Kelly (with a y)
I am Kelly (with a y).
Jesus is my rock. Art is my life. Music is my escape.
My story is here.
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Him: “But why do you care do much? Does it really affect you?”
Her: “I care because I want someone to care that much about me. I want to know that if I decided to run head long into a speeding train, someone would keep pace with me the entire time trying to stop me.”
Him: “But I do.” -
Photo reblogged from I'm Remembering!
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Link reblogged from ONE FORTY PLUS
I have no idea how to introduce this post, so I’m skipping the first paragraph.
During rehearsal on Tuesday, it came to mind that I should see my throat doctor because something didn’t feel/sound right. I went in for a visit on Wednesday and a scope of my vocal cords revealed that the granuloma…
This hurts my heart.
And my ears.
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QUESTION: Why do you think people who call themselves Christians sometimes say the most hateful things about Muslims?
WARREN: Well, some of those folks probably aren’t really Christians. 1 John 4:20 says, “If anyone says, ‘I love God,’ yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen.” And 1 John 2:9 says “Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates his brother is still in the darkness.” I am not allowed by Jesus to hate anyone. Our culture has accepted two huge lies: The first is that if you disagree with someone’s lifestyle, you must fear them or hate them. The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do. Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate.
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I am perfectly imperfect.
I make mistakes, misspeak, misunderstand, misrepresent and miss turns.
I miss people I shouldn’t.
I have bad days, bad mornings, bad nights, bad dreams and bad Chinese.
I’ve had bad Chinese a lot.
I regret things I’ve said, haven’t said, did, haven’t done, and ate.
Like bad Chinese.
There are people I don’t like and there are people who don’t like me.
There’s no hard feelings.
I’m open and guarded, willing and reserved.
I have come a long, long way, and have further to go.
I’m old enough to think I’m younger than I actually am.
My family drives me crazy and I love the ride.
I am perfectly imperfect..
and yet, I am loved.
I am loved with by a perfect Love, never failing, never condemning.
A Love that sings over me, dances over me, cheers me on and cheers me up.
A Love that picks me up, dusts me off, corrects me, disciplines me all the while loving me unconditionally.
My perfect imperfection glorifies God more than my version of perfection ever could.
While I was still imperfect, Perfection died for me. While I fought against my imperfections in vain, Perfection was winning the battle for me. When I thought my imperfections had won, Perfection stood up victorius.
He is glorified in my imperfections simply because that without Him I can do nothing.
I am perfectly imperfect. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Photo reblogged from ONE FORTY PLUS
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Quote reblogged from Clients From HellFurthermore, as freelancer you know that the routine for payments is this: sending a bill is your task and me paying it within the timeframe is mine. If I fail to do that, you must send another bill and another one until i can pay. This is normal business method, done millions of times a day all over the world. The fact that previously I paid bills with legal tender and on-time was a grand gesture on my behalf.a client’s reply to an inquiry about an unpaid bill (via clientsfromhell)
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Link reblogged from Science, Fashion, Health, Melissa.
- It improves your memory. Your brain makes sense of all that you did and learned throughout the day while you’re sleeping.
- It helps regulate your weight. Sleep deprivation causes poor regulation of the hormones that control your appetite. Sleep is also the ever important fasting period of the…
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Post reblogged from ONE FORTY PLUS
Single’s ready. Artwork is set… Just a couple more mixes, then mastering. Thanks for waiting.
JM
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