so i really like tweettering now so twit me @singing_tacos
!!! aw yeah
this is gold. this is what all covers should be like.
a few saturdays ago, when the weather was absolutely gorgeous, while i was eating with some of my friends at the park, a guy came up to me with some of his classmates with a video camera, asking us the question “what are you grateful for?” (it so happens that one of them was a classmate of mine for another class, but that’s a story for later)
i couldn’t think of anything else to say but “God.” i have so many blessings, a loving and supportive family, amazing friends, an opportunity to live in the best city in the world (wow, am i becoming that ONE girl?!!), etc.
but i can’t even enjoy all these gifts until i see who the giver is.
i think it’s like when someone you love (and who also loves you so much) gives you a pretty shabby gift, you still appreciate it so so much because, frankly, it doesn’t really matter. everyone around you doesn’t understand why you love it so much, but you love it and that doesn’t change.
yeah things aren’t perfect. i see that so plainly everyday. but i know who the giver is now and it’s not ugly anymore. it’s not unbearable. he’s the one giving these things to me. and now things are prettier again….. sigh, i’m just basking in his goodness…….. thank you God.
“Dancers Among Us” is photographed by Jordan Matter, featuring top professional dancers in everyday situations around New York City.
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God I love the continuity on this show
everybody be hatin on himym but seriously.
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woo! so as requested here is my dip-dyed hair! my lovely roommate michelle both dyed my hair and took this picture. I think I look #badass
i am always strangely intrigued by old people. i just want to talk to them forever and hear their stories and timeless wisdom.
i think it’s another reason that i got into writing for the paper. i get to talk to old people. i love that. i don’t ever want to stop!!! sometimes i want to revisit the people i shared conversations with and just keep talking to them. especially that old man at the donut pub. he was so cool, like my grandpa. he was so youthful with his words and his bright blue eyes sparkled like a child’s, but his aged hands and unforgettable metaphors speak the truth of his life and pain.
i just like old people. a lot.
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so this new show is like the story of my life…. i honestly think they did some sort of intelligence theft on my and my roommate’s life….. i feel weird but good job hbo?
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this is a little something i wrote to my worship team back at my home church two summers ago (july 2010). i stumbled upon it and decided to post it here.
Hey guys!
So while I was in L.A. and San Francisco, I was in the car a lot and read most of the time I was in the car.
One of the books I read was The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery.
Most of you probably heard of it or even read it. This was my second time reading it and there was this one part that struck me the most. But before I share that, I want to give you a quick background.
So there’s a little prince from a different star who fell in love with a rose. One day, he caught her lying to him, and because he loved her so much, he was hurt and decided to go on an adventure to give himself time to think. One of the planets he visited was Earth. Here, he came across a garden of roses and he was hurt again because the rose he fell in love with had told him that she was the only one of her kind…
However he learned far more valuable things than just that…
So here is a small passage from the novel:
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
“You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.”
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.”
When I read that, I instantly thought of our Father.
We may be beautiful, talented, and smart.
But we are nothing if we don’t have God in us. We don’t belong to anyone.
Before God chose us and before we formed a relationship with Him, we were insignificant.
But now, we know Him, and He knows us.
He has heard our cries, our pain. He has seen us dance and laugh.
And to Him, we are perfect, even if we seem like a nobody to someone else, someone else who don’t know us at all.
I just felt like sharing this with you and to encourage you :)
Just know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made! (Psalm 139)
I love you guys…
he’s been out of the competition for a few weeks but i miss hearing his voice….
cate song opened for tim be told on wednesday. i cannot stop listening to both of these amazing, talented artists/servants of God. i’ve always loved cate song’s music but she said something at the concert that seriously moved me.
the event they came for was NYU’s agape week. she said:
“to me agape means someone who accepts. someone who doesn’t want me to change, but someone who i want to change for…”
i saw her sitting next to a man, (while tim be told was performing) whom she leaned her head on his shoulder. i presume he’s her boyfriend/husband. maybe agape is him. and Him. but anyway,
this is real talk.
He is my true love. the One who sees the dark corners of my heart, yet still madly loves me. One i desire to change for.
i can’t wait to meet the one on this earth who will do the same…….
i love listening to christian songs translated in korean.
the way the lyrics are translated is kind of different,
so even the perspective seems different too.
something about the korean language is so moving and expressive. it definitely shows and paints several emotions that can’t be depicted in english!
this one’s “there is none like you”.
주님과 같이
내마음 만지는 분은 없네
오랜 세월 찾아 난 알았네
내겐 주밖에 없네
주 자비 강같이 흐르고
주손길 치료하네
고통받는 자녀 부르시니
주밖에 없네
