training with GE. And there are many other things i'd love to do as well.
So suffice it to say I would love some prayer for strength to get through, not on the skin of me teeth, but with abundance.
God has been doing some good things in my heart in some really simple but mind-blowing things. I'm learning to read the Bible all over again. So often i read it thinking, "oh i can teach about this" or "this person really could use this." Jesus is showing me how to let the Holy Scriptures sink into my heart for ME, not for someone else.
I've been through a very confusing and yet beautiful year, and God has been strong for me. He's loved me and held onto me, even when I let go. I don't deserve that kind of love. I challenge anyone who happens to read this to spend 5 minutes thanking Jesus for loving you enough to get take the death penalty for you. We forget that a lot. Look up at the stars, or go for a run, or let your mind be quiet, whatever you have to do get your heart in His love-stream.
Hold tight to Him.
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| I was talking to a friend about how even the most extroverted of us
have times where we don't wanna talk to people. You kind of just
want to go to sleep and not answer the phone.
But invariably, once you have talked for more than, say, 2 minutes with
someone, you start to shed some of your shell. I think its a bit
like driving through some mud and the mud gets on ur windshield and
then you have to wipe it off.
It's ironic, tho, that in order to feel like opening up, you have to open up in the first place. Hmm.
Donald Miller talks a lot about this in "Blue Like Jazz." You
know, if you just go off by yourself, or even isolate yourself from
interaction with people, and become absorbed with "ME" and "MY," then
you die.
Those are my Too Sense.
'-)
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| Do you ever live without knowing why and all of your reasons aren't reasonable anymore? And, while you know God is there, much like the wind is there yet invisible, you don't know where YOU are? Sometimes i feel like the only one who knows where I am is God, cuz i certainly don't, so no other human possibly can.
You want freedom, but you move into darkness.
You want to live your passion, but your passions are muddy.
You love Jesus, but you are growing up, and the way you used to love Him doesn't work anymore.
Your life is more complicated than you thought it would be.
You want, more than anything, to let go, and lay down in your Daddy's arms, but you aren't quite sure how.
You smile, knowing that God knows it all, but you fear wasted years, years of not knowing what to do, and so not doing anything.
And then you put on some music, knowing that music can just be crutch, and that many people of God had to get by without music, but you don't really care. So you just fall back on the pillow and breathe...
i've been listening to the jars of clay song Much Afraid.
It captures my thoughts of late quite well.
MUCH AFRAID
empty again
sunken down so far
so scared to fall
i might not get up again
so i lay at your feet
all my brokenness
i carry all of my burdens to you
CHORUS:
all of these things
i've held up in vain
no reason nor rhyme
just the scars that remain
of all of these things
i'm so much afraid
scared out of my mind
by the demons i've made
sweet Jesus, you never ever let me go
oh, sweet Jesus, never ever let me go
so happy to love
yet so far to go
you lead me on
to where I've never been before
----------------------------------------------------
night ya'll. rescue is coming.
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| Reality is like fine wine -- it will not appeal to children.
(Stolen from Luke Johnson's xanga site.)
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