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Name: Candice
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Bucks County
Birthday: 11/23/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: i love God, i love to sing, i love my matt, i love to make wishes, i love the beach, i love new york, california, pennsylvania, i love shoes.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
8/12/2004
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|  That is my nephew Joseph. He recently started walking and was looking at me through a the glass door in that picture. I love him so much that words cannot describe it. {I cant imagine the love a mother has for her own child} Back to the walking...before he started, and like all other children, he took many "first steps" and we, as the adults, stood behind him and made sure to be ready for him to fall. And this went on for a few weeks until he got the hang of walking on his own. And now, Joseph is walking around everywhere. Auntie Candice no longer gets to hold him and cuddle him because he wants to be let go. Isnt that true of our own life? I know I try to come alongside my sisters in Christ and encourage them to walk right with God. {I am not saying I have it all together...I dont} In ministry this happens daily. But, there comes a point in time where you have to let go. And let them fall. But be there when they need help getting back up to balance their walk again. That is the hardest part for me. I want to help them avoid scrapes, and bruises, but sometimes I have to just let go. That is what God does for us sometimes. He lets us take control {as though we know better} and then when we fall {which we will} He lovingly picks us up, fixes our wounds, and takes us back. Amen! | | |
| just because i am the admin assistant, doesnt mean i control everything. i have no control over the fact that people dont return calls, cancel appt.'s, forget to do things. i do my part. sooooo please stop being rude to me.
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| i dont know why i worry as much as i do. and i also dont know why i blame myself for things. God is a God of grace and mercy, but i dont treat myself the way He treats me. i also dont trust Him enough. seriously, He cares for the birds of the field, so why do i doubt that He will care for me. praise Him for His goodness and for this life of mine. i am so blessed!
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| My first Cabbage Patch Doll was named Pam. Her body was stuffed with cotton, and I wrote in pen all over her, and I made sure to write her name on her heart. Pam.
This weekend I went to my parents house to sort through the many boxes of "stuff" I left when I got married and moved away. I picked some beautiful serving trays and plates, got some fun Christmas decorations, and then my mom walked me over to "the box." I opened it and memories of being a little girl playing with her dolls flooded into my mind and ran out of my eyes down my face. I had Pam, and a cheerleader Cabbage Patch Kid, and a blond Cabbage Patch Kid. I also had a pillow that I'd sown in 7th grade Home Economics Class, and a beautiful Asian doll from my Grandparents.
Then came all of my 20 + journals that I had written growing up. I read them and re-lived everything. It was almost too much to take. I found myself to be a 16 year old girl in high school again, reading about her first boyfriend, her first heart break, and her first semester in college. In all of it I was always striving to be closer to God and to follow His will. But there were many times that I did not.
I couldn't throw out my dolls, journals, or artwork. What harm will they do sitting in boxes? I feel if I throw them out I will be throwing out that part of my life, and I am not ready to do that. I want to keep those memories as vivid as possible so I know where I came from that makes me who I am today.
The main thread throughout my life was and always will be God's guidance. He protected me through everything, and is continuing to take my hand and guide me forward.
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| i went home to PA this weekend to attend a Ladies Retreat with my mom.  it was weird b/c i have always considered PA my "home" even though i am married and have been in NY for almost 2 years. im going to be honest. i spent these first 2 years hating New York. sometimes with a passion. i asked God why He led Matt and myself with these people, in this city. i came from a suburban, quiet, grassy, animal friendly place...and there is no quiet, hardly any land, and rough people here. and it is funny b/c after this weekend i found myself longing to be back in NY. i felt out of place in suburbia. as much as i fought it, the new yorker has made its way into WHO i am. God knew all along that i would fit in. He knew all along how much i could (and still can) handle. i always knew that it is God's will for us to be here, but i never totally understood how i would make that work. i came here as a meek, shy-ish girl who never really spoke up for herself. while i am still meek, i do know how to speak up b/c if you don't you won't survive. literally.
God has been my only refuge, and it is only b/c He made it extremely clear to me that i need to be here that it is now my home, actually Our home.
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