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jim elliot said...
he is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.
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about me
jambo. jina langu ni
clay noe.
i'm 29. i like chai, missions, adventure sports, curry, democracy, text messaging, hiking, a good hoodie, my church and kentucky basketball.
i do not like olives, injustice, dumb drivers, golf, liars, wearing suits for prolonged periods of time, or duke basketball.
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what i'm twittering
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lee university
kwazulu-natal radio
greenpeace
int'l christian concern
the joshua project
uk mens basketball
operation world
DATA
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pastor david boggs
just joshin
inkelshead
tomtom
dancing it out
krystel
a.day.in.the.life.of.me.
angie girl
jimnjen
the ever expanding mind
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other blogs i like
cogwm
flowerdust | anne jackson
foreign times
global voices online
hope4thenations
irresponsible journalism
mulier sapien
neils notes
perry noble
pinkhairedgirl
ragamuffin soul
scott hodge
sunburned
the wonderful noise
travis johnson
urban onramps
white african
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dear God,
sometimes i wonder if You've fallen off the throne and aren't paying attention anymore. but then i remember that You promised never to leave or forsake me.
sometimes i wonder what You've done and why You've placed me where i am. but then i remember that you gave us free will to make our own choices and that You love me in spite of the bad ones.
sometimes i wonder if it's worth it. but then i remember from where You've brought me.
help me to keep remembering, keep believing, keep trusting.
sincerely,
clay
at dinner tonight, my cousin tried to hook me up with one of her sorority sisters. she said "this girl is wealthy and doesn't have any diseases!" wow. i didn't quite know what to say to that one. although i find wealth and the lack of diseases attractive.
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i've run 22 miles this week. 22. after i ran my long run this morning, i rewarded myself with 2 krispy kreme donuts. te amo krispy kreme.
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in two days my father will have medical insurance for the first time in FOUR YEARS! can i get a shondai?!
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i had a fun birthday this week. got a few books. getting a spiffy running watch. i'm a happy camper.
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in less than a month i'm going on vacation. goodbye america!
if you're from louisville, you've inevitably seen the "keep louisville weird" bumper stickers, pins, shirts, etc. all around the city. it's an unofficial motto of sorts.
and it's true. louisville is weird.
while i was running through a park in the highlands today, i saw this painted on the pavement. yes, it is a picture of a unicycle. there were plenty of pictograms of bicycles and pedestrians, but there in the mix in a random spot of the path was this unicycle.
and as an end note, i did not see one person on a unicycle today. but there's always tomorrow.
this was in my daily reading today via youversion mobile. and boy did it hit the nail on the head or what!?
forget about what's happened; don't keep going over old history. be alert, be present. i'm about to do something brand new. it's bursting out! don't you see it? there it is! i'm making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands.
isaiah 43:18-19
the message
so when i saw this blog in my rss reader, i knew it was going to be interesting. go check it out.
twitter as a spiritual discipline.
 i was only seven years old, standing on the side of the road waiting to cross so i could jump in the backseat of the church van where the cool kids sat. but i never made it.
i tried to cross the street but my feet had sunk in the recently poured tarmac. i fell into the side of a ford bronco going around 45 mph and i fell face first. the pattern of the tire tread was embedded into my stomach. my left leg flew up and caught the bumper, which ripped my left leg off and threw the rest of me up in the air about fifteen feet. i landed in the middle of the street, mangled and bloody. the impact of landing on the tarmac had broken my left arm and torn a hole in my head so deep and wide that you could see a decent size portion of my skull. my right leg was also broken in three places. blood was gushing out of my eyes, nose, mouth and ears. because the main artery to my left leg was severed, blood rushed out in a rhythmic motion with every beat of my heart. my kidneys, spleen and liver were also injured.
my family and the other people around saw the entire thing. i remember my mother, father and jim campbell, the music minister of the church, coming over and telling me everything would be all right. suddenly everything went white. i looked up and saw the most angelic face staring back at me. at that exact moment, i stopped crying and started speaking in tongues for the first time in my life. i laid there, looking around at the cars going past me, listening to everyone pray for me and knowing that i was going to die. i thought the angel was there to take me to heaven. i told my father, "i love you. i just want to tell you that before i die."
the ambulance came, gathered all of me up and took me to the local hospital where a plethora of tests began. they were going to sew up my nub and not even attempt to re-attach my leg. my father asked my pediatrician what she would do if it were her child. the answer came fast and furious: go to a larger, better hospital four hours away.
unlike humpty dumpty, they were able to put me back together again and in half the amount of time the doctors said. they said i would be in the hospital for at least six weeks; i was in the hospital for three weeks. they said i would be in a body cast from the shoulders down for twelve weeks; i was in a body cast from the shoulders down for six weeks. just goes to prove that they, and it doesn't matter who your "they" is, don't have the last word. He does.
the very first time i spoke in africa was when i was fifteen years old. i was on a mission trip and they shoved the microphone in my face and said "testify". i was horrified. i knew i was on a mission trip but i hadn't really ever thought about having to say something. so i told them about what had happened to me eight years prior. some cried. some looked at me in amazement. some tried to touch my leg. and some accepted Christ because of my story of His love and grace.
today is the 21st anniversary of my accident. i still don't have a full range of motion with my left leg, but at least i have a leg. and i can still tell my story. but more importantly, i can still tell His story.
3g capabilities
microsoft exchange
global positioning system
flush headjack
ability to save images from email/web
language support
ahhh... so nice, so nice
i went to the gym on friday totally exhausted. saying that last week was incredibly stressful is a gross understatement. but i knew i needed to run and work off some stress. i stretched and got on the treadmill. and i ran. and i kept running. and a few miles later all sorts of endorphins were racing through my body and i felt incredible.
while i'm training my body for upcoming races, i'm also training my mind and my spirit.
today has been sort of a memorial day for me. i had a come-to-Jesus-meeting with myself and got some things straightened out. it was hard. it hurt. but it was necessary.
if it is to be, it is up to me.
so i'm gonna keep on running.
so these are my parents and today they've been married for 35 years.
my father was a full-time pastor until a few years ago when he retired. my mother was his side-kick. they'd go to hospitals together, to visit the sick together, to the church office together.
and after all they've been through, they're still in love.
happy anniversary mom and dad!
ok, not exactly a jet plane. more like a dodge durango. but you get my point.
i'm purposely leaving my computer in louisville this weekend. no myspace. no facebook. no blog. no RSS reader. just time away from, well, time away from everything really. but i will be on twitter.
so follow me.
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