Through My Eyes: A Journal

By Liz Root

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4/12/2002
i haven't written much here in a couple of weeks or so, for which i apologize. i haven't been close to a computer much. also, there's this stomach virus going around, so i've generally felt like crap all week. my itinerary is that i'll be in charlotte this weekend, going to MorningStar as well as a good friend's bridal shower. so maybe when i get back i'll tell of events from the weekend.

a nice thing is when a generous man from church offers to fix your car for you. well, not the whole thing, but a part of it.

"sweet jesus i need you, forgive me this sin, not hookers or heroin, gambling or gin. it sounds so ridiculous but i just can't shake this. i need a miracle, someone to help me, myself."

i remember one of my pastors from my home church talking about how so many Christians are spiritually bulimic. we eat and eat our spiritual food, we're "fed" all the time, and yet we don't use hardly any of it, so basically we're just puking it up. and we think we look so great, when really, we're dying from starvation.
yeah.


- liz r. - 4/12/2002

4/9/2002
i was going to post this big long thing, but it's really personal to me, and something i might want to publish for real someday. so until i find out whether or not it would be protected...i am not going to post it.

however, let me mention that the house i've grown up in basically my entire life is being sold. not exactly sure how i feel about this...a sadness, but not that depressing kind. more like finishing the end of a chapter. i got official residency in the state of south carolina on friday, and yesterday is when my mom called to tell me the situation. so there it is. i officially don't have a "home" to go home to anymore. or at least not the one i'm used to. i suppose one of these days i'll raise a family and create my own home. i guess it just feels like i'm finally without that one place i know i can always go to. i know that's not necessarily true, because wherever my family ends up moving, i can go there. i'm know basically everyone goes through this at some point in their lives. now it's my turn.

who knows where they will move. it's kind of exciting actually. it could be anywhere.


- liz r. - 4/9/2002