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;

Monday, December 31, 2007

(34)Hehe...we cute

Me and faithy jean. And that is water someone poured on me NOT SWEAT!!

(33)Me and my bestest buds!

This is Jill, Kailyn, me , and Alaina at the mother/Daughter banquet 2007.

(32)I am DUMB

Well i am officially DUMB!!! my wisdom teeth are forever GONE!!! yippy! and my mouth is a lot less painful!!!!!!!!

Happy new year folks we are about to be in the last hour of 2007 and it is kinda depressing!
I liked 2007.....oh well 2008 will be better!

Thanks fer all ur prayers and my big cheeks are normal again.....

Talk to ya later in 2008!!!!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

(31)Big Cheeks

Hey peeps....

I officailly freaked out....scared.....and in deep need of prayer! My mouth won't open like it should and my neck is swollen. I thought i had a fat face but when the swelling goes down i will appreciate my big cheeks!

gotta go fer is pooped and i need a nap so hopefully mom will let me go to church tonight.

OH!!!! I got a CELL PHONE for Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK......i will be rejoicing even more when i can actually smile to exspress myself!


Pray for me surgery is at is frightened!


Saturday, December 22, 2007

(30)I'd rather not have wisdom!!

Hey all my peoples....i'm sorry that i haven't posted in soooo long! Busy Christmas season and me is sooo wisdom teeth have been giving me a fit too. I been able to sleep the last two nights thanks to pain meds. But the four nights before that i was in PAIN!!! Wednesday night i was up til 7:00 am because of my teeth. Tues. was up till 3am. Me is offically pooped!
We went to the dentist tuesday and he gave us some pain meds and then said see how it works...b/c my teeth might just be movin and stop soon.....not the case

Tell you rest battery is dying!


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

(29)Tell everyone you pass in Walmart

I need you to tell all your friends, family, and everyone you pass in walmart to pray for our vb team tomorrow .....we need to win! But if we don't, we need to win our last game which is on Faith Marie's birthday.......That's how i know we'll win cause nothing bad can happen that day right?

Gotta go...just a quicky ya know!


Tuesday, December 11, 2007

(28)"God Is Good"

Sorry it's been ages since i have written....haven't had time or permission.

Well......nothing has really happened either.

Here are some upcoming events that i am looking forward to.

tomorrow of course is teensoulwinning and church.
Saturday the youth group is going to opryland to see the lights!
Sunday....bus etc...and the Christmas Cantata in the pm service.

The Stewarts new cd titled "God Is Good" got done Friday and so they had em at church Sunday. It is AWESOME!!!! best yet of course.

Time is up gotta go clean the kitchen :(!


Thursday, December 6, 2007

(27)Awesome Support on the Bench!

Man i really don't feel like posting lately for various reasons.....yes tonight was the night we had a double header....first game at 6 and second at 9. First things first....Justin is out for the rest of the season. I landed on his good ankle in the game on monday and caused him to pull a bunch of his muscles. He should be ok fer next season but his mom said no more sports....i think she might change her mind between now and next Oct. The first match we played tonight we won the first game due to a forfeit of the other team. (lacking one male player) but the other guy got there and so we played. 2nd game of that match was 28 to 26 they won. Last game to 15 they got 15 and we were 8. :(

2nd match at 9 was against one of our other church teams. First game 26 to 24! one over time and they are really good! 2nd game we lost it and it was 25 to 18. I felt like crying because we had held them at 24 and come from 12 to 18 and i was serving and served it out of bounds. :( I felt like crying soooo bad! We had awesome support on the bench though....Justin cheered us on all the way through!

We have two games left and even if we don't get em....we are getting better and we'll make it next year!

Sorry to pour out my boring game news on ya but it helps my nerves.

Tomorrow is the PTF!!!! we had rehearsal tonight and it went well.

Talk to ya later!


Monday, December 3, 2007

(26) Took One For the Team

Hey, I really dunt feel like posting right now....i have a bad head ache....but fer a really good reason! I took one for the team alright.....we had a game tonight and i was front and center. The dude on the other team spiked on me. As I dropped to the ground the first thought in my mind was " Rule # such and such....You may not spike on a woman postitoned on the front row!" So when i finally opened my eyes i asked the ref....That was our point right? One of the ladies from our church died laughing cause here they are thinking i am really hurt and that was the one thing on my mind...we were losing at that point and lost! :( First game 25 to 22....second game 25 to 15 or something like that.

Gotta go fer now...tis lATE!!


Saturday, December 1, 2007

(25)Money on the Mind!

Wow i am pooped. Me and 3 other teen girls just baby sat 30 kids for 5 hours! If we were charging our reg rate it would be $2 per kid per hour so that makes......$60 times 5 hours whatever that is divided by four......makes $75 each! wow....but unfortunatly we couldn't charge was $3 per kid...$10 max per family and we had to buy 5 large pizza's otta that too.....we'll end up getting bout $10 a piece....but at least i know i will get a good's night rest out of it too!!! Your prob wondering why i am so worried about money.....currently i am trying to save to go to youth conference, wilds, circle J, Christmas shopping and my class ring.....all of which are over $100....AHHHHH Good thing i dun't have to worry about Faith though cause i ain't gettin her anything for Christmas...(jk....acctually i already have ur Christmas and Birthday presents!)

I am sore from running in a skirt! ( i played hide and seek with the older boys) I can run in a skirt no prob....but then when you remember not to rip it that is a little harder!

We had a blast and the four of us workers decided that it needs to be us every year! (we baby sat for a christmas party!)

SOOOOOO tired!!!!!!! got to pick out what to wear tomorrow!! then GO TO BED!!!!!!!


(24)A Friendship to Hold

I cannot give you a pot of gold
I cannot give you silver to hold,
I cannot give you a Dollar to spend,
Just the same on me you can depend.

But I CAN give you my friendship and love,
If I could I'd get you the moon above.
I can't give you silver or a pot of gold,
But I can give you friendship to hold.

By: Evay Christine Spurgeon

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