Desiree Lara

About me:

No one is ordinary or leads an ordinary life - not everything in a person's day is always routine. Let me elaborate: I've seen a grown man pee on a elementary school sidewalk between two cars on a winter's night; in a London hotel a total stranger asked if she could help in anyway; I was the only sober person riding a bus of singing students at night; a girl asked me to dance with her in front of a college rock band; I've felt weird in all girl's dormitory; a cock-eyed man asked for my phone number; I did one paper route at 4 in the morning and went to my full-time job afterward; I've met Jodi Piccoult in a conference room, Junot Diaz at Rutgers, and Rachael Ray at a casino; the Queen of England passed me by in a car and I didn't even notice; I've been taken pictured of while passed out (asleep); I've been awake since seven in the morning watching movies (and seen two feature films in one afternoon); I've seen a flock of deer in broad daylight; I had a co-worker once tell me to inject myself with alcohol to avoid the taste...well, maybe the out of ordinary one is me :) O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify your. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you. On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadows of your wings. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. They who seek my life will be destroyed; they will go down to the depths of the earth. They will be given over to the sword and become food for the jackals. But the king will rejoice in God; all who swear by God's name will praise him, while the mouth of liars will be silenced. PSALM 63 I say to God my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?" My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?" Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. PSALMS 9-11 ..