God is America's King, She thought: Americans won't obey any king on earth. Americans are free. That means they have to obey their conscience. No king bosses Pa , he has to boss himself. Why (she thought) when I am a little older, Pa and Ma will stop telling me what to do, and there isn't anyone ele who has the right to give me orders. I will have to make myself be good.
Her whole mind seemed to be lit up by that thought. This is what it means to be free: It means you have to be good. "Our father's God, author of liberty-" The laws of Nature and of Nature's God endow you with a right to life and libterty. Then you have the right to be free."
-Laura Ingals Wilder, Little Town on the Prarie (My most beloved and treasured books of all time)
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Lauging with Lauren
I just got off the phone with Lauren, a friend from Tallahassee that I have not spoken to in quite sometime. I do not have a beautiful, flattering photograph of this beautiful, flattering young woman, but I must say we had some beautiful, flattering times together back in the hick, redneck bible-belt and sorority girl filled land of Tallahassee, Florida. (I mean no offense by any of these terms by the way)
We had a deep and meaningful discussion together about the atrocities of facebook. I asked her if she prayed for hours by candle light for my feelings on facebook. She responded with an "Oh, Jo Anna I miss you. I don't even know what to respond to that but I miss you."
These conversations are what makes Laughing with Lauren so great. I miss that too:(
We had a deep and meaningful discussion together about the atrocities of facebook. I asked her if she prayed for hours by candle light for my feelings on facebook. She responded with an "Oh, Jo Anna I miss you. I don't even know what to respond to that but I miss you."
These conversations are what makes Laughing with Lauren so great. I miss that too:(
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- crazyjojames
- I am married to a man named Isaiah James. We got married on July 6th 2007. I knew him less than a year. We speculate often about the first time we saw each other around a camp fire and our first impressions: (Him) "Oh there's another pretty girl who I'll probably never talk to-she seems like she has her entire life all put together and figgured out" (Me) Oh, That boy Isaiah, he looks so.... meloncholy." First impressions.....are often wrong.
