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We're not big on logic
but there's no shortage of irony.
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Nice is different than good.
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Oh and ...
I flunked charm school.
So what.
> Jennifer <
Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957
Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962
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Contributor to
American Cemetery
published by Kates-Boylston
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Insist on yourself; never imitate.
Your own gift you can present
every moment
with the cumulative force
of a whole life’s cultivation;
but of the adopted talent of another
you have only an extemporaneous
half possession.
That which each can do best,
none but his Maker can teach him.
> Ralph Waldo Emerson <
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Represent:
The Black Velvet Coat
Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.
Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.
And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.
I am a taphophile
Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010
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Dying is a wild night
and a new road.
Emily Dickinson
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When I am gone
Please remember me
As a heartfelt laugh,
As a tenderness.
Hold fast to the image of me
When my soul was on fire,
The light of love shining
Through my eyes.
Remember me when I was singing
And seemed to know my way.
Remember always
When we were together
And time stood still.
Remember most not what I did,
Or who I was;
Oh please remember me
For what I always desired to be:
A smile on the face of God.
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Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
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Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;
But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
So then death worketh in us, but life in you.
We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;
Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
II Corinthians 4
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On the mountains and in the valleys,
By the banks of the crystal stream,
He wandered whose eyes grew heavy
With the grandeur of his dream.
The seer whose grave none knoweth,
The leader who rent the sea,
The lover of men who, smiling,
Walked safe on Galilee --
All dreamed their dreams and whispered
To the weary and worn and sad
Of a vision that passeth knowledge.
They said to the world: "Be glad!
"Be glad for the words we utter,
Be glad for the dreams we dream;
Be glad, for the shadows fleeing
Shall let God's sunlight beam."
But the dreams and the dreamers vanish,
The world with its cares grows old;
The night, with the stars that gem it,
Is passing fair, but cold.
What light in the heavens shining
Shall the eye of the dreamer see?
Was the glory of old a phantom,
The wraith of a mockery?
Oh, man, with your soul that crieth
In gloom for a guiding gleam,
To you are the voices speaking
Of those who dream their dream.
If their vision be false and fleeting,
If its glory delude their sight --
Ah, well, 'tis a dream shall brighten
The long, dark hours of night.
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Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.
~ Ronald Reagan
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Sunday, September 5, 2010 at 12:44AM Seven-year-old Rhema Marvanne's mother, Wendi, passed away nearly two years ago, a victim of ovarian cancer.
That's when Rhema began singing.
In this particular video I don't know if it's those big brown eyes, the missing teeth, the sweet white dress, the haunting little voice ... or the sky shots or the cemetery sequence or the song, or what.
It's everything. It's Amazing Grace!
~Happy Sunday!~
Reader Comments (6)
You're right - it's everything! This is such a touching video!
I am often amazed at the precociousness of some small children. She seems to have a presence that escapes even old souls like us. I'm not sure how I feel about a seven-year-old keeping a schedule like that, but she is adorable and talented. I hope her adults look after her really well.
I agree with Sue the hobbit, But she is lovely.
Mari ... I was touched too!
Hobbit ... I totally agree on all points. I think she's darling but in my opinion she's being exploited. Aren't there child labor laws that would apply here? I personally would not pay to see her in person. It makes me sad.
Irene ... Agreed ... by featuring her video here I guess it looked like tacit approval on my part but I do not approve of the way she's being used. She's too little, and motherless. Time enough later to be whatever the Lord would have her be, when she's had a chance to grow.
Agree with all the thoughts about her being too young for such a lifestyle/schedule. Those thoughts aside, she has an amazing voice. And, if she chooses to still pursue it once she's old enough (and assertive enough) to decide/dictate her own path, I do not doubt she'll have a successful musical career.
That's great. It is good to see young ones with talent that are willing to share it.
I love that song.