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;

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

(#such and such)

Hey all....Long time no type....Life has been so hecktic lately i haven't been able to post...hecktic and full of those lovely life lessons! :)

Last week was the scoring trip! Yes i was able to go...if you look in my archives you will find those litte posts from my depression of not going last year. :) But who cares about last year! This was this year and it was a blast! Bro. Frankie, Ms. Sarah, Samantha, Me, AJ, Justin, and Dustin, all went to good ole St. Louis! Six Flags, the Arch aka gateway to the my first pedicure....witnessed my first pinned between a 6 foot 6 guy and the side of the van....all in all a AWESOME trip! So many details couldn't possible type them all! :) We stayed in a Hilton and the guys (except for Justin) marinated in the pool the whole time we were at the hotel. Sam, Ms. Sarah, and I stayed in our room and enjoyed the high speed internet and watched my goofy cousin on youtube.

OK....nothing quite as exciting has happened since then....our Independence day cantata is quickly approaching here at SHBC. We are all so excited...whether to get it over with or really excited i'm not sure....I am excited because one of my bus girls Cheyanne gets to sing with the kids choir in it and it makes me happy to see her serve with her talent! Great job girly!


Tuesday, June 10, 2008

St. Louis Scoring Trip 2008

WOW it was SOOO Fun... and the guys were SOOO weird... They wrestled most of the way there..and me and Sam kept getting feet and arms thrown at us in this event... i thought it was funny and Sam didn't seem to think so... i really should have taken a video camera!!! Of course i had m first ped,... and we got to witness a theft at Walmart! very educational! We stayed in a Hilton in the middle of St. Louis and had a blast! On the batman at 6 flags Justin accidentally knocked off Sam's flip flop when we were waiting to unload and it was in the danger zone so they said they couldn't get it till the park closed...Justin had to buy Sam a new pair...but not till we left the park cause they were like 30 bucks for a pair of flip flops and the ones that were 6 bucks there weren't any in her size... he ended up walking to egypt to get her other pair of shoes from the van. FUNNY!!! He told me he was sure we'd be laughing about it at the end of the day...but i was already laughing!!! We went to the arch and i thought i'd feel so tall up there...but when i had to use the step stool to see out the window i changed my mind...Justin said if i didn't feel tall then i never would...he asked me what are you like 4 feet tall??? oh yes he is SO funny.
So much more to tell but i don't want to bore you...:) Though nothing that happened was really boring! :)

Monday, June 2, 2008

(85) Today

Well except for the very first part...and yes that was getting up...not entirely early...but TOO early. 7:30am.... i know...

Anyways....after that we cleaned our rooms...ya know something productive....and got ready to go SWIMMING!!!!!!! oh yeah and right before we left we saw two heads sneaking around outside our house and it was Ty and Daniel. They were trying to sneak up on us like old times...but we have grown eyes in the back of our heads since then...AND casper alerted us of their presense. :)

We went swimming...i lost a ping pong game...but had fun and didn't lose by much...22-20 oh yeah...then we came home and i did my usual 2 hrs of calling for my job THEN we went to Nana's. (this is where it gets good:) Our family from CO. are here and a bunch of ppl from their church came over too. We cooked out and played and just acted goofy! :) I really enjoyed spending the time with my family whom i hadn't seen since last year...( not counting sat. at the graduation.)

now i am just really tired and have REALLY dirty feet. :)


I'm all smilie i know. :)


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