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, February 3, 2009

Cottage Prayer Meeting

Tonight was the cottage prayer meeting! It was so much fun and a blessing to me. My mom and I went to the Randolph's house where Bro. Mike Groves and his family were the featured missionaries. Bro. Mike and his wife Ms. Nancy have 3 children. John 17, Kelly 15, and Stephen 13. Bro. Mike taught us tonight that in order for us to be stable in all our ways we must die to self and forget about our wants and live for God in the way He designed us to live. Bro. Mike's 3 main verses tonight were Psalms 37:5, Proverbs 16:3, and Romans 12:1. The first two talk about "committing" our ways and our works which is basically our whole being. And Romans 12:1 states that we are to present ourselves sacrifices for Christ to use.
Also Bro. Mike and his son John sang "When God is Near"...and i recorded it for you all to see here because it was a blessing to me. I only caught the second verse though =)

Also Maegan, Brittany, Ashley, and Kailyn sang "Not for Selfish Gain" and did a very good job.. I think i like it better A Capella =) Here is the whole song...the reason Kay grins every time she looks at me is cause i couldn't help grinin at her =) Good job girlie! (even though it was short notice=)

After Bro. Mike taught us and some singing, we had the prayer part of the meeting. Bro. Steve Carter prayed first, then Bro. Mike Wright, next was Bro. Tom Fox, and last was Bro. Michael.
Some of the requests that were on the hearts of people tonight were of course for the Groves and their mission to go to New Zealand, for Baby Trey and for the Lord to heal his little body, for Bro. Mike Campbell, Ms. Barbara Austin, and unsaved and sick loved ones.

Then of course it was time to do what Baptists do best...EAT!!! =) there was a lot of people there tonight but there was even more food! hehe. Then Kailyn knocked over Jills drink just to see if Mr. Randolph would catch her (he didn't=) and we made the missionaries clean it up. Just kidding, Kailyn's flowy skirt knocked it over and the missionaries hurried to help us clean it up before Mr. Randolph saw it=) I think your safe now kay=)

Lots of laughing and eating and talking and now i am here blabbing about it=)

Can't wait till tomorrow when Missions Conference continues!

Till Then,
Rachael a.k.a "Scout" right kay?


Lynne Campbell said...

Excellent Post! I can now say that you were paying
It was a wonderful message and struck straight to my heart.
I see God working all around us in many lives. Praise God for his grace and mercy.

Good Job Darling!

GodisSoGood said...

Awesome post! TOO BAD YOU DIDN'T COME TO THE MORRISSEYS!! That was awesome too! Then again I wish I would have come to yours for the preacinh and the peter look-alike;)!

Not I But Christ said...

I wish i could have been at all the meetings at once! Yeah go peter look alike...all but the accent.=)d

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