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;

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Sportsmanship Award

I am proud and honored to announce that South Haven Blue Volleyball team won the Season Sportsmanship Award. I was the only member of the team present when they announced the awards so I had priviledge of accepting it.





Me right after I accepted the Trophy.




The Trophy with our Uniform.




Close up of what was ingraved on the trophy.




In addition, the South Haven Gray received the Season and Tournament first place awards. They were undefeated this season.

(Sorry it's a little blurry)



Till Then,
Rachael









Monday, November 24, 2008

Blast From the Past


Do you remember this day Kailyn Brooke? This is the day that we three ( I mean You), first showed Daniel a picture of Ashley.

Aww sweet memories.

And oddly enough we are in the same order her which is about a year or more later.

Till then,
Rachael

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Teens, the Good, Bad, and the Scary!!!

Here are some pics of my friends being weird. Hope you enjoy!

The Backs of Shannon, Miranda, and Megan

The fronts of Shannon, Miranda, and Megan.

I'm not really sure why Meg has her hand in her ear. =)

Kailyn and Jessica being Cool!

Ayslyn and Erica being weird,

Cute Kailyn Brooke

Bailey and Weirdo Megan. Don't ask. :O

Till Then,

Rachael

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wordless Wednesday


Tuesday, November 18, 2008

3 Hour Tour

Today I hung out with Ms. Melissa Pommerening and two of her kids Paxton and Casey.

(I had math tutoring and a volleyball game with them)

These following pictures are the kids in walmart. It is Mr. and Mrs. Pomm's Anniversary today, so Ms. Melissa got her hair done and the kids and I took a 3hr tour of Walmart. =)

Paxton and Casey on the Motor Cycle in the Family Fun Center.

Paxton enjoying his ICE CREAM!!!

Casey and Ronald


Casey content to stare at Tinker Bell. =)


Till Then,
Rachael Campbell

Monday, November 17, 2008

Integrity

*Integrity*
What is it?
-Integrity is keeping my commitment even when the circumstances surrounding my commitment have changed.
-Integrity says “No” even when the world says “Yes.”
Do You Have It?
-One of the truest tests of integrity is the blunt refusal to be compromised.
-If someone tried to ruin your Christian reputation, would you compromise a belief and start talking badly about them?
-Don’t allow things to come between you and living for God.
How Do You Get It?
-Integrity is not bought, but built through time with God.
-Do you have integrity so that if presented with a difficult situation you would choose the right path? The way to develop integrity or moral uprightness in your life is through walking with God each day.
-He will help you make the right decisions even during difficult times.
Excerpts from Daily in the Word by Dr. Paul Chappell

Friday, November 14, 2008

SCARE THE JR HIGHERS!!! ITS FUN!!!!!

Tonight there was a Jr. High (7th-9th graders) activity at the Circle J Ranch, a Christian camp started by members of our church. The Jr. High Kids were to have a treasure hunt in the DARK!!!! WHOOHAHAHAHAHA!!!! SOOOO our Youth Pastor, Bro. Frankie, hatched a lovely little plan for the Sr. High Kids to arrive and hide near the glow sticks, that the jr.'s were suppose to find, and jump out and scare them when they were not aware. We got some really awesome reactions...and i personally got orange soda dumped on me. ( Once they knew we were actually out there they started doing stupid things) SOOO Bro. Frankie told us to get on the bus and he would send Kyle (the one that dumped soda on me) on the bus to get something. HE WAS SOOO SCARED IT WAS HILARIOUS!!!!!! "Bro. FRANKIE!!!! I think there is someone on HERE!!!!", "BRO. FRANKIE!!! Can I use your FLASHLIGHT???"

Hehehe it was fun!

Then i was forced to embrace my urge to pour ice cold mountain lightning down his shirt. oops=)

Til Then,
Rachael

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Babysitting, NOT Sitting on the Babies! (They are sometimes FRAGILE!)

Don't you LOVE KIDS!!!! They keep life from getting too serious. I love watching their innocence and that they are untouched by a lot of the evil in this world. I am so thankful for all the kids i have had the opportunity to babysit. Today I watched Lindsay Elizabeth, Becca Kate , Lauren Brooke, and Emma Leigh Wilson. We finished school, went for a walk, watched Stuart Little, the we had the most fun of all Cleaning their rooms. BUT we found the corner of the room! =)

Silly Shot!

The Sweet Girlies!

Emma Leigh who got her cast this past Monday. (She had broken her femur.)
I get the privilege of keeping them again tomorrow.
Till then,
Rachael

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Spike Knights Vs. Behemoths, Homeschool Volleyball Championship!

Today was the Homeschool Volleyball Championship Game. Yes i know that sounds big, and it was great fun! Our South Haven Baptist Church Homeschool group started practicing and scrimmaging a couple months ago, and tonight was the championship to show off our skills and receive awards. My Team, The Spike Knights (red), played the Behemoths (blue). We were able to come out on top and beat them, but they played very well and had a great spirit about it. We didn't beat them by much either. GREAT JOB KAILYN BROOKE!!!!! =)




This is right before we started the game with prayer. The Spike Knights were deep in stratigic thought while the Behemoths were coniving a winners plan.

All in all it was a great time of Friends, Fellowship, and FOOD!!!! (It's not a Baptist meetin' till there's food!)

Thanks all who participated and cheered us on! We had a great time!

Rachael

Monday, November 10, 2008

What Monday Holds

I can never decide if i look forward to Monday or absolutely dread it. Monday is always a brand new start to the school week, a chance to get back in a routine. But sometimes i just wish it could be weekend forever! This particular Monday I did not want to rise, for today only held a root canal for me. Though it doesn't have such a painful after effect as wisdom teeth removal did, the process was long and detailed. Patience is not my virtue!

I hope you all have better patience than I!

Here's a little something that it looks like. Ick i know.

Hope you have had a better day than I,
Rachael

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Gym Night

GYM NIGHT!!!!!!!!
So much fun! We played this weird type of volleyball, wit out a net but had two rows of tables in between the two sides and if the ball fell between whomever touched it last had to sit in the "pit".
First to 25 or if the entire other team was in the pit won.
We also had snack time and played dodge ball, and some stupid game with popsicle sticks that Bro. Frankie said we will never play again! =)

Now i am watching Flywheel and watchin becca study...

Mom and Dad are in Boston and Reb and i are here for a whole week with out em....wahooo!!!! naw...that just means i have to wash all the dishes...;P.....

I hate to see a grown man cry....=0) (watchin the movie)

TOMORROW IS THE TIME CHANGE!!!!!!SET UR CLOCKS BACK PPL!!!!!!!!
GAIN AN HOUR OF NEEDED SLEEP!

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