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;

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Youth Conference Pics..yes i'm slow

Ben "Preached" on the way back from Hyles to the hotel...
Close up of was funny at first but mocking others is not.
Holly and Sam...
We Spend quite a lot of time on the RV...but that was WAY BETTER that the bus...left to right, Me, Shelby, Miranda, Kailyn, was a full size bed and at one point we had 10 girls on it...but i won't say comfortably. :)
About 30 Seconds after midnight we sang happy birthday to kay and took some wacky pics.
We were on the bus a we took a lot of pics there. from left to right. Shivangi, Rebecca, Rachel Panas, Samantha Lassiter.
Kailyn, Me, and Shivangi looking cool at the fireworks at Hyles...
Justin and Kailyn at Hyles...
Jesse warming up to play Yankee Doodle with the Orchestra at Hyles...
Kailyn and her "Responsible Adult" at Hyles...
Now me...i needed two "Responsible Adults" at Hyles...
Me and Kay being mature at Hyles...
Me and Kay being Goofy At Hyles....

Kings Island..Because it was Kailyn's Birthday and they had the date in the grass...her birthday was in the grass so we took a pic with it.

This is all the girls that went to YC...

17 and LOVIN' IT!!!

17....hmmm....different....older....more mature....sorta....ok maybe not....but definitely older..:)

I got my ACT score back the other day and i made my beloved 26. Thus ensuring i will graduate with Honors and more than likely get the Hope Scholarship. BUT i am also eligible for the academic scholarship from PCC. I would LOVE to go to PCC but i'm not sure what God would have me do right now...not really even sure what He wants me to go into as far as a major. life is boring because that is all i can think to tell ya...oh i cut down a tree fun!

Waiting for my friend and his sister to finish a 700 page book so i can read it... i am 142 on the waiting list at the library and mom won't let me buy it so i'm about to go crazy. He is only on page 185 last i checked and then sam has to read it.
I've gottin to page 55 just reading it in walmart and books-a-millon.

Oh...Faith tagged me so i must tell you 6 things about me.

1) I LOVE TO READ!!! But it really has to be a book that catches my interest for me to REALLY enjoy it...For example some of my favs are Eragon and Eldest which are more adventure and fantasy with a little hint of romance. I also love Letter Perfect, Bittersweet, Pat of Silver Bush, A Lady of Hidden Intent, which are the ones that have more romance with a bit of adventure.
(Basically anything by Bethany House Publishers will sufice)
2) I have offically decided that though i don't believe guys have "Cooties" i will stay far away from them because they are ever changing their minds...and i like to avoid confusion.
3) I am still learning to drive but doing more and more of it....i drive back and forth to my grandparents alot by my self and was allowed to drive to goodletsville yesterday of course with my mom in the passenger seat. I do not have my liscense but i will be getting it this summer.
4) I can't stand to touch velvet or write with me the ultimate CREEPS! I can wear velvet, because the inside is silky, i just can't lay my hands in my lap or touch the outside of the clothing.
5) I am slightly OCD. I can't sleep if my bedroom door is open. I can't sleep if it is closed but not snapped.
6) I will be faking all the 16th notes in the first song of our 2008 Christmas contata at SHBC. i'm gonna tag Tessa :)

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Love the pics!

Hey most of you that see this are from here so you know who these peeps are but for those who dont this is Cheyanne Rebollar.

And this is me Shivangi and two BESTEST Friends!!

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