Galatians 2:20a
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not i, but Christ liveth in me:
My Life Verse

Ephesians 6:6

Not with eyeservice, as men pleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart;

Sunday, October 28, 2007

(3) Bowling Baby!!!

Well, I shant leave you in suspense i made second place out of 6 ppl. I wasn't even close to first either. The first place player, Amber, had 90 and i was only 72. But i wasn't last or second to last. (Like Dusty was! hehe) Now i get to tell you the funny, hilarious, a little dangerous, but well worth it, thing that happened. Amber and I were having a great time picking on Dusty because we were sooo far ahead of him. But....he then out of luck...i think....he got a strike! uh-oh! He rubbed that in our faces. Then his next turn came around and whatta you know he got another one! So...Amber and I decided that we must end this run of strikes! So.....When his next turn came i quickly grabbed a ball and was gonna gutter it, but he caught me and took the ball. Quick thinking Amber grabbed another on passed it to me and i went running(slowly) toward the lane. I trip, fall on my knees, but got the ball in the gutter, and we had a successful execution of our plan! But the part we failed to oversee was the fact that my turn was next! So before i could do anything there goes a ball down the alley in the gutter, coming straight from the hands of no other than Dusty! NOT FUNNY! That was my last bowl too! Ick! I even got bowling alley burn on my knees when i fell! That should have been enough punishment right?

Nyways, All in all we had a blast and I am soooo excited about our new building! Tonight Pastor preached on the parable of the talents. How Christ gave each man so much and they knew he was coming back for it and expected it to have grown. So Pastor gave each member 18 and older $2 and each member 17 and younger all the way down to the 1yr olds $1 out of he own money! He told us to take it as if Christ had given it to us and to multiply it. We are all going to turn it back in Dec. 30th and see what we can do. It will all go toward the building fund too! He gave us some ideas of things we could do to turn our little dollar into more. I think i am gonna bake some brownies from a mix i can get at $ tree and sell individual brownies for 25 to 50 cents. Then as i get more i will make some jewelry and sell it. Cool beans huh?

Ok i am done now! I am sooo tired and my eyes are killing me from this screen!

I have a Volleyball game Tuesday! More about that later!

Byes.....have a wonderfully blessed day! (or night whenever you read this!hehe!)



Anonymous said...

Hi Rach,

I'm glad the anniversary Sunday was great. And that is so cool about the talents. Our Pastor preached a little bit on that too! Your blog is very nice. ;) Have a wonderful day!


Not I But Christ said...

Hey Brookie!
I'm glad you like my blog...and am so excited that you are readin it. Now when are you gonna make one? haha....

Love ya!

Notes From My Life said...

yo baby doll pooh bear and all the other annoying thangs you love it whenever i call you those names and all...anyways...soo awesome..ok now iforget what i was going to comment about...let me read it again! hehe

Notes From My Life said...

ok i read it! AWESOME!! i love ur pastor..he always does the koolest stuff and his sermons are ALWAYS a blessing to me!! anyways, i don't have LOTS of time to blab=) but, i MUST be going!! love ya TONS babe!
ps bowling sounded like you had WAY TOO TOO much fun for being without me there..try and do better next time!!

I Have Been Blessed!!!!


In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
- Brian Moore