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I went to the British Library and before I knew it I had been there for a couple hours! It was now closing time. The Library has some of the most amazing text's: Journals from Captain James Cook on his journey to find Antarctica*, Leonardo De Vinci, and many works of Shakespeare. There were a lot of religious texts, which I was the most interested in, including: The Wicliffite Bible (1384), the

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While working with Sterling for Mr. Bill one day, the Lord showed me an odd example of the importance of one’s surroundings. Mr. Bill owns a decent trailer park and occasionally, meaning all the time, he moves things around his property to get ready for the next project. Today, he was decorating the insides of one of his trailers. He asked Sterling and I to go grab the desk from one of his old

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On a typical warm sunny day, I sat by The Tree on the Oklahoma State lawn to journal before class. As people sit by the tree people are naturally drawn. Right as I was starting to sit down a dude said, “Hey man, can I bum a cigarette from you?” “Sorry bro, I don’t smoke. I look like it though”, I replied. “It’s cool, thanks anyway.” I began to write again, while overhearing the guy talk about

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So I have been back in the states for quite some time now. Moods, emotions, thoughts, and beliefs have been everywhere in good and bad ways. When pondering what my return would be like I considered what they call Re- culture shock. Aahh I’ll be fine. I left a wonderful environment with loving friends and family, how hard can going back be? Well, those of you who know me probably can pick up on

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When viewing these pictures remember, be encouraged, enlightened, or challenged by these few thoughts...God's glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren't heard, their voices aren't recorded, But their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere. God makes

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Caleb and I booked cheap flights to Ireland to meet Laura Ahern and Chelsea Dudeck 2 days before we left. Our train to get to the airport in Italy was cancelled, so we had to hitch there. We finally arrived in Mestre (right by Venice) and enjoyed the diverse culture. A manly man, yet so peaceful guy from Cameroon with dreads gave us directions to a park for over 25 minutes. It was great! We

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Guys if you have the chance to study abroad, do it! There is so much to say I think, so I will give you the base trip and let the pictures say the rest. Of course when I get back we can talk face to face and we will share stories.So Caleb and I skipped class Friday and took a train to Venice. We stayed there for 1.5 hours. Enough to see there was no such thing as cars and streets. There really

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Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life. ~Lord Byron~ A person finds joy in giving an apt reply-- and how good is a timely word! ~Proverbs 15:23~ I Love all who love me. Those who search will surely find me. ~Proverbs 8:17~ I have

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1-2-08We woke up in the beautiful park, but it was freezing! I could barley put my sleeping bag away. We walked a mile back into town and found a subway to get some breakfast (coffee and a cookie). Then we headed back to London and still had some time before we met lacy at the British museum. We headed for a little place called Camedon. It was crazy! It is known for all the punk/emo styles there

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I was blessed to have some of my friends see me off in the Tulsa airport on 27-1-08. That means a lot and is fun to see them one last time, for now. Then I realized that I had forgotten my camera charger right when i was supposed to go through security, so my heroic dad raced back home to get it while I went through security.He made it back and I was off...for a couple feet, because my plane to

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hmmm. I want to be pretty transparent with my thought on this thing, so maybe i will ramble a bit. ask Caleb i have gotten good at that. Do not feel like you have to read this if you do not want to, but you are invited to know some of my thoughts. Also creative writing, not my thing. talk to Jo Reese, James Firestone, or my brother if you want that.I really enjoy pictures, as i have trouble

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