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  • Andrea 6:29 pm on March 28, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    Witty Gamertags or IDs (more to come) 

    pot hole mole
    invu4uraqt
    opt in
    suffixual
    crushiferous
    quackoid
    mustache mania
    according to hoyle
    zip it
    zonkey donkey
    xmt but nmp
    quasi primo

     
  • Andrea 5:47 pm on January 31, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    The Parable of the Sower by Jesus Christ 

    Behold, a sower went forth to sow; And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up: Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth: And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away. And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them: But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold.

    Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.
    Hear ye therefore the parable of the sower.

    When any one heareth the word of the kingdom, and understandeth it not, then cometh the wicked one [the devil], and catcheth away that which was sown in his heart. This is he which received seed by the way side.

    But he that received the seed into stony places, the same is he that heareth the word, and anon with joy receiveth it; Yet hath he not root in himself, but dureth for a while: for when tribulation or persecution ariseth because of the word, by and by he is offended.

    He also that received seed among the thorns is he that heareth the word; and the care of this world, and the deceitfulness of riches, choke the word, and he becometh unfruitful [figuratively, concerning spiritual output].

    But he that received seed into the good ground is he that heareth the word, and understandeth it; which also beareth fruit, and bringeth forth, some an hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.

     
  • Andrea 9:06 pm on January 6, 2011 Permalink | Reply  

    eBates.com–I’m referring this to you guys! 

     
  • Andrea 1:32 pm on December 1, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    Things To Love About Winter (I’ll be adding to this…) 

    1. Waking up on the 25th and seeing magically pure white flakes falling, knitting into the white blanket below it
    2. Snuggling up by a fire, getting rosy cheeks
    3. Hot chocolate and cookies
    4. Twinkling ornamental lights brightening up houses at night
    5. Breath frost
    6. Icicle popsicles
    7. Snowcream (i must try this this year–like ice cream but made from snow)
    8. Men made of gingerbread
    9. Pom pom toboggans and long scarves
    10. Taking a rocket through a star field during a night snow shower on an empty road with your high beams on
    11. Hovercraft snow flakes turning the road into a swirly river
    12. Rising early in the morning to hear those two wonderful words: School’s cancelled
    13. Classics from your childhood ride the radio waves for a month
    14. Families reunite to feast and give you presents
    15. Reminder of the wonderful Gift sent to the world so long ago to allow us to enter heaven’s pearly gates–and all you have to do is accept
    16. Skating on ice
    17. Wearing toe socks

     
  • Andrea 7:49 pm on October 19, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    Who cares? 

    Jesus cares. In our hymnal it is #355.

    “1. He cares when you’re troubled and the whole world seems wrong,
    He cares when the trials try to silence your song;
    He cares when you’re lonely, though you laugh with the throng–
    Jesus cares.

    Yes, Jesus cares. He cares when your heart aches;
    Take him your many burdens: Jesus cares.

    2. He cares when you stumble in the heat of the day,
    He cares when you’re burdened and too weary to pray;
    He cares when you fail Him, when your feet go astray–
    Jesus cares.
    3. He cares when you’re stricken and your strength starts to wane,
    He cares when you tremble with fever and pain;
    He cares when you’ve struggled but the work seems in vain–
    Jesus cares.

    Yes, Jesus cares. He cares when your heart aches;
    Take him your many burdens: Jesus cares.”

    Does Jesus care? #348

    “1. Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
    Too deeply for mirth or song,
    As the burdens press,
    And the cares distress,
    And the way grows weary and long?

    O yes, He cares, I know He cares,
    His heart is touched with my grief;
    When the days are weary,
    The long nights dreary,
    I know my Savior cares.

    2. Does Jesus care when my way is dark
    With a nameless dread and fear?
    As the daylight fades
    Into deep night shades,
    Does He care enough to be near?
    3. Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed
    To resist some temptation strong;
    When for my deep grief
    I find no relief,
    Though my tears flow all the night long?
    4. Does Jesus care when I’ve said good-bye
    To the dearest on earth to me,
    And my sad heart aches
    Till it nearly breaks,
    Is it aught to Him? Does He see?

    O yes, He cares, I know He cares,
    His heart is touched with my grief;
    When the days are weary,
    The long night dreary,
    I know my Savior cares.”

    Three Questions

    When the tickle in your nose
    isn’t from a sneeze
    When you’re not at ease
    and you’re on your knees,
    Who hears your pleas?

    When the scowl on your brow
    isn’t from bitter food
    When you’re in a mood
    and you feel it brood,
    Who, for you, cooed?

    When the smile upside-down
    isn’t from sour taste
    When you think it’s a waste
    and you feel like paste,
    Who’ll come posthaste?

    When you see these questions, three
    and many more
    With a negative score
    and you’re feeling sore
    When the dealing’s poor
    and problems galore
    When wounded at the core
    and you fell for the lure,
    Open the door.

    –Andrea Miller, 1/24/10 12:07am

     
    • rcottrill 9:46 am on December 19, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for including Frank Graeff’s fine hymn, “Does Jesus Care?” Today is the 150th anniversary of his birth. If you enjoy reading about our hymns and their authors, I invite you to check out my daily blog on the subject, Wordwise Hymns.

  • Andrea 6:33 pm on September 17, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    Because of the wind. 

    A poem.

    The wind swiftly paints itself on a still pond
    A shade of reflected light brightening
    Contageous. It spreads like a smile on the face
    Or love on a spectacular summer night
    Hearts glowing with the fireflies and shooting stars.
    Purified billows of white float in the sky of utter blue
    Shaggy trees let their limbs flow with the wind’s gentle tug
    Like the one on your shirt when she wants to kiss you
    With smooth, soft lips of rosy pink
    Blushing, full vigor, innocent as flower petals lighting from the orchard tree
    Fields lay: ready for a checkered blanket and two bodies tumbling
    Breath.

    Andrea Miller
    9/16/10 ~6pm

     
  • Andrea 2:56 pm on September 1, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    I’ll have the uh…Serious, with a dash of salt and hold the mayo. 

    Here’s that post from March 16 that I’ve been letting age gracefully.

    Is it seriously uncool to be serious online?
    Or is it all the time
    that you feel sublime?

    I don’t know what it is, but I feel like everybody just shrugs off all of the serious things that are brought up. The subject is quickly averted, and I feel no one truly listens to what I have to say unless it’s
    some kind of joke
    and it really provokes
    me.

    It doesn’t float my boat to always be bouncing off surface waves of laughter and chuckles. It’s avoidance to the Nth degree and it’s no way to be satisfied with life, which is more than mere intermittent exhalation. Somewhere along the line someone’s feelings will get hurt and then what? Everybody shrugs it off–they don’t know how to deal with it any other way. And that hurt person will feel there is no other way but to isolate themselves from those people, or otherwise join them and forget their feelings–become a robot.

    You know the jobs that they don’t need people anymore for, like factories and phone calls, because they have machines to do it for them? The way things are going, you won’t need friends.

    Now…I know people who wouldn’t even take this post seriously if they read it. They would say I’m “overreacting”, “complaining”, or just blow it off and move on, like birthday candles. That’s it.
    I don’t know what else to do
    if language doesn’t even get through
    to you.

    I’m not saying everything needs to be serious. Not at all.
    No, you need not let your spirit fall.
    But please hearken to my earnest call.
    Use your sense before you “lol”.

    Now, the reason I’ve held this draft without posting it is because I was going to post a link to a sermon preached recently after I drafted this that had something interesting in it, though I can’t recall what it was now, but I tried going through the sermons and couldn’t find it. You’re free to listen to them at http://www.lynchburgfaithbaptist.com/sermons-music/sermons/

     
    • erchamion5 9:08 pm on September 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      Dear girl,
      You are a realist. Realists of the past knew how to balance the careless energy of temporal thought, with all its frivolity and ephemeral satisfactions, with the sure gravity of the eternal viewpoint. Temporal thoughts give us what Solomon called “vanity and vexation of spirit.” The eternal viewpoint dares to ask the question, “Does this really matter? I mean, really?”
      Too often people find realism to be dark and brooding, but I say that it is rather too bright to look it. People avoid it for the same reason that those who flourish in the dark flee from the light of truth.
      Accountability? True empathy? The problem of pain? Gravity and soberness? Our flesh wants not these things. Give us candy! Let us eat cake!

  • Andrea 9:02 pm on May 8, 2010 Permalink | Reply  

    Childhood truthfulness vs. Adult conscience 

    Is it bad that I want to say things to people that will, in all probability, hurt their feelings–or make them angry/in denial–but I feel they need to hear?

    Is this feeling stemming from resentment toward people or feeling people need to wake up to their own reality of hypocricy/ill-judgement? Or is it from something else?

    Let me help clarify what I mean when I say resentment toward people. People are corrupt–full of sin–they intentionally murder, rape, lie, use, abuse, begrudge, backbite, neglect, and evoke a whole host of other injustices to people–their very own distant relatives that is the human race–and even not-so-distant relatives. I find bad qualities in myself as well, so don’t worry that I don’t; it’s inevitable as we’re all cursed with sin since Adam and Eve disobeyed God in the Garden of Eden. But my point is that people push my buttons…I much prefer animals, to make my point clearer. There is so much good we can learn from animals, like patience, for one example; an animal can be in excruciating pain and still not lash out against people.

    EXTRA EXTRA! I just got news of something that happened in California this past Wednesday. Check this story out [and prepare to be enraged]:
    http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/05/06/california-students-sent-home-wearing-flags-cinco-mayo/
    The very flag thousands of American soldiers have DIED for (and we take the term of soldier death too casually. Soldiers have families and are people just like you and I, but would–and HAVE–given up their lives, their very being, to save you or I any given day for THIS COUNTRY, which IS you and I, the air we breathe, and the soil we stand on) should NEVER be a problematic emblem on any holiday, or on ANY given day, taking place in the United States of America. It’s incredible.

    I do have something to repeat–I’m still holding out on that draft I typed in March. I haven’t got around to kneading it–editing and working in the stuff I know it needs to become a better entry.

    But back to my title subject, my first impulse when I recognize a FAIL–for lack of a better description at the moment–is to call them out and set them straight, even though it may be fairly mean. But then my prefrontal cortex kicks in with the impulse control police and those thoughts get thrown back in the cell before they escape to freedom. Perhaps I have a problem with impatience and whatever else, but maybe this is temperance and I’ll just have to deal with it. One thing is for sure, I don’t want to be one of those that complains to everyone about other people, though I feel the need to talk to somebody about it because I feel like I’m going to explode. I don’t know. I guess this is part of growing up. Either that or I have some quickly-multiplicative rage.

    Until next time, Andrea

     
  • Andrea 10:17 pm on April 25, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    Things I should be doing but instead I’m writing this blog about what to do: 

    Well, first off I should be recording the past 3 days’ worth of dreams in my dream journal. For some reason, instead of writing them down in my journal, I text their summaries as a note into my phone. Then I let it get backed up until my phone has no more memory to waste on dreams.

    Now that that’s over, I’d like to recommend a half hour of your life to listen to this through and through, called “Framing Our Mind”:
    http://tinyurl.com/29p6vad

    Alright. Man, I had a list going in my head tonight. Oh, here popped one. I want to keep it kind of secret, but I want it in text to remind me in case I forget. This idea of what I want to do involves song books and empty sheet music. Among names for the final product, “Commemoration” would be a key word.

    What else…I’m pretty sure I wanted to write a poem about something. I can’t remember the subject for it though.

    Here’s another thing: My stock pile of ideas for paintings is continuously growing. I feel like I need a greater amount of memory space in my head. And I need supplies to paint with so I can get my ideas out!

    Today I felt in a pretty creative mood, stemming over from my simile-metaphorical homework answers late last night for college. I kept thinking of things to do, like with music and art and I made my boyfriend laugh! He claims it was a chuckle…but I know better. We were hanging out in the church parking lot with a few others just chatting, and kind of getting on a deeper level of communication. It was nice. We won’t get into the whole Kristine parking 6 inches from Jesse’s car thing.

    My hair wouldn’t cooperate today. Just thought I’d throw that in there. So it got put in a chopstick bun. I’m pretty sure I poked someone in the eye with it when I was hugging them.

    It rained today.

    Ahhh! Attack of the tinnitus!

    I really felt like I had more to say in this blog. I’ve dropped the blog…I mean ball. lol. Okay I’m getting too silly for the ‘net to handle.

    Until next time, Andrea

     
  • Andrea 9:24 pm on March 27, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    Earth Hour = Failure at my house. 

    Sure, I started a few minutes late. That wasn’t the problem…

    It was like pulling healthy teeth trying to get people to cooperate. It’s only an hour of your LIFE. Can’t you go without electronics for ONE HOUR!? Apparently not, in my house. I kept following behind my brother turning off lights and scolding him. He was on the laptop nearly the whole time, illuminated by the screen AND a candle I lit for him, but that just wasn’t enough. He kept turning the kitchen light on, even though he wasn’t in the kitchen. One of my older brothers came home from a meeting and asked if the electricity had gone out. I replied that we were observing Earth Hour and he chuckled and left the room. Then, as he was about to leave, he offered this rhetorical question:
    “Andrea, do you have any candles I can use for headlights?”

    I should have answered “Yes, the moon.” It is nearly full, after all. Though I don’t think a police officer would take Earth Hour as an excuse for not having your headlights on…

    It’s only one hour, folks. One year of a homo sapien’s life is 8,760 hours. And yes, I did that multiplication in the dark, writing in the air with my finger (but it is right). So just think: if you’re 20 years old, you have lived outside of the womb for 175,200 HOURS.

    If your hurdle is “Well my electricity usage or lack thereof doesn’t have a very profound effect on the earth,” you’re wrong. Everybody counts. Just as sure as your opinions count, your actions toward the environment do. Flipping a switch may be indirectly doing so, but directly or indirectly is influence either way.

    If your grudge is with “What can I do without electricity feeding me entertainment and light,” sit quietly and meditate about things, do taxes by candlelight, play board/card games, read a book, do push-ups, snuggle, nap, moon-gaze, play thumb wars, count to 1,000, WHATEVER! There are lots of things to do but we’ve let our brains go to an even mushier mush than is normal by letting TVs, computers, mp3 players and whatever else autopilot our creativity, and frankly, our lives.

    “I can’t lose that hour of my life because there is work to be done!” If that’s what you’re thinking, think again! What you don’t realize is that meditation is a much needed thing in everyone’s life. It’s needed more than clean floors, more than tidy rooms, more than your favorite show.

    AND CHEW ON THIS: 200 years ago and beyond, people did without electricity all the time. ALL the time. If they could do their chores and things without it, we can too…unless we are helpless eggs in electric incubators.

    So Eggs, I hope you ponder all of this. But wait, you’re probably too busy or something.

    Until next time, Andrea

     
    • Janie 9:28 pm on March 27, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      I love this. 🙂 And I love you. Score one for the environment! 😀 We turned off everything. The fish were even in the dark for an hour because we turned their light off as well. 🙂

      • Andrea 9:33 pm on March 27, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Well I’m glad you had some cooperation. I’m sitting in the dark as I type, kind of trying to make-up for all the electricity being wasted downstairs with all of the lamps, night lights, and regular lights that are on. One day I’ll have my own place and I’ll make the rules. I’ll shut off the breakers if I have to. But anyway, lol to the fish. I bet they were flipping out for a minute…”Bob!!!! It’s dark Bob!!!!! What do we do Bob!!!!!!!! Ow Bob!!!”

    • D 11:28 pm on June 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      This was funny to read. Earth Hour obviously means alot to you, and it must have been exasperating to experience the lack of solidarity from people you care about. For myself, it means little, especially if it only comes down to one hour, which I suspect for many people it does (but probably not you). I, on the one hand, changed all the light bulbs in my house to compact fluorescents, thereby killing kountless kilowatts from my overall konsumption. (Now THAT’S making a difference.) But on the other hand, since I may one day kallously throw them in the trash kan instead of recycling them, I must rue the teratogenic terrors I will unleash on unsuspecting wildlife. Heaven help us; we just can’t save the world.

      • Andrea 5:52 pm on July 5, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        It’s important to me because it, hopefully, causes some sort of awareness about our consumption. Americans–not to mention other countries as well–are so wasteful. Consume, consume, consume. Out with the old, in with the new. Garbage gets thrown into the earth while we just take and take, consume, and waste. Selfishness. My simple mind craves resourcefulness, reusing, etc–something like Native Americans. I do like technology, don’t get me wrong–but I think we’re taking it a bit too far when we have electronics to run our electronics and so forth. We’ve forgotten what it is to survive off of the land, to be homemakers, to be resourceful, and to waste not want not.

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