Main Entry: an·noy Pronunciation: \ə-ˈnȯi\Function: verbEtymology: Middle English anoien, from Anglo-French anuier,ennoier, from Late Latin inodiare to make loathsome, from Latin in + odium hatred — more at odiumDate: 13th century
1: to disturb or irritate especially by repeated acts 2: to harass especially by quick brief attacks
And I know a father Who had a son He longed to tell him all the reasons For the things he’d done He came a long way Just to explain He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping Then he turned around and headed home again
There was this one time in Israel, when we were out roaming the Old City and we were talking about our lives, and trying to sort through one another. We were asking questions of one another trying to see deeper into one another which was sort of inspirational. Erica was like, EVERYONE remembers this, Who was your first crush ever? Oh common you remember him and you know it! Hahaha, the funny thing is that we all did! We all remembered a lot about them. Its funny how that works. I remember where this kid lived, and that he had brown hair and liked to wrestle and wrestle with me ( mind you I was a little tomboy HAHA obv.), and that we made forts in his back yard. I also remember that his parents got a divorce and he had to move away when he was 6. This kid and me, his name was Jesse, (if you were wondering) we were attached at the hip, I’m sure my mom even remembers him. His dad was hardcore and kind of rough and his mom just left. They couldn’t afford the house and they left. How did my 6 year old little mind understand all this ish? I can’t tell you. But its weird. It’s weird how I can remember things from back then so to the point, and now it takes forever for me to memorize things. I wish that I had learned a language at a young age. That would have been helpful.
I guess its also a nice memory to think of Jesse, because all memories of him are GOOD. I can’t think of one bad time that I had? I think that is also the beauty of having a child’s mind. You can look past something silly like he pushed you off the swing because it was his turn. There is always the point when I just think about who I would be if this kid actually stayed in Newington and made an impact on my life? Would we still be friends? I do not know.. but It’s nice to have the mind of a child because fights, they really aren’t worth the time. Worrying really isn’t worth the anxiety, and Thinking about things that wont ever happen is just plain a waste of your life. So I have to not think about what would be different if he was still here. I pray he is doing well.
Idk, I’m in a weird mood right now. But God is good and so is sleep, so I leave you tumblr with this..:”We continually remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.”
This is the prayer I am going to start helping me push toward decisions for the summer. Hope all goes as God has planned it, it will anyways :P.
This is interesting. My first crush was a girl named Rachel and she had leukemia. It was in pre-school and I was four. We used to hang out and play with those cardboard brick blocks. I remember it being a lot of fun. My mom and her parents took us to Millwoods to go swimming. We never went in, because we thought the water was really gross, so we made sandcastles. Then one day my mom told me she died. I didn’t know what that meant and my parents had to explain it to me. I still think about her from time to time.
“The truth is that there is nothing noble in being superior to somebody else. The only real nobility is in being superior to your former self.”—Whitney Young US civil rights leader (via tapwaterjackson) (via quote-book)