Heaven Forbid |
Twenty years, it's breaking you down, now that you understand there's no one around. Take a breath - just take a seat. You're falling apart, and tearing at the seams. Heaven forbid y...
Posted by Heidi on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 07:58:00 PST |
I need a fix in those heroine eyes |
so tonight i was at the internship picnic and a missionary from brazil spoke. he said that we need to be ready to go anywhere. even the u.s. he gave the illustration that if his son ...
Posted by Heidi on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 07:11:00 PST |
I am the dirt beneath Your nail |
i feel very lonely. i miss my korean friends and the philippines more than anyone could ever know, and i do not want to own up to all the responsibilities that i have here. all the worries...
Posted by Heidi on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 11:39:00 PST |
I Feel the Wind |
today is the day of prayer on campus. we went to prather park and camp toccoa, and let me tell you, the Lord has spoken to me. I was with five guys and me. it was amazing. thes...
Posted by Heidi on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 01:58:00 PST |
You Could Be Happy, I Hope You Are. |
I want it to be said of me that: The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was 'love'.
I wish you would realize this: For once I want to be the car crash, not always just the t...
Posted by Heidi on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 02:04:00 PST |
the fam of the year |
i miss when we would climb up the stairs backwards, using only our hands, when it was bedtime. and when dad would "walk" us upstairs while we sat on his feet, holding onto his leg when we w...
Posted by Heidi on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 11:03:00 PST |
a large juicy cheeseburger for lunch, please. |
Why don't people wash their hands anymore? I was picking up some friends after fall break from the atlanta airport, and i was in the bathroom, after using those facilites, and i was washing my h...
Posted by Heidi on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 11:02:00 PST |
Memoirs of a girl who is slightly confused about how to cook a t-bone steak |
i think my favorite thing to do is drive with the windows down, playing music with the volume up, singing and dancing along. I don't like windshield wipers, I like the smell of gasoline, but not...
Posted by Heidi on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 08:05:00 PST |
To Write Love On Her Arms |
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Mus...
Posted by Heidi on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 12:34:00 PST |
