Sometimes My Head Hurts

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26296580008261048032011-07-28T14:33:38.661-07:00Sometimes My Head HurtsA place for me to get out those things that like to cram into my head untill it hurts....AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-40219966838947129872009-04-14T23:49:00.000-07:002009-04-15T00:11:38.246-07:00Why do I worry?

I'm sitting here looking over my posts in a blog I never have time for anymore, and I realized something. Almost a year ago to the day I published this post...http://sometimesmyheadhurts.blogspot.com/2008/04/single-is-not-disease.html ...Here I am still up, trying to get things done for my wedding that is in a little over a month, my jaw hurts because I have been clenching while I sleep (the

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-43477271746680921982009-04-14T23:40:00.000-07:002009-04-14T23:44:23.410-07:00Why

Why is it that when I need you so much, words fail me and I am left Prayerless? Lord please fill my empty mouth.

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-84475418701969825702008-10-05T16:59:00.001-07:002008-10-05T17:00:15.266-07:00All I Need

Let Your love cover me I rest secure in the Shadow of your wingsAnd as I lay my head downSpeak your love over meI want to dine at your tableLet you banner fly high over meAnd as I lay my head down Speak your love over meI set my heart on you You are all I needI set my love on you You are all I needYou are all I need

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-65028448465753387812008-06-16T23:30:00.000-07:002008-06-16T23:37:50.282-07:00Beautiful Sacrifice

What can I give to youEmpty hands and the heart of a foolThis is a great exchangeI trade my filthy rags for garments white and newNot that I ever deserved What these hands of mine never could earnBut you bought it you paid the priceYou saved me with you lifeMy SacrificeBeautiful sacrificeLove laid down His lifeTo make a way for meBeautiful sacrifice Now I give my lifeYou made a way for meAnd now

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-66113052861960124872008-05-24T13:09:00.000-07:002008-05-28T22:01:51.189-07:00When I say, what I mean

JesusWhen I say "You're everything..."I really mean everything, You're in every song I sing.JesusWhen I say "You're the air I breathe..."I just don't know what I would be if you ever left me.JesusWhen I say that "I love you..."That's what I want to do, but my heart is so untrue.

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-18529348998942969832008-04-13T17:02:00.000-07:002008-04-13T17:03:53.404-07:00The Heartbreaker

I had written this post a while ago and never published it. I thought it was worth putting out there.....I love my job, I love being a nanny. But the one thing that is so hard about my job is that eventually it ends. I find it impossible to do my job well and not really love the kids I nanny for. So it is when the time comes that I am no longer needed, whether it is that the kids have outgrown me

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-2735047807363321222008-04-13T16:49:00.000-07:002008-04-13T16:53:27.206-07:00Single is not a disease

So I'm 29, not saying I'm old, but old enough to consider the possibility that I may be single for a time to come if not the rest of my life. Now single would not be my first choice, however the idea does not send me into a debilitating coma (I've noticed it does this to most girls.) I find it frustrating though whenever I voice this possibility to others the response is immediately "Oh, I'm sure

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-74486107689866621672007-12-20T13:42:00.000-08:002007-12-20T13:44:56.882-08:00...sometimes....

Sometimes its nice to be alone, sometimes its not. More to come on that topic.....

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-49271622711476609982007-11-25T21:29:00.000-08:002007-11-25T21:56:51.334-08:00Deck The Halls

So Thanksgiving is over and now its off on the mad dash to Christmas. In years passed I've balked at the materialist, humanistic commercialism that has become Christmas. But this year I thought I would give in a little and try to enjoy the "season." However its not even December and for the first time ever I have either bought or planned almost every person on my list. Am I any less stressed now

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-84256783306545716922007-10-28T23:56:00.000-07:002007-10-29T00:00:24.108-07:00What I need...

What I need is...1. Time to get more sleep2. Time to just enjoy the moment3. Time to spend outside4. Time for friendsMORE TIME!!!!....or maybe less to do.....

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-30607669019531480622007-10-21T23:48:00.000-07:002007-10-21T23:56:04.329-07:00A response

Crying eyes, void of tears.Desperate cries, no one hears.A sea of displaced childrenRoaming naked in the sand.Did God grow tired and look away?Will their sighs be heard today?Father to the fatherlessWill you guide these children home?Look and see.Say a prayer.Act and be the answer.We are called to go and tell and love.

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-84889980210057980042007-10-20T21:56:00.000-07:002007-10-22T22:13:08.163-07:00Whatsoever things are true

I just finished watching a documentary, 'God grew tired of us.' I want to call it good, but it wasn't...I cried a solid 10min at the beginning. I want to call it terrible, but it was true. It was the story of the lost boys of Sudan. It was heart wrenching, just another horrible thing that men do to others in the name of power, money and religion. In the beginning of the movie the show pictures of

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-60890574514587124182007-10-19T21:32:00.000-07:002007-10-22T22:11:57.283-07:00Can you hear the Music?

I've hit kind of a dry spell in my song writing, I thought I would try to express without the music. The problem is that as I write I have to sing in my head...I'm not sure this is working. Hmmm, I don't like it any better sans music. What do you think?Shades of red, a purple hueColors crafted by You.Dancing in a setting skyAs your glory delights my eye.Who can compare to you?Who would try?Your

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-2339617894589434532007-10-18T13:22:00.000-07:002007-10-22T22:13:30.696-07:00Opinion Shminion

Sometimes I find the discussion of doctrines both mentally stimulating and mind numbing at the same time. There are times when hearing someones opinion of a subject, it is apparent that they have made up their mind on the matter and then mold all information to fit that opinion. I guess this goes well beyond Biblical doctrines and on into every other area of life. Then that makes me wonder how

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-36326020655405603972007-10-16T13:46:00.000-07:002007-10-22T22:13:55.284-07:00Its the little things

When life gets so crazy and my thoughts are so loud in my head, its at those times I love being a nanny the most. Kids are so completely in the moment and in order to connect with them I need to be too. What would I do without tickle time and book reading, snack time and little adventures (that are really just trips to the mall.) My favorite thing is when one of the kids will come up to me and

AnnaMarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07524641451844607134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629658000826104803.post-55196299829395356502007-10-16T00:02:00.000-07:002007-10-22T22:14:09.876-07:00Runaway life

Do you ever look at your life and wonder where YOU fit into it? Sometimes I feel as if life is living me and not the other way around! How can I stop and be still? How can I make every day count when I'm losing count of the days?

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