tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12804536401125020182024-02-21T07:54:38.109-05:00the story of toriI am a 16 year old girl who loves Jesus that is also in love with the country of Haiti! It is the best place I have ever seen in my life, and I want to be there right now. But since I'm not at the moment, I like to play soccer, read, listen to music, take pictures, draw, learn languages, talk and listen, go on road trips, travel, and lots of other stuff!! ♥T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-71461177879179106122010-12-03T20:31:00.003-05:002010-12-03T20:42:11.788-05:00School vs. JailBeing December, 2nd tri has just started at high school and first semester is coming to an end at Grand Valley. I'm slowly getting used to my new schedule, which is totally and 100% different than 1st tri. Chemistry is the only one I really don't like - completely expected since I have always detested science. Creative writing, Spanish, and French I like/love/love, respectively. ACT Prep I feel is beneficial, yet very, <span style="font-style: italic;">very, <span style="font-weight: bold;">very</span></span> boring. Italian 101 is almost done at Grand Valley, and I'm scared for my exam on the 13th. At the moment, I'm signed up to take Writing 150 next semester, but I'm considering changing it out for Italian 102 - if that's allowed anymore. Not to bore you with details about my school life, I actually am writing on here for one important purpose: to document the comparison I made between school and jail.<br /><br />Here it is:<br />School and jail are, for the most part, when you really think about it, the same thing. The main difference is that in one you are graded on your participation and the other one you can kind of just chill.<br /><br />School is awful. Whoever invented it should be kicked in the ankle a couple times. Maybe not too hard; I learn a lot there after all. I guess it's beneficial, but it's still <span style="font-weight: bold;">terrible</span>. Thank goodness I only have 1 2/3 years left of high school. I'm praying college will be better, which I assume it will be because there won't be as much high school drama. If there is high school drama, the school is obviously bigger, so it should be easier to avoid. Those are my hopes anyways.<br /><br />Alright, this is a completely boring and pointless post, and I'm sorry if you lost brain cells. Oh, speaking of brain cells - you know the phrase, "I lost my marbles." Well, we did a measurement lab today in chemistry. One of the measurements was the volume of a marble, and my friend measured the approximate volume of my head just for fun. I did the math, only to discover that in order to lose all my marbles, there would have to be approximately 418.95 of them. :) Yeah. That's what I do in school.T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-14479049040114946532010-08-24T17:10:00.000-04:002010-08-24T17:10:16.136-04:00Tent City.<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3xiUhfLDbyn9adOmDw6dblgumRcGzQCCK6Wg7y0feDDAPsay6oP1K7HzBb0xg3tZ5lgLamcaG9iDuduTdw52jazklOwAg_jGtWZ4zikwrwtc1Uuy8oJIiXCBQWFen_x_E3wIlI2cPik/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+085.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3xiUhfLDbyn9adOmDw6dblgumRcGzQCCK6Wg7y0feDDAPsay6oP1K7HzBb0xg3tZ5lgLamcaG9iDuduTdw52jazklOwAg_jGtWZ4zikwrwtc1Uuy8oJIiXCBQWFen_x_E3wIlI2cPik/s320/Haiti+August+2010+085.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-87303502454848893492010-08-23T15:52:00.000-04:002010-08-23T15:52:00.320-04:00August 11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7890NpQJDXy1gA8l2hDJ5NJJwQieM3mUP6PCDAKws3KUiUqKhy2wtlI9fAGyltOPq6NAnsIucZBppZTyHUDMtHwWV3pNhw11Q_tHiOp6CrWiHDv51EykqyEbBPVMyZ0hv4wKQTOkwK1w/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7890NpQJDXy1gA8l2hDJ5NJJwQieM3mUP6PCDAKws3KUiUqKhy2wtlI9fAGyltOPq6NAnsIucZBppZTyHUDMtHwWV3pNhw11Q_tHiOp6CrWiHDv51EykqyEbBPVMyZ0hv4wKQTOkwK1w/s320/Haiti+August+2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507954731576399218" border="0" /></a>Today we woke up REAL early and got ready for VBS in Tapion. We ate breakfast and left in a taptap with the best driver EVER. He stopped for every little bump; it was amazing. When we got there, there was about 40 kids in the church. We had them sing some songs (led by the worship leader of the church) and started off with the puppet show. The kids were all amazed with the puppets. Nevil led the kids in helping remember the verses. I know them now too :) After that we did the laughing song. Then they were split into two groups and we went to go do some games outside. The Human Knot game did not work. They were so confused. Then we did the balloon-ankle game which went well. The kids switched with the craft kids and we tried red-light/green-light instead of the Human Knot. Still didn't work so we did the balloon game. A few kids cried because their balloons popped. A man came up to Jenny and I and asked us to come back on the 23rd. I said we were leaving in a week and he asked us to come back later this week. Then all the kids went inside for closing. Some kids in the back saw Marg playing with the puppet and tried to figure out where the sound was coming from. So cute. They all sang again and we blew up more balloons so they could all keep one. They sang a thank you song and left. We picked up all our stuff and headed down a little hill to the taptap. It was pretty steep but they made a train so no one fell :) Nevil taught Katie and I to count to 30 on the way home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9fUuNcMXPcOT4bIpqrPkGJKSmShZdGgznbmZUDEZMRESVJKe44PRkADbCpBcGsXzWwANZXqYKddnjBoERuVN2mSY1JvETqU8Xq-lPU7WtUrbcu_jzMBQyx9HktrcTdWUxoFpxZBfn5g/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+022.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9fUuNcMXPcOT4bIpqrPkGJKSmShZdGgznbmZUDEZMRESVJKe44PRkADbCpBcGsXzWwANZXqYKddnjBoERuVN2mSY1JvETqU8Xq-lPU7WtUrbcu_jzMBQyx9HktrcTdWUxoFpxZBfn5g/s320/Haiti+August+2010+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507954745889247282" border="0" /></a>We ate some bread and fruit (I had a banana. Now I remember why I hate them.) and walked to Ti Guinnen. It was SO weird to see the church from last year down. The shoreline raised too so a bunch of palm trees died and houses were buried. A motorcycle slipped into the canal and both mirrors fell off and another motorcycle almost hit Marg.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7m4Xg2fFgg1GQticyelA52Llg63A3GkynhEJ6IErNO3mD-ZeS-VDu1GLZeIlhsG-922yyBVpOEazXQ75SOqK-dY2aroaJ_LVQXUFUXzu_j7c4ytjv55IbZDT_dHpW1f24WT8dbEHUWQ/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+019.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7m4Xg2fFgg1GQticyelA52Llg63A3GkynhEJ6IErNO3mD-ZeS-VDu1GLZeIlhsG-922yyBVpOEazXQ75SOqK-dY2aroaJ_LVQXUFUXzu_j7c4ytjv55IbZDT_dHpW1f24WT8dbEHUWQ/s320/Haiti+August+2010+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507954735764418066" border="0" /></a>(Coca Truck ^^^ with Nevil and Caleb)<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupsd8Yg_qEHyt20UyS0ngKnbMKbiFGS5cmswuYO0lMrYd4QVJ5nC05W2rtLiG6hLCCLxMijYcZkxiMC7X9IirDgnQIldRUudoAMYDyjYKEpCRu981P3DDZH4VKGNaouxDmeWUb-hKcd4/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+025.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupsd8Yg_qEHyt20UyS0ngKnbMKbiFGS5cmswuYO0lMrYd4QVJ5nC05W2rtLiG6hLCCLxMijYcZkxiMC7X9IirDgnQIldRUudoAMYDyjYKEpCRu981P3DDZH4VKGNaouxDmeWUb-hKcd4/s320/Haiti+August+2010+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507954753683237506" border="0" /></a>(Pastor George and his wife)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We walked home and talked for a while and ate dinner. I talked to Katie for a while and then we had devotions and prayed. I loaded my cot with bug spray (and me) since I have 49 already. :/ Shower and sleep after some interesting talks with Mari and Marg. Mari and I are having a nastiest leg hair competition. :) Yummy.<br /><br />Oh, also we had dish duty today and couldn't get some stuff off so we used rocks to scrub it. Awesome. Degaje.<br /></div></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-3163777450317493492010-08-22T15:45:00.003-04:002010-08-22T15:45:00.133-04:00August 10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNE10mAm_JTa_bCjXpwgpXw5PZPv2MSpOizLKdpQLmpAQ3laEMel8lqroApADJ2x8vJmJhizq6xlihPv7Zwbhq4Emw-rSUW6TSs5PMOETT-hN5znkbutuvowrjF0MOrxuIlSHfQkqfIU/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNE10mAm_JTa_bCjXpwgpXw5PZPv2MSpOizLKdpQLmpAQ3laEMel8lqroApADJ2x8vJmJhizq6xlihPv7Zwbhq4Emw-rSUW6TSs5PMOETT-hN5znkbutuvowrjF0MOrxuIlSHfQkqfIU/s320/Haiti+August+2010+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507953383867982018" border="0" /></a><br />We woke up today at about 4:30 to get through security again and get to our gate. Small delay because they had to change a tire on the plane but then we were on the way to PAP! We all fell asleep on the plane because of the lack of sleep the night before. Nate and everyone picked us up at the airport, which was weird that they were already here. Not a big fan. So then we drove to Petit Goave. We FINALLY got here and talked to the people for a while. We had dinner at about 5 - soo good. Then Kid's Club started, led by Nevil. Oh, another team is here also. They're doing a world mission called the World Race. It's an 11 month thing and Haiti is the second month. They're pretty cool. A lightening storm went on over the cove so we walked out (after Nevil made Mari pray for Kid's Club) and watched it come in. It was so pretty! A few kids were out there that we talked to. Then we walked back and waited for some guys to get back from Leogane. Then I came upstairs and we all fell asleep SO fast. I even got cold in the breeze.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5Fuu_TMBl-6GCQkKdcnj2MSWhPRzgpTCkIpIbZIzbii3SZEc4JgbIBoQCWo1BMEbmjZfEaTwkLLmIQSaJgE8oyfOVgqjeOM3U1Gaa_S2fOhWNkOejLROt-jdnSQQE7bw6KR1OoyDE5E/s1600/Haiti+August+2010+010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5Fuu_TMBl-6GCQkKdcnj2MSWhPRzgpTCkIpIbZIzbii3SZEc4JgbIBoQCWo1BMEbmjZfEaTwkLLmIQSaJgE8oyfOVgqjeOM3U1Gaa_S2fOhWNkOejLROt-jdnSQQE7bw6KR1OoyDE5E/s320/Haiti+August+2010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507952972246142274" border="0" /></a>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-15767187595093863852010-08-21T15:40:00.003-04:002010-08-21T15:44:55.235-04:00Back AgainI actually kept a journal during this trip to Haiti. Well, I started to. Then I got sick and didn't feel up to it so I did kind of a recap of a few days on the plane home. I decided to put my journal on here to help me process and go over everything a little bit. I'll probably do a day per day to space it out. Feel free to read it :)<br /><br />August 9, 2010<br />We left today! 3 hour drive to Detroit and then a 3 hour flight to Ft. Lauderdale. When we got there we had to spend the night in the airport... yay. Couple hours of sleep before Haiti. Awesome. (P.S. Two random people also going to Haiti sat next to me on the flight.)T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-65471372310330890672010-07-13T20:28:00.001-04:002010-07-13T20:31:40.037-04:00More Than Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwstdEZdc-Ctj1V23fcY_E2bRfAuhM5bYrExuP8laoGT2UiQo3X9Izg8vbYE4A3W6gWDEs1tv_K6f0sR3lNj33V08Wq7wHuVSnrFgvxLldOYzr-FsbS0EUyQvkOYfQ87XrY8nps5JMRY/s1600/Haiti+-+July+%2709+188.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwstdEZdc-Ctj1V23fcY_E2bRfAuhM5bYrExuP8laoGT2UiQo3X9Izg8vbYE4A3W6gWDEs1tv_K6f0sR3lNj33V08Wq7wHuVSnrFgvxLldOYzr-FsbS0EUyQvkOYfQ87XrY8nps5JMRY/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493552718724277394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So as I sit here<br />In the AC<br />I have this fear<br />My favorite country will be<br />Never the same<br />As it was before<br />Forever changed<br />The past out the door<br />But I want it back<br />In my selfish being<br />Of which there's no lack<br />Change can be freeing<br />And this could be too<br />If I just let it go<br />Make the whole place anew<br />With new places to grow<br />And still here I am<br />Trying to fight<br />Aimlessly what can,<br />What should be, what might<br />Be best for the place<br />I say that I love<br />Explained solely by the grace<br />Of my God above<br />Because as I make that claim<br />I can't help but think<br />If I'll ever be the same<br />Little girl dressed in pink<br />I don't want to be her<br />I want to be me<br />To keep the allure<br />Of a girl with a dream<br />But if I let the change come<br />To myself alone<br />And keep the thought numb<br />That nothing's set in stone<br />The country did change<br />And I have to accept<br />God made a new stage<br />He doesn't regret<br />So now I can sit<br />In the freezing cold air<br />Knowing God won't quit<br />That He's always there<br />If I get to be new<br />Never the same as before<br />Then Haiti does too<br />To be loved even more<br /><br />-July 2010<br /></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-81142491609676994172010-03-19T23:17:00.003-04:002010-03-19T23:29:56.590-04:00The Haiti I Used to Know.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4NFRWoP2KUzg5wQ63uFlGQCpYdrn6tF0bU4MAHjnN8p7lmKm-uainNlYFIYrj0tu1ZrjM-w_AgGww2mZ1Qy6EdmXGpuCPb68j-kPH_O7Y_rrbnxJY68vF81tM1aJd7lN2-lGPnuuCSs/s1600-h/Haiti_July08+030.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4NFRWoP2KUzg5wQ63uFlGQCpYdrn6tF0bU4MAHjnN8p7lmKm-uainNlYFIYrj0tu1ZrjM-w_AgGww2mZ1Qy6EdmXGpuCPb68j-kPH_O7Y_rrbnxJY68vF81tM1aJd7lN2-lGPnuuCSs/s320/Haiti_July08+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450552764574266962" border="0" /></a>Port-au-Prince. With buildings standing and clear roads.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8q5RHgqES09MuRUME1VC0pSVGmcvSoGFDlqAqxNV0IfPrJRrPC-gM4TznwOsyFvmIOeJZ7fPyavN_hiZ-9Yu2fA_ce8n_fvXlUYFGvrZJMtY4gByzFafVS5cwl1oG3KAef-122iT2-44/s1600-h/Haiti_Febuary08+028.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8q5RHgqES09MuRUME1VC0pSVGmcvSoGFDlqAqxNV0IfPrJRrPC-gM4TznwOsyFvmIOeJZ7fPyavN_hiZ-9Yu2fA_ce8n_fvXlUYFGvrZJMtY4gByzFafVS5cwl1oG3KAef-122iT2-44/s320/Haiti_Febuary08+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450551610102898306" border="0" /></a>A field without a tent city.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK9r3xKTF1GjJgH8K7X-9YM63HPPDpZKYUCQ5XhJ9kTN82CpVYL4js5al2caYFzhrG26-9KC0JpTYSP7FsWXjEpP_UHIHoVqDTACNHLe08LaxHLy675z49btqOMXJR36T7JjlF-KzQcQ/s1600-h/Haiti+-+July+%2709+158.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBK9r3xKTF1GjJgH8K7X-9YM63HPPDpZKYUCQ5XhJ9kTN82CpVYL4js5al2caYFzhrG26-9KC0JpTYSP7FsWXjEpP_UHIHoVqDTACNHLe08LaxHLy675z49btqOMXJR36T7JjlF-KzQcQ/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450551602003507938" border="0" /></a>Petit Goave.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLRINPCbtcz_Ab3GWxnwOHfIOPePvwyqPSzQQX1niqtxhTYANvhl_VtiJ1M2qtOtp4_9IKWwWKIEmS3RkECue_XtdCNjt8D4KRQdLe_Gjq0R-6Py-L1LX4eM4h4HPdXI089ZbJ53Y94U/s1600-h/Haiti+-+July+%2709+059.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLRINPCbtcz_Ab3GWxnwOHfIOPePvwyqPSzQQX1niqtxhTYANvhl_VtiJ1M2qtOtp4_9IKWwWKIEmS3RkECue_XtdCNjt8D4KRQdLe_Gjq0R-6Py-L1LX4eM4h4HPdXI089ZbJ53Y94U/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450551591115115762" border="0" /></a>Petit Goave again.<br /></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-2364846359266586702010-02-28T18:53:00.002-05:002010-02-28T19:01:01.251-05:00All the Reasons Why (song-question thingy)RULES:<br />1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.<br />2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.<br />3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.<br />4. Tag 10 friends.<br />5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.<br />6. Write what you think if you want to<br />7. Have Fun!<br /><br /><br />IF SOMEONE ASKS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?<br />Oxygen<br /><br />HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?<br />HeroHeroine<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?<br />Hundred<br /><br />HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?<br />Mostly Memories<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?<br />A Still Life Franchise<br /><br />WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?<br />A Little Too Not Over You<br /><br />WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?<br />Closer<br /><br />WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?<br />Forgiven<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE MOST?<br />Unfaithful<br /><br />WHAT IS 2 + 2?<br />Run the Show<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?<br />Tailor Made<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?<br />Tattoo<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?<br />La Bamba<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?<br />4ever<br /><br />WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?<br />Fall Away<br /><br />WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?<br />Crank That<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?<br />Landmines and Landslides<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?<br />Harder Than the First Time<br /><br />WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?<br />Just Like Me<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?<br />Rehab<br /><br />WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?<br />Unbroken<br /><br />WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?<br />All the Reasons WhyT♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-27448346828474784722010-02-17T18:34:00.003-05:002010-02-17T18:43:45.062-05:00Nou Se Moun La ♥Favorite song ever. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Glny4jSciVI">Check it out</a>. :]T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-47025099896186395992010-01-28T20:08:00.002-05:002010-01-28T20:41:00.175-05:00Many Things.First of all, wow, I haven't written in a long time. Sorry about that. Too much been going on (not complaining... or making excuses, just tellin' the story :] ) I decided it was finally time to write something anyways. So here we are.<br /><br />Second of all, Haiti makes me want to cry and puke and eat junk food 'til I feel like I'm gonna die which brings more guilt for eating when they can't. I heard today that JQ99 is sending a reporter down there to get information. People, come on! THEY. DO. NOT. NEED. MORE. REPORTERS. Americans can get all the information they want from people who <strong><em>need</em></strong> and <strong><em>should</em></strong> be down there. Not from their favorite news station. If you are a doctor or a nurse or have medical training - <em>feel free to go.</em> If you speak Kreyol and can translate for some other doctors - <em>go.</em> If you want to be the next biggest newscaster and get all the up-to-date information that people are going to forget about in 10 seconds - <em>do not go.</em> Sorry for saying all this when I am not there, but if you think about it, common sense. They don't need reporters and media anymore. They got the attention they needed for support and aid to come in, <strong>now they need <em>action.</em></strong> Don't get me wrong, I would <em>love</em> to be there right now. There's nothing I want more. But I know I can't because I can't speak Kreyol, can't lead a team, and can't do medical stuff. That is not where God is telling me to go right now. God is calling us to pray. Well, me anyways. Off my soap box...<br /><br />Third of all, (thirdly of all? hmm...) friends are hard. I don't understand them sometimes. (Read: most of the time.) Especially high school ones. They change their minds and attitudes every 2.4 seconds. Gahh. People are dumb sometimes.<br /><br />Fourth of all, some people impress me. There was a change drive at school for Haiti a week ago-ish, but I heard it didn't go well. The Haitian Church in GR has a food/medical/clothes drive going, so I asked my principal if we could do something like that at our school and I would bring it to the church for them (just with food/medical though). He said it was cool and got really excited about it! :) So that ends tomorrow - I pick up the stuff after school with my <a href="http://myjourneyspath.blogspot.com/">mom</a>. I'll let you know how that turns out! I think it should go well; some teachers are offering extra credit for stuff brought in. :) I'm pretty excited about it. My French teacher got an e-mail from someone she knows that runs a school down there and asked for her to have us make cards, drawings and bookmarks for the kids in the school. She asked for them in French, but since I knew enough Kreyol, we got to put that on them instead. A few people in my class were really cool about the whole thing and made a lot of cards/pictures.<br /><br />Fifth of all, I had my road test today! :) It went pretty well, and I got my liscense! Well actually just a little slip of paper 'til the other one comes in the mail, but it still counts. To celebrate, my mom got me Subway for dinner (yum.) and I made some popcorn and some Chai and then I ate some cookie dough! :D (Don't tell my soccer coach... ;) ) Overall, it was a pretty producive day :)<br /><br />I think that's all for now. Sorry it was so long. I'll try to post more shorter ones from now on :)T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-2247283719694621052009-12-25T19:25:00.004-05:002009-12-25T19:46:04.669-05:00spanish lessons.<div align="center">merry christmas.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">merry christ-mas.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">mas (<-- spanish) christ.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">more christ.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">hmm...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Merry Christmas! :] Feliz Navidad! Joyeux Noel! Cheergon Crismas! (haha that last one is Korean... I don't know the letters for it, so that's a phonetic spelling. Don't judge me ;]) Last night there was a Christmas program type of thing at church, and the song that Mikayla sang has been stuck in my head. (Well, the two lines that I remember anyways, haha :]) "It's about the cross... It's about my sins... something something something to be born once, so we could be born again..." I never really thought about that before. Actually, I guess I did, just not in the context that it wasn't really just <em>to be born </em>that was why Jesus came. It was to die on the cross. It didn't matter about all the details of His birth (well yeah, it does matter, but bear with me here.) The basic reason why He came was so that He could die for us so that our sins could be forgiven. He always knew He was going to do that for us.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Anyways, enough preachin' ;]. Merry Christmas, and remember "the reason for the season."</div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-76327322147941721732009-11-14T19:07:00.004-05:002009-11-14T19:18:06.255-05:00tilapia schlapia.<div align="center">This is a tilapia. Looks nice, right? Yum.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzOYwT4xAKQ8TyW_Qc2MkH8nCppBmH_g4FTETRS_xeXrgii5G1PryyVXRHzX843NdiYkxEHZn6KEJFOG9NHzJig7cUALR9GxagG84CWzvq1TsUDFrYGy7kaUY8Z1qpn3Fg4i7qZj9bGs/s1600-h/tilapia2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404115636875951826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzOYwT4xAKQ8TyW_Qc2MkH8nCppBmH_g4FTETRS_xeXrgii5G1PryyVXRHzX843NdiYkxEHZn6KEJFOG9NHzJig7cUALR9GxagG84CWzvq1TsUDFrYGy7kaUY8Z1qpn3Fg4i7qZj9bGs/s320/tilapia2.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm assuming that's what a lot of people think anyways. Personally, I don't really like fish though. Ok, so tilapia. I thought the general public should know about these disgusting little fish. Lately I have been seeing many, many commercials and advertisements and hearing so much about TILAPIA TILAPIA TILAPIA. Ugh. Makes me sick. But that's because I know their secret.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Rc8icGyuzCmTnssS6S8-qhnfTLB1liELWrV9c05KUqIvPM-r4o7QFCIk81-NqHNnHkKbKZ9GfYeKKsSKWbx-kNGKP8qnlmFm8CTG919rQLuMdapdFBqx5nnmc28lF_BeGxuF6rwxG4Q/s1600-h/tilapia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404115724022604850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Rc8icGyuzCmTnssS6S8-qhnfTLB1liELWrV9c05KUqIvPM-r4o7QFCIk81-NqHNnHkKbKZ9GfYeKKsSKWbx-kNGKP8qnlmFm8CTG919rQLuMdapdFBqx5nnmc28lF_BeGxuF6rwxG4Q/s320/tilapia.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a pool in which tilapia live. Gross. It's nasty enough that they have to swim around and drink their own waste all day, but this is like mucky kool-aid. Slimy, gooey, slippery, mucky kool-aid. Figured you all should know what you were going to digest.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />P.S. In case you want to know if your tilapia is a boy or a girl, I'm an expert ;) </div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-66136992888996131642009-11-05T19:24:00.000-05:002009-11-05T19:25:44.400-05:00emka && bouskiits.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_sqMynNuMtQM9kCnoybUTjs4dCkf-5ASh2wlqv98PefMTYPN1NwxVjNIVLsG4uNyzgOqY2sRzJ7GmaPXFeFRcO-yJKQb3iSfGCPNGiDvzy_bQvvdeNGA7dSZWkFLH8zjCiggzxtxN7g/s1600-h/me+and+ppo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400780122639261490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_sqMynNuMtQM9kCnoybUTjs4dCkf-5ASh2wlqv98PefMTYPN1NwxVjNIVLsG4uNyzgOqY2sRzJ7GmaPXFeFRcO-yJKQb3iSfGCPNGiDvzy_bQvvdeNGA7dSZWkFLH8zjCiggzxtxN7g/s320/me+and+ppo.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love this girl. ♥</div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-37552291797675209662009-10-30T22:27:00.003-04:002009-10-30T22:50:13.639-04:00Jonah and the Whale.The sermon last week Sunday was about Jonah and the whale. I always liked that story when I was little, so I made sure to pay attention this week after I heard Pastor Steve start talking about it. I don't really know why I liked it so much when I was younger, but it probably had something to do with the fact that he got swallowed, carried around, and finally puked back up by a giant fish. I mean, c'mon. What little kid doesn't want that to happen to them?<br /><br />"Oh! Grandpa, you said you caught a fish that was 3 feet long and 50 pounds? Yeah. Well I got swallowed and puked up by a fish that was 30 feet long and 200 pounds. Beat that." Every little kid's fantasy.<br /><br />And then this week while I was listening to the sermon about Jonah, I realized what a typical missionary he was. Or maybe what a stereotypical missionary he was. God said go. He said no. God said yes. He said make me. God did. Jonah wanted to die. (Ok, maybe the last one isn't so "typical missionary," but that's how the story goes.)<br /><br />I think I like it even more now because it's real. And not just in the sense that it actually happened, but in the sense that it's easy for me to connect to. I don't know if Jonah was asking (or even begging) God to send him. To go for him. To be a missionary for him. (Judging by his reaction to his sending, I'm going to go with that he didn't want to be sent, just to work for God.) It made me think about how many times I pray for God for clear direction for something, or for him to send me. (Here I am God, still here. Waiting to go. I'm ready!) And then when He gives me something to do (ex. ask this person if they know Jesus) suddenly it's "What?! I can't ask them that! I can't make myself do it. I want to God, I really do, but I can't do it. My mouth isn't working anymore. They might think I'm weird. Nope, can't do it." Major. Wimp. Out.<br /><br />And then right after that, I go back to praying again. "God, I'm still waiting! Where do you want me to go? Send me. Here am I." And there He is in Heaven, shaking His head and saying "Tori, my child, I just did send you." I never realize the little tasks until after the perfect chance has passed to bring it up. And then you go in the awkward situation of thinking, "I know I'm supposed to be sharing this... but it's so awkward now. But this is what God wants me to do, and I wimped out. I need to redeem myself. I got this." And then into the even more awkward situation of actually acting on it. Hopefully the looks I get aren't too funny. But if you don't make eye contact, you can't tell anyways. ;]<br /><br />Anyways. Long story not-so-short, Jonah is relatable. I understand his wimpiness. (Although, can he really be considered wimpy since he willingly was thrown into the sea? I think not.) Reworded: I understand his chicken-out-edness. (And yes, that's a word.) Jonah is the perfect lesson to show that God doesn't pick the "perfect" person for the job. He picks the person He wants to MAKE perfect for the job. He knows how a person is going to react, and with Jonah, we get a good lesson on the type of person God is going to use. It's not who you think it will be. Jonah is a lesson. And I'm still going to say "God, here am I - send me." Just with a little more confidence added. :]<br /><br />Plus - I wouldn't be totally opposed to being eaten by a giant fish either.T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-36695812304119124672009-10-15T20:52:00.002-04:002009-10-15T20:59:42.007-04:00yep, i got nothing.sorry the blog has been so boring lately! i have been really busy, and don't feel like i have anything much to say besides poems. you have to be really bored and upset with me by now ;] just kidding. but i will try to think of something interesting! hmm. well, at the moment i am doing math homework, but that's not interesting so we can skip over that topic. ratatouille is on so that's pretty sweet. i like this movie. OOH! tomorrow my aunt and uncle and cousins are coming in from minnesota and we're going to my grandma's house to have dinner :D YAY! haven't seen them since august-ish. annnnnnd then on saturday, is the shopping trip! to birch run :] kind of a last minute thing, but my friend emily is coming with us :] so this should be pretty amazing. yeahh. i'm excited. too bad we have to leave at 7:00am. y-i-k-e-s. that's early. earlier than school. whoo baby. but it's all good because we get to go shopping! haha :] hmm. i think that's about it. sorry for the random post. kind of rambly too but i guess that's better than nothing.<br /><br />ooh and this quote i found. "we could learn a lesson from crayons. sometimes they're sharp and sometimes they're beautiful. some have weird names and they're all different colors. and they all live in the same box." i thought that was cute :]<br /><br />that's all. alright, love :DT♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-2550979141955240432009-10-06T20:55:00.002-04:002009-10-06T21:04:10.304-04:00Born to Live<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl__SlkwD472geuz9T3p7ZuluYnOoXgZ6jiAViHGGjvGAHGtCZV0ba3dl1yXynrj8kfCaX1sP4DXQpIKpBeQ5HIA3aI1vKcB8_N-5wfvesQVJgf2qkML180x83y3X8ghCC_uVLZzcREM/s1600-h/Haiti+-+July+%2709+070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl__SlkwD472geuz9T3p7ZuluYnOoXgZ6jiAViHGGjvGAHGtCZV0ba3dl1yXynrj8kfCaX1sP4DXQpIKpBeQ5HIA3aI1vKcB8_N-5wfvesQVJgf2qkML180x83y3X8ghCC_uVLZzcREM/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389656109475416274" border="0" /></a>Born to live<br />I was born to give<br />Love to all nations<br />To all generations<br /><br />Why He picked me<br />I may never see<br />My whole life's plan<br />Is all in His hands<br /><br />He chose me to know<br />He chose me to go<br />He knew from above<br />He knew I could love<br /><br />His plan makes me cry<br />About things I pass by<br />The things I can't change<br />That I can't rearrange<br /><br />I was born to fix<br />To pick up the sticks<br />That people just left<br />To make them their best<br /><br />Things I want to do<br />Aren't always His plan too<br />So I change my old ways<br />And fall down to pray<br /><br />To talk to my maker<br />To not be a taker<br />To learn how to give<br />To be born to live<br /><br />-Tori Westrick<br />October '09<br /></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-72001754188558365392009-10-02T22:58:00.002-04:002009-10-02T23:02:37.563-04:00There's a Place...<div align="center">Somewhere out there<br />There’s a place<br />A place where nobody lies<br />Where nobody dies<br />Where nobody cries<br />About earthly things<br />And earthly stings<br />And somewhere out there<br />There’s a place<br />A place where everyone cares<br />Where everyone shares<br />Where everyone dares<br />To show the love<br />From their Father above<br />And somewhere out there<br />There’s a place<br />A place where we learn trust<br />Where we aren’t just dust<br />Where we know that we must<br />Give praise to our Jesus<br />And know that it’s because<br />He died on the cross<br />We don’t have our loss<br />It’s all taken away<br />No sin has to stay<br />And somewhere out there<br />There’s a place<br />A place where He is<br />Where He lives<br />Where He gives<br />Hope to all nations<br />To all His creations<br /><br />-Tori Westrick</div><div align="center">October '09</div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-45790338730530692492009-09-21T21:11:00.004-04:002009-10-04T14:31:09.432-04:00faith to go.Faith to go<br />I gotta show<br />The world who they could be<br /><br />Who He is<br />why He lives<br />Everything He can see<br /><br />They need to know<br />so they can grow<br />Give their God the key<br /><br />Change their ways<br />for all their days<br />Make the "I" a "we"<br /><br />It's time to share<br />time to care<br />God, Here am I, send me<br /><br />-Tori Westrick<br />September '09T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-74071315855878254752009-08-10T11:26:00.002-04:002009-08-10T11:32:31.874-04:00Called<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DH0vJwV-l0ZL7jFheBdPPBqb7nId_ziOPcuvLb2Kk-xa1VlqtU4klLolTqcQzr09ewebGrMUg1w0KP_jOnWfLeVMa391Dc8k9CTpyOShyphenhyphenBm2ihv79yutkIbX11AsaRW0aycHzN7yoOo/s1600-h/Haiti+-+July+%2709+106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DH0vJwV-l0ZL7jFheBdPPBqb7nId_ziOPcuvLb2Kk-xa1VlqtU4klLolTqcQzr09ewebGrMUg1w0KP_jOnWfLeVMa391Dc8k9CTpyOShyphenhyphenBm2ihv79yutkIbX11AsaRW0aycHzN7yoOo/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368357152955439266" border="0" /></a><br />Called to go<br />Called to know<br />Called to see<br />Called to be<br />Called to stay<br />Called to pray<br />Called to preach<br />Called to reach<br />Called to love<br />Called to live<br />Called to be us<br />Called to Jesus<br /><br />-Tori Westrick<br />August '09<br /></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-62838923210519576272009-08-09T16:47:00.002-04:002009-08-09T16:53:43.388-04:00He Knows<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC6WE2XXmByU8OK5tfIKi4-UpbakhOgWUoktVypGpUNkSC-Z8ZXbgE0zagNE-EzpIiQMpodvbrSrGBCg6MkmUTSdLk8WVn7MKifWtK6sxiUzw3jTh5ra_CBLsv630AFxljAP6o-cl-y8/s1600-h/Haiti+-+July+%2709+188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYC6WE2XXmByU8OK5tfIKi4-UpbakhOgWUoktVypGpUNkSC-Z8ZXbgE0zagNE-EzpIiQMpodvbrSrGBCg6MkmUTSdLk8WVn7MKifWtK6sxiUzw3jTh5ra_CBLsv630AFxljAP6o-cl-y8/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069974916651810" border="0" /></a>Can you close your eyes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">From something you don't want to see?<br />Can you walk away<br />From someplace you don't want to be?<br /><br />Is it true you can be<br />"right place, right time?"<br />Is there really coincidence<br />Or is luck just in your mind?<br /><br />If God tells you to go,<br />There's already a plan.<br />He knows why you're there,<br />Your life in His hands.<br /><br />So you don't need to worry<br />About your luck running out.<br />God knows the whole story,<br />No reason to doubt.<br /><br />Just trust in your Savior.<br />Know His way is best.<br />Believe in his power.<br />Put hope in nothing less.<br /><br />God wants you to be there,<br />Even when you're not sure.<br />Know He knows best,<br />And change how you were.<br /><br />There's no such thing as luck.<br />Coincidence is a lie,<br />When you trust in your Jesus,<br />And head for the sky.<br /><br />-Tori Westrick<br />August '09<br /></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-26113008009373268552009-08-08T21:49:00.002-04:002009-08-08T22:01:49.585-04:00Broken & Beautiful<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfcU-pG25UK7U5ITUkd1ESRI-CeeMsIsetpBmHs9h1uNX7neIQuzyeBHEeQGR-awy4LNSuQ77sR9eWc510js_JI4m6FqY9e2HUyC1rErkX83A5jtBBf-LVsao8qtbGwXr_fF3fCyzqVE/s1600-h/Haiti+-+July+%2709+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfcU-pG25UK7U5ITUkd1ESRI-CeeMsIsetpBmHs9h1uNX7neIQuzyeBHEeQGR-awy4LNSuQ77sR9eWc510js_JI4m6FqY9e2HUyC1rErkX83A5jtBBf-LVsao8qtbGwXr_fF3fCyzqVE/s320/Haiti+-+July+%2709+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367775782341772018" border="0" /></a>How can something so beautiful<br />be so broken?<br />When something looks like that,<br />what do you put hope in?<br /><br />Or is it the brokenness<br />that makes it beautiful?<br />Would it be the same,<br />would we feel its pull?<br /><br />The beauty is all around,<br />you just have to find it.<br />From the mountains to the city,<br />There's no place it won't fit.<br /><br />You can't heal the broken,<br />You can't change the past.<br />The only thing to do<br />Is something that will last.<br /><br />Bring light to the hurting,<br />Chase the darkness away.<br />Because when you bring Jesus,<br />He promises to stay.<br /><br />Reflect the Son.<br />Bring hope to all places.<br />Give love to the world,<br />And brighten the faces.<br /><br />When something has Jesus,<br />No matter how small,<br />His love will spread,<br />Just wait for your call.<br /><br />-Tori Westrick<br />August '09<br /></div>T♥RIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06252521687010089119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280453640112502018.post-15717688203707746652009-08-06T09:00:00.000-04:002009-08-06T09:00:03.462-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypUGg0TDQSW0maQNKigsFMtDNsK_g1G9oB5LlzjLR37mxTanMvNpaumV35N8SaIgYwnH2veRkVG4Jh2z1TRKJuZVsU4p96kl1pKZf7-dUkGylnV9Rq58uf8pICcLXUaOuKRA7lFozD2o/s1600-h/Haiti_July08+147.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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