Post!

No I have not ran into anything; I am not talking about that kind of post.

What I mean is to say:
I HAVE FOUND OUT HOW TO PUT UP LINKS AND AM NOW POSTING THE GREAT NEWS!

Thanks to the blogger's help button, it showed how to put links on your blog. And so here they are, the blog links as promised, and also a few more. I actually kind of went around linking everyone because, well, I want to feel as if I have friends.

If I have missed your blog and you want it on let me know and I will put it on and if I have put your blog and you want it off let me know and I will put it off. And I apologize in advance to both.

So yeah, this IS laundry day and since I have yet to put a load in... well I will put a load in.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!







my butt hurts.

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Hello I am back and still on the subject of "P"

But this time it's for plastic surgery.

I was on Jen's blog (it's on my links!!) and was reading the one about the eyelash surgery. I had read it before but every time I wonder how some people would go to that extreme. Especially when you read the actual article and it quotes a woman with multiple plastic surgeries talking about how glad she is. I mean of course you want to look good and be attractive to other people, but if that crosses into going through operations to change your entire body... well where do you draw the line? I remember flicking through the channels and I saw this show and it was about these people who sent in videos because they weren't good looking enough and the show picked someone to do a full body makeover with surgery and everything. And this woman was so excited to be picked and to have it done, but when they interviewed her as she lay on the bed covered in bandages and recovering from the surgery, tears fell from her eyes (pretty mcuh the only part they haven't worked on) as she realised what a major decision she had made. She talked about her two little girls and how they would look at her and then look at themselves. "How can I live with myself after doing this?" she sobbed, "What are my girls supposed to think? My husband, will he ever look at me the same way again?" I remember watching it and my heart went out to her. It's so easy to succumb into the pressures that the world around brings. To be noticed and to be loved we have the impression that we need to be pretty.

But wait...

Psalm 139

1 O LORD, you have searched me
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.

3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.

4 Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.

5 You hem me in—behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.

6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?

8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,"

12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.

14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!

18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.

19 If only you would slay the wicked, O God!
Away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

20 They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.

21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD,
and abhor those who rise up against you?

22 I have nothing but hatred for them;
I count them my enemies.

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.

24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

I love this passage. It's not very long but it speaks so much. When I first read it a few years ago (at youth group actually) it blew me away. Though I don't have it memorized, I should because this is what I think of whenever I feel frustrated, alone, misunderstood, lost, ugly, and/or just plain crap. The part I italized when I read it I was in one of those stages (every girl has them, maybe even every guy too) where I was disgusted with myself. In my eyes I thought I was hideous and that no one would ever love me. And when I read it it dawn on me: "I am not a freak of nature; I am a creation of God, handwoven into who I am. God knew me even before He made me; He had my entire life mapped out before I even began it!" In other words, "God loves me just as I am!"

So who wants plastic surgery when the One who created the entire heavens and the earth so beautifully also created you?

If God thinks you're wonderful, why seek a second opinion?

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