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, March 31, 2008

(62) Missionary Book

I am making a prayer book for all the missionaries that we support in Asia, Australia, and Oceania. Here are some pics that they sent me when i asked for info.

(61)Missionaries of the World!

This is Jon and Heather Clapp and their two sons Travis and Luke. They are Missionaries to Palau. (Ms. Heather is a week overdue with their third son Levi and is ready to pop anyday!:)

These two pictures above are from Rick and Srichand Horn's ministry in Thailand.
This is the Orchestra of Bob and Vinnie Bartlett's Ministry in Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia.
Also in Australia their childrens choir wearing Patch the Pirate hats that a ministry sent to them.
Bro. Bartlett presenting three of their young people with their baptismal certificates.
Same choir singing at a diff. time.

Mrs. "B" had a sleepover/makeover at her house and a couple of the ladies gave the girls facials, did their hair and nails and then we had a bag of retro clothes and told them to go in a room and get dressed up.

(60)My Family

Here are some pics from a couple months ago....we went to Cici's for family dinner. :)

Saturday, March 29, 2008

(59) The Matchmakers!

The Matchmakers!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

(5something or other)<3

Long time no type! i know you guys thought i fell off the earth but i only took a short vacation there. l'm back now...haha....thank u 2 the faithful two of u that still read my blog.(not that it is even the slightest bit interesting! Faith, have u seen ur poor blog lately? It looks desolate and abandoned!

Good news peeps, my other peeps and i washed 101 cars this past saturday. Yes i happened to notice that that is ALOT OF CARS!
But it was well worth it cause Kailyn and i are each getting $750 out of it!....l am so thankful to everyone that sponsored us!

Well...gotta go clean my room then hit the hay. Night!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

(57)Ping Pong

Hey peeps.....i don't think anyone reads my blog anymore.....if anyone actually does please be so kind as to leave a quick comment revealing that you exist! Thanks.

Last nite was my youth group's Ping Pong Tournament! (yes AJ was thrilled)
AJ is obsessed with ping pong....hey there could be worse things!!! Dustin enjoys it but doesn't freak out about missing it like AJ. I haven't really seen Justin and Jacob play but i think that they are purty good. (like any guy with any sport!)

Me, Ish...i have my good games and my bad games...unfortunately last night was a bad one. Kailyn did purty good in the tournament....i don't know who won the whole thing but i know Jill beat Kay.

Tomorrow is another exciting Sunday and marks 7 days till EASTER!!!! Can't wait to wear open toe shoes! ( I have already ditched the hose!!!)



Tuesday, March 11, 2008


Don't tell me Faith and Kayleigh don't have their moments....i have seen this look multiple times!
All my friends from FBC at the WILDS!! wat a blast!
Me and my cousin Paige.....won't tell ya where this one was.

Hey are some pix now that i have comcast!!! HIGH SPEED!!!! yes!

Current total for the car was stand somewhere about $1300 ish....haven't counted it up lately.

Friday, March 7, 2008


So to keep you updated....after one week of fundraising.....Kailyn Brooke and i have....(drum role!!!!) $1229.00 pledged to us!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!

This has been an update from yours truly!!!


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