Anne Marie Miller

Author: Anne Marie Miller

  • i am that kind of christian

    so, it’s inevitable. with the whole ted haggard scandal, the cynics are hammering out some hate for evangelicals. this group of cynics also includes some of my friends and acquaintances, and being the “strategic” person i am, i start planning how conversations with these people might go.

    instantly, my mind goes to the “it’s christians like that who give other christians a bad name” and “i’m not that kind of christian” and then i realize…

    i AM that kind of christian.

    since becoming a believer, i have lied. i have stolen. i have used god’s name in vain. i have dishonored my parents. i have looked at porn. i have abused alcohol and other mind altering substances. i have thought lustful thoughts and have done lustful things. i have neglected my relationships and put ministry and career first. i have been bitter. jealous. materialistic. i have been unforgiving.

    yet i am scandalously forgiven by a provocative father who loves me.

    so, mr. haggard, i don’t know you. and you don’t know me. but at least on this little piece of cyberspace, i am standing right with you.

    i am that kind of christian.

  • the runs

    No, not those kinds of runs. The good kind. I am not a trendy person, but it seems like more and more people I know in real life or virtually are running these days. Danielle is a girl whose blog I’ve been reading for a while, as she has been training for a marathon, our teaching pastor Wes is running his first marathon soon, today was the NY marathon. I’m feeling a little inspired to start running.

    In middle & high school, I was actually really athletic. I outran all of the guys in my middle school (there was one other girl who was faster than me), and I played basketball, ran track, played tennis. Now almost 10 years out of high school, my muscles have given in to the real world, and it’s my own fault for not making effort in keeping them up.

    I’m still not quite ready to hit the gym hard. My incisions are still sore (the muscle & tissue that was cut through) and my surgeon said that would be the case for a month or so. I figure I’ll take another down week and maybe start jogging a little bit next week. I think I’ll train to do something small first, like a 5 or 10K fun run for charity. But any tips any of you have for getting my formerly athletic butt off the couch and back into my sweet pink and grey New Balances would be appreciated!

  • bring back the sun

    A little white house
    It’s everything we dreamed about
    I wanted you to know
    I’m hanging up my ego

    (OLP)

  • why i am not sociable

    me, to two ladies i work with, leaving the building:

    boy, don’t you two look spiffy in your black!

    one of two ladies:

    yeah, we’re going to a funeral.

  • scribbles before a lunch meeting

    why do eyes betray and why does the heart escape…destiny is obvious but this problem i cant shake…youre more than everything i want…i let you slip right through my hands…i beg nothings to become of me and by your side ill always land…your arms still hold me close to you…your eyes look into mine…you try to see the piece of me…the one i lost…the one i hide.

  • cobweb daydreams

    i’ve made myself sick to my stomach again. a more mentally-induced nausea than anything organic (although, i’m sure the huge antibiotics i’ve been on for a week don’t help much). the only virus in me is the one i choose to think of, dwell on, and allow to trample across the garden of my daydreaminess.

    borderline obsessive since my prepubescent days, occasionally one of the million thoughts which fly through my mind on any given day will stick like an unsuspecting bug in the web of a hungry spider. there it remains until it is set free by a samaritan-minded passerby (with a propensity for insect life) or until it’s eaten alive by its eight-legged captor.

    throughout history, mankind has attempted to train the mind, capture thoughts, to which success and progress follow. maybe i’m a bit unconventional, but in some way i enjoy twisting and turning in the threads until the last possible moment of escape. not in a gluttonous way, but to appreciate the struggle. to feel suffocated that much longer.

  • It’s What You Make It To Be

    So a few posts ago, I asked for your thoughts on blogging and a lot of you replied to some extent, “It’s what you make it to be.”

    Honestly, I don’t know what I want this blog “to be.” A journal? A forum for asking questions and getting people to think and share their opinions? Something to put my design/writing examples on? I don’t know.

    So, I am going to be taking a hiatus from posting anything until I can answer that. Can a blog simply be? I’m sure it can. But I’m the kind of girl who lives and thrives in the black and whites, not the greys.

    Thanks for reading. Always feel free to email me or comment in the meantime.

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    “I am _______.”

  • A Night In

    I much needed a night in by myself
    (although I’ve been alone for the past week practically.)
    Today was Netflix day too. Woohoo!





    Tomorrow, I go into work. Just a half day in the afternoon. I think I’m ready.