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Name: Dottie
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Austin
Birthday: 2/8/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: BBall, Soccer, the Good 'ol Lord,ultimate frisbee roadtrips, reading, gallo pinto, espanol, austin, tx, getting lost, ice blocking, being addicted to coffee, latin america, costa freakin ica, daydreaming, soccer tennis, pretending i can play guitar, singing really loudly (and badly) in my car, Calvin and Hobbes, school (i love it! ), giving my friends wierd nicknames, Kirby Lane Resturant, Kirby Queso, YWAM, traveling out of los Estados Unidos, Dance Dance Revolution, Harry Potter, bike riding to random places, the beach, surfing....or trying to surf, the Hokey Pokey
Expertise: Staying in college as long as possible
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
MSN: dotbott
Member Since:
1/21/2005
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| I just got back from church. But it wasn't at a church. And only seven people were there. But it blessed my little socks off.
A small group of us got together to pray for the Mitchells who are in Southern California because God called them there and are here for the holidays. After realizing that everyone of us is leaving Houston within the next month to go to another state or nation it ended up being everyone praying for everyone. And just sharing our hearts and what sucks and what's awesome and what God is doing and what we hope He's going to do and what we're afraid of.
It was cool. And real. And encouraging and reminded me that amidst media and structure and politics, church doesn't always have to be that complicated, or organized.
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| Its funny how quickly I grow accostomed to things. Since permanently stealing my sister's guitar when I moved to Austin, I got used to playing random worship or just making stuff up when I had some free time or inspiration or just needed to get some stress out. My neighbors probably didn't enjoy it so much, but it helped me at the end of hard days or in the middle of quiet chill ones.
Then cue Dottie in Argentina without a guitar most of the time unless I borrowed one from a friend who had a very different schedule than I. And there I was without my comfort-introverted-guitar time and living in a house with 5 women and learning a new accent and new schedule and easily some comforts and friendships of home. I had to find other times to talk to God and get some peace for my day and just time to clear my head in the most random places: on the bus, walking down the street, while heating up water for my coffee (instant of course). I know moments like these here in the states too, I think I just got really used to meeting Him in a packed bus or a walking on a dusty street, or in the house 'o estrogen.
So maybe it's culture shock but I think I miss finding Him amidst lots of people. Amidst clutter and shuffle and no AC and bustle and so much noise and life constantly going on. Here, where it is often much quieter, or just a different kind of bustle, it doesn't seem like I have to try so hard to get quiet and be still, or I forgot how to here.
But I did sing today in my backyard, perhaps again finding the neighbors a bit uneasy, or annoyed. Either way, I sang of my feet planted and made by some great strong hands, and it was quiet out there and I didn't see a soul except for a few cars driving by. And in the end, I was okay with that: the quiet, and Him, and me
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| Maybe I miss xanga.
Maybe I'm returning.
Maybe I didn't really blog much in Argentina, or really keep up with anyone else's blog. Oops.
Not that I feel like really blogging anything right now, except to say that I think I'll blog soon: here.
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| http://dstoneman.blogspot.com/
let me know what you think....I might come back to xanga......we shall see......
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| I watched my parent's lead the beginning of their small group before I headed off to work tonight. It's kind of fun to see them in action, doing their own thing completely separate from me.
They're growin' up so fast.
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