tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643228438617809722024-03-13T20:32:33.298-07:00I am a Pearl"Do you not know that you are the only thing of worth to me?? Everything was risked for the mere chance of a thought that we could be together! You could never understand the dedication I have towards you but I'll never stop trying to make you believe me. My sweet pearl, can't you see what I see??" - GodLovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-48194357250104385422016-05-31T20:49:00.001-07:002016-05-31T20:49:08.852-07:00One
I swore I'd never laugh again.
I said I wouldn't be happy.
I told myself I couldn't go on.
I lied.
I've laughed, I've been happy, I made it a whole year without you.
This is the worst lie I've ever told.
I meant to wallow for months and become catatonic with grief. I fully intended to waste away after banishing food and water. I tried to detach myself Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-58098871499086898482013-10-11T17:35:00.000-07:002013-10-11T17:35:00.973-07:00I'm not always good.
CAUTION!!!
*UNCENSORED THOUGHTS*
Today a woman in a giant, white SUV cut me off in the Costco parking lot, cussed my mother and me out, and stole our parking spot. Instead of sucking it up to find another spot and just going grocery shopping, I waited until she went in the store and wrote out a passive aggressive note to put under her windshield wiper.
I had finished my shopping and Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-81767252044952623872013-02-11T15:02:00.002-08:002013-02-11T15:02:27.735-08:00If I ever write a Kid's Book ...
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Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-13182528021417750122013-02-11T14:58:00.003-08:002013-02-11T20:54:27.294-08:00The Pulpit and Doctor Who
"Jesus came to live the life we should have lived and he died the death we should have died so we could have the life he intended for us."
-Tommy Allen, FEPC Pastor
It struck me as strange to hear this. I had always known that Jesus died for our sins and gave us salvation once we accept him, but I never gave much thought to the concept of Jesus living the perfect life. We Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-58202298657117711582012-04-26T00:36:00.001-07:002012-04-26T00:36:57.165-07:00Sisters, Sisters
Isn't it strange that just when you're doubting yourself or your abilities, someone comes along and blesses you out of nowhere! My sister asked me to come with her to one of her treatments tomorrow at an infusion center. It's a process that needs at least 5 hours of the day and leaves her feeling tired and achy. I have no problem being in hospitals or around blood, needles and guts, but for Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-66166423770043580382012-04-20T20:31:00.000-07:002012-04-20T20:31:13.894-07:00Guilt and Progress
I recently had the joy of being admitted to Pima Medical Institute's phlebotomy program. After conquering the first interview, scoring a 38/50 on an unexpected test with math, reading & logic when only 14 correct answers were needed, impressing key members of the staff all on only four hours of sleep, I was so happy that I broke out into a skip on the way to the car! And again after the Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-73310566947692551762012-04-19T00:53:00.000-07:002012-04-19T00:53:26.372-07:00Good fences make good relationships.Have you ever been overwhelmed with the feeling that you just let someone down even if you didn't really?? Or maybe believing that you're worthless and aimless is your specialty. Perhaps allowing your heart to be used as a welcome mat for others that don't deserve you is where your talent lies. Maybe you're an emotional whore or chronic substitute mother.
Choir, this is your preacher Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-74820608012069522422012-04-06T22:31:00.000-07:002012-04-06T22:31:59.936-07:00Why is Good Friday good??DISCLAIMER: This is not a theologically packed post or even matter-of-fact. This is an outlet for these thoughts that bump around in my head and won't let me sleep until I offer to share them with you. So, here we go.
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I made a list of the people Jesus died for, and I'm pretty sure you're in it:
Sick people.
Healthy people.
Tall Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-74700046868627284962012-04-04T16:59:00.000-07:002012-04-04T16:59:43.774-07:00PlansIf you happened to be on Facebook on Friday the 31st of March, you may have seen a rather exuberant post made by yours truly regarding a successful interview and acceptance to PIMA Medical Institute to pursue a certification in Phlebotomy.
I'm so excited to actually have a plan of action and a passion to pursue this! I know I'll be teased for being a vampire or have to endure long stories Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-41689104387735472062012-03-24T23:12:00.000-07:002012-03-24T23:12:30.185-07:00Q & AIf you've asked me about my plans for the coming months or year or even the upcoming weekend, you may have gotten a vague answer.Since my lack of answers seem to be getting on the wrong side of a few, I offer this explanation:
I really have no idea what my plans are. I promise I'm not brushing you off so you can't get involved in my life, I really don't know what the next step is for me. I Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-81417351746687799002011-10-19T02:05:00.000-07:002011-10-19T02:05:56.060-07:00TodayAs I was out running errands today with my mom, I caught myself smiling for an extended amount of time for no apparent reason. The sun was shining, I had done a good portion of homework, I had a Starbucks beverage in hand and bags of groceries and new purchases in the trunk of our Saturn. The leaves were starting to think about turning in color as husbands trudged to the store to purchase rakes Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-12923508711089793732011-10-14T00:35:00.000-07:002011-10-14T00:38:14.904-07:00Change of PlansWell, after months of anticipating a full recovery by this point, I feel a tad disappointed to say the least. While this has been the longest and most painful four months I can recall, I still have some more weeks of the same to go through.
The diagnosis for my knee issue is this:
Bursitis-
http://www.drugs.com/cg/knee-bursitis.html
Patellar Tendonitis-
http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-61796792584745313842011-07-24T03:43:00.000-07:002011-07-24T03:43:24.190-07:00ControlIf the human brain is the most powerful part of the our bodies, can it not also be the weakest?
We have all heard it over and over again:
"It's mind over matter." "Think positive!""It's all in your mind.""You're just imagining things."
Well, what if this powerful part of our body that is able to tell the rest of the body how to respond, react and reply is not the strong suit of armor that Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-47727694878233841082011-07-12T15:32:00.000-07:002011-07-12T15:32:58.892-07:00Who Needs Pride??I posted this on Facebook on July 6th, 2011: Here's the deal ... I'm committing a sin ... right ... now ...
Yup.
The Bible says, "DO NOT COVET", but I'm actually doing that at this very moment.
I am coveting after your prayers.
I have been in pain for the past 10 days and have been to see several different doctors and have had to step down from my Summer Staff position with Campus Crusade Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-9498850753847793082011-03-12T18:29:00.000-08:002011-03-12T18:38:12.404-08:00The Lie Against Truth, Love, Joy and ForgivenessWe all listen to the Lie in pitiful attempts to hold still the tongue of Truth.
We find any way possible to convince ourselves that it is acceptable to succumb to the Lie that whispers seductively in the silence of our barren thoughts. The sultry Lie that bats eyelashes and strokes our ego draws us ever closer to our decision of potential demise. The Lie tints our precious photographs to shadesLovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-55251089284269496212011-02-13T16:37:00.000-08:002011-02-13T16:37:44.879-08:00The DadI sent my dad a message today. I frequently forget how much he loves me until I hear another dad talk about his own baby girl.
So, this last weekend, CRU had our annual Women's Retreat. Right after we played the 'ice-breaker' game, the girls started networking and exchanging numbers and whipping out their planners for potential hang out times. I was placed in leadership for the worship andLovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-20782185017505736662011-02-07T02:06:00.000-08:002011-02-07T02:06:08.106-08:00I need your help ...I have an absolutely amazing dream for this coming summer ...
I really want to go to prison.
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Ever since I can remember, my walk with God has been either blazing hot or freezing cold depending on my relationships with those around me. When I would be hurt by friends or family, I'd turn to God to fill that void. Once things with them had been straightened out, I'd put God back on His little spot on the shelf until I needed Him again. Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-27464893557626249672010-12-06T03:11:00.000-08:002010-12-12T09:32:29.855-08:00Am I Beautiful??
BEAUTIFUL FOR ME
By Nichole Nordeman
Every girl young and old has to face her own reflection
Twirl around, stare it down
What’s the mirror gonna say
With some luck, you’ll measure up
But you might not hold a candle to the rest
“Is that your best?” says the mirror to the mess
But there’s a whisper in the noise
Can you hear a little voice
and he says
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-41769131177739035592010-10-17T15:08:00.000-07:002010-10-17T15:08:45.948-07:00WalkingMy dad's dad passed away on Thursday. I was never close with him. I saw him probably about 10 times in my life and received the classic birthday cards signed with only a name and contained a few dollars.
So I really shouldn't be that sad over losing him, right??
Wrong.
I've only mourned over losing people I know I'll see again.
When Ellen Burns died, I wept but I know I can worship with her Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-46493311918317530262010-10-01T22:11:00.000-07:002010-10-01T22:11:11.781-07:00I am a tad easily amused ...<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <!--[endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-37132882444044229772010-10-01T21:56:00.000-07:002010-10-01T21:56:10.975-07:00Goodbyes and Future Plans<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <!--[endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-3442663812846971432010-08-25T19:54:00.000-07:002010-10-01T22:12:15.852-07:00Memories and LessonsI keep waking up every day with the expectation that I can just walk outside my cabin door to eat breakfast with 80 of my closest friends and go do things around Lake Tahoe all day: - perch on benches - try to learn how to swing dance - get diabetes from Camp Rich - pray that the bear chasing me is vegan - learn about building up believers - lay out at Pope Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-22225606718008365252010-08-22T12:02:00.000-07:002010-08-22T12:02:40.728-07:00CertaintyIsn't it strange that people cry at funerals?? Not to say I'm clear of this fact, but it's becoming a foreign concept to me.
In July, My Grandma Guerry, who was really my great grandmother, passed away at 94 years of age. As we were sitting at her graveside service, I looked around at all of her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, great great grandchildren and dear friends. Only a Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-764322843861780972.post-15690982728451461182010-08-20T20:46:00.000-07:002010-08-20T20:46:44.655-07:00The ReplyMy dearest friend, my companion ever close to me, have you no thought of your affections upon my heart?
Though I stand in the midst of the most grave of moments my heart rejoices in being the muse to our inspired perfection.
My devoted, a smile you shall have for I will be your hope in all seasons.
A touch wilt thou receive to confirm your promise to my soul.
A kiss? oh, Lovejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03825765465371253501noreply@blogger.com0