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, May 26, 2008

(74) Toothless

Hey peeps! i know i always say that....:)

Today we are returning from WV for the memorial day holiday. We had fun! And we think we found a house we might want to buy next year. And we ran the copper pipes for the appartment that dad and jim bought a couple months ago. It will be their office for the business.

We also got to meet Jim's daughter Chelsea. She is 21 and very nice.

We told dad this time we wanted to do somehting touristy instead of just sitting around so we went and rode the tram to the bottom of a HUGE hill and then took a 30 min tour on a jet boat on the gaully river. The scarey part was that when we were pulling out of the dock the captian started whistling the theme to gilligans island! I told him i was told it was a 30 min tour not 3 hrs! He had a great sense of humor and not a tooth in his head! :) We later discovered that the british lady that had sold us our tickets was his wife. Which wouldn't have been so strange except that she was so polite and sophisticated and he was a country bumpkin! HEHE

We also attended church with Jim, Debbie, and Chelsea. I think next time we are visiting a diff one tho. Jim and Debbie go to Lover's Leap Baptist and i think we'll visit Gum Spring Baptist. The sign out front says that it is Indepentdent fundamental baptist!

Later Mater!

Rach

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

(somethin or other) Cornfusing....

Hey peeples!

Sorry its been EONS!!! not really.....i mean not really eons, not that i amn't sorry.

Ok that were cornfusing!

Last night was Brooklyn Hope's graduation and a ton of fun. Due to the fact of too many ppl and not enough seats, us teens got to sit in the balcony. Oh fun!
There is a funny story about this.
Sadly tho, it started with us laughing at someone, then it led to me choking on my gum, and eventually swallowing it, then everyone laughed at me!! Sad but true. Just think, i won't see that gum for 7 more years! EWWWW sorry, i got carried away.

Night......

Rach

Thursday, May 15, 2008

(72)AWWWW

Awww thanks cutie!!! I like it....glad you do too!!! i wanna see a recent pic of you hadn't see you ages!!!

Later Mater!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

(71)Thumbs up hair day.


This is me and Shivangi:) my hair was doing good that day! Don't ask me who's fingers are bunny rabbiting....oh wait, i know it was Jake!
Tess, Aj wants to see a pic.....:)

Monday, May 12, 2008

(79):)

Well then consider it three in his favor.....and he is mature and thoughtful.

:)

Sunday, May 11, 2008

(78) Waiting for first kiss

Wow, so AJ has a fan.....MIRACLE!!!! Strangely enough he is the one in our youth group that if you say u like him every one goes EWWWW!!!! But i think he is cool.

Sorry i hadn't written in a while, im not a faithful daily poster like Tess. I've been on flixter.com a lot you should try it, it's fun.

So whatta ya know we get to go to WV again, but this time it'll be more fun cause its a 3day weekend , Memorial Day. Fun.

Yeah, somehow reb and i failed to notify our orchestra that we are moving in a year and now they are all upset. Ms. Thuy didn't even say hey how are you rach today, she just said " i am gonna miss you!" in a pitiful voice. :(

Nyways, Yesterday was the wedding we had all been waiting for. My bff Kailyn's older sister Brittney got married after dating Ben for 10yrs, 8months, and 2 days! We all witnessed their first kiss and then during the recessional Ben decided he was ready for their 2nd!! What a testimony!!! ( i hope i can have one like that someday!)They sang to each other during the wedding and it was soo sweet! The decorations were beautiful as was the whole wedding party. Kay counted the bobby pins from her hair and came up with 45 not counting the ones that popped out through out the day.

So much more i could say about the wedding but i'll end with this. Brittney's older sister Maegan caught the bouquet and her little brother caught the guarder.

AWWWWW

Later peeps,

Rach

Thursday, May 1, 2008

(77) Heylo

Heylo,

I am packing right now...well obviously not right this instant....we had another hot teen soul winning yesterday.....the girls didn't c any saved but the guys saw 22 saved. I better let ya go i have to pack for WV.

Rach

I Have Been Blessed!!!!

THE ROOM

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