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Name: Jessica
Birthday: 6/29/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: God, guitar, missions, traveling, music, dancing (swing, jazz, waltz, tango, hip-hop), spiderman, drawing, singing, theatre/acting, photography
Expertise: graphic design
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Jessi Noom
Member Since:
2/12/2005
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| Friends of Christ,
I got a voicemail this morning from my sister-in-law, Amanda, who is working in Indonesia as a teacher. This is her second school year working there. She asked me to pray for Indonesia and other Islamic countries because it is the last week of Ramadan. She said she hears a lot of chanting and drumming going on and that she can feel the spiritual pressure all around. It is a very spiritually significant time of year and Christians should pray during this time because so much spiritual awakening and warfare is going on within the Islamic faith.
To Muslims Ramadan "is considered the most venerated, blessed and spiritually-beneficial month of the Islamic year. Prayers, fasting, charity, and self-accountability are especially stressed at this time; religious observances associated with Ramadan are kept throughout the month."
Fasting and prayer...something that Christians often lack in doing. But these Muslims bury themselves in fasting and meditation during this time. They spend this month seeking Allah for truth and guidance and revelation. Let us pray that this week God will reveal to them the truth of Christ, and wisdom, and peace that surpasses all understanding. Please take time to intercede for the Muslims, and if you will, for Amanda. Pray for her protection and her ability to show Christ's truth and love to Muslims around her.
Ask other Christians today to pray also.
"The LORD is far from the wicked,
But He hears the prayer of the righteous."
Proverbs 15:29
In HIS grip,
Jessica Morgan
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| The wedding day was perfect. Thank you for your prayers. It was sunny and warm and ...from what others say
"The most beautiful wedding I've ever been to!"
"It was all so enchanting"
"I had so much fun I didn't want to leave!"
"It was perfect."
I agree!! Holy cow...God blessed our day of union so incredibly. And boy did Shane cry like a baby. When I walked down the aisle and he started crying...it was like a domino effect and every groomsmen and bridesmaid started crying and sniffles were everywhere. It sounds cheesey and ridiculous...but it was so adorable and special. Shane's best friend told me at the reception, "Jessica, I have never seen Shane cry. And I don't remember the last time I cried....it's been years! I had enough hard time holding it back when you walked up the aisle, but when I looked over and saw Shane unable to hold back his tears....I couldn't hold it in any longer."
Wow...that's incredible. Grown men crying. That's what true love is capable of...along with so much more.
The one thing I loved most about our wedding day is how it brought our families and friends together. People who would never have met otherwise coming together, celebrating, feasting, laughing, and dancing together. It was amazing how our families (especially our siblings) meshed so well. They were like best friends from childhood. I loved to look over at them and see them all laughing hysterically and dancing together. Our families were meant to be joined. And our wedding did just that. Now my sisters communicate with Shane's brothers regularly, and my friends talking with my other friends online. I love it. I knew that if I could get all the people I loved together...they too would love one another.
To wrap up this I'm-giddy-and-in-love-and-happily-married-and-could-go-on-for-hours-about-it schpeel....God is so good. Praise Him for making the human race a relational race.
P.S. Shane and I are living in Siloam Springs...if you're bored and you're in the area...let me know. I'm unemployed and often bored. And I need friends....as do most of us. :) | | |
| Dear Friends....I have one thing to ask you to pray for.
My wedding day. Mostly that it doesn't rain. The forecast for the day before my wedding says scattered thunderstorms. Tomorrow I'll find out the forecast for my big day. We should have a plan B since it's an outside wedding...but I'm trusting God has it under control. He's pretty good at that.
Thanks guys.
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| Ali climbs on the back of Evan's recliner...the one he's sitting in playing guitar. "Ali...I'm trying to learn a new song..." She sits behind him almost pushing him out of the chair. "Ali....I'm tryin------and I just touched your boob, Ali. That's weird."
Haha....man. We're all up in each other's space it's ridiculous. I was in the kitchen today while mom was making dinner and Ali and Evan both walked in and started talking about two completely different things. It was crazy. Then Dad walked in and started talking. Man...felt like the old days when we all used to live in the house.
I swore I was going to be productive today. I guess I was somewhat. I found out transportation and hotel information for our wedding night. I also sent Dayspring my resume and portfolio. I'm hoping I can get SOME kinf of job this summer. Shane and I have to survive. REAL LIFE is finally starting to hit us.
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| It's been awhile since I've been in the same room as my lil sis and brother. I love 'em to death...but dang am I frustrated right now. This room is the only one I can hook my laptop up to the internet. Somehow the siblings got their hands on my precious macintosh and they left dirty prints aaaaalll over it. They aren't children. They're both legal adults...but only legally.
Dang. I'm frustrated at a lot of things. Anyone seen the movie North Country? Holy cow...so much anger and aggression has built up inside me just because of that movie. It was inspired by a true story...and my mom was right "It's the movies that reveal truth that are the hardest to watch." So...hah...I have this great dislike towards men right now (the jerk men...not every man) . I'm no feminist...but I am a fighter and hater of injustice. Man or woman. People matter. And some people are so freakin' full of themselves. Do they matter? Those who hurt and disdain the lives of others; do they matter?? It's extremely hard for me to care about those people. I'm not fighting for those people. They obviously want nothing to do with good anyway. ...God...help me not to hate. How did Christ love those who disgraced him and spit on him? HOW??? I know he loved even the worst....but I also know that Jesus spoke out for the oppressed and weak. And I will too. You may think I'm just oversensitive and defensive when I respond strongly to sexist comments and degrading attitudes. You betcha I'm gonna respond. It's not cool to make even "joking" comments about the character of others.
Man...how does one release this aggression without ....becoming just another big jerk?
on the upside mom and i had a really fun shopping spree yesterday for my wedding. got some vases, paper lanterns, plates, and cute honeymoon clothes for me. i even got a sweet cowboy hat. first one i've ever owned and mom says i look great in it. it's been a long time since i've bought anything special for myself. a LONG time.
and i'm really excited about getting married, guys. there's one man in this world who's got me taken aback by his love. and not for just me. for the world. so, boys, if you're wanting to know what it takes: LOVE. big love. not chocolates-and-flowers love, but i'd-give-my-life-for-my-woman-the-hungry-and-the-poor love. It's not an obsession with Jessica...it's a hunger for love and a desire to give it....and not just to me.
Man. If you've stuck with me this far in the post...I'm impressed. I guess writing is a good way to release the aggression. Hopefully most of it's gone and I won't end up gnashing out on my brother again. Poor Evan. Don't worry, I apologized.
PS...Evan and I went with my sister and her husband, Marcus, to get his forearm guitar-with-flames tattoo colored in today. His half-brother showed up at the parlor the same time we did and turns out he was getting a tattoo colored in to. What tattoo? A guitar with flames on his forearm. HOW WEIRD!! They both had the same tattoo on their forearm...not exact of course...but REALLY close. Aaaaaand, when they were done they compared and the colors were almost identical. It was so crazy. I think Marcus told the story a million times today and I thought I would make it a million-and-one.
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