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;

Friday, April 17, 2009

To Know More

I always want to know more about my friends so please answer each of these questions in a comment. I will number them so you can match your answers to my quetsions.
Some of these could be odd...we'll see.

1. If you could only have one pair of clothes what would it be?
2. What grade are you in? (or if graduated specify)
3. How many siblings do you have?
4. How long can you put up with them?=)
5. Would you rather have a peaceful easy going schedule or busy one?
6. Who is someone you have only known for a year?
7. What is your favorite memory as a kid?
8. Have you ever had any broken bones?
9. Which ones?
10. What color are your eyes?
11. When you were little was it a stuffed animal or blankie?
12. Which do you like better up or down?
13. Who is the craziest/most random person you know?
14. If you could live in another country where would it be?
15. Learn another language? Which?
16. What do you order at subway?
17. What all do you put on your sub?
18. What color are the walls in your room?
19. Do you make your bed each day or oh well i'm just gonna sleep in it again tonight?
20. Do you play an instrument? Which?
21. Ever Babysit?? Who?
22. What/Where is your home Church?
23. Facebook?
24. Blog?
25. Do you consider yourself photogenic?
26. Specific phobia?
27. Big reader?
28. Big writer?
29. socks or none?
30. Sport?

Alright i know by the time you get done with that you'll be going man this is too much!
My answers are in the comments as well.

Thanks for the idea Paige!

Till Then,


Not I But Christ said...

1.My shorts and a t-shirt
2.Senior in highschool
4.She's always in her books the question is how long can she put up with me!
6.Amanda Rhine
7.Summer get togethers at Nana and Papa's
9.My collar bone
10.Hazel Brown
12.Overall up...except when it comes to hills...then its down.
13.Jesse Kasinger
14.Canada prob...then i'd move to the US
16.Ham and Turkey
17.Lettuce, Tomato, mustard, banana peppers, jalapenos, i think that's all
18. Vibrant Mint Green
19.oh's a bunk bed no one ever sees the top!
20. Violin, Piano
21. Demers, Sweeten, Pomms, Wilson, Rush,McNatt, etc.
22.South Haven
23. Nope
24. YEAH!
25. Nope
26. Velvet and Chalk..can't touch em
27. Yes
28. No
29. None
30. Volleyball

Sam said...

1. Shorts and a hoodie
4.much longer than most
6.the courter fam
9.refer to number 8
10. they change! blue, gray, green,
11.None of the above i think
12.Def up
13.uh...'s a tie between an island in the middle of nowhere and IRELAND!
15.hmmm....Gaelic anyone?
16.a cold cut with spinach, green peppers, tomatoes, pepper jack, honey mustard, goes on
17. oops once again refer to number 16
18. a beautiful one
19. I prefer to however it REALLY depends on whether im late or not..
20.not really, piano
21.yes, WAAAAAY to many to name... I believe in going to church
23. Not yet
25. NO WAY.
27.I'm a reading addict and I don't plan to quit!
28. ...i aspire to
29.yuck no socks! bare feet are best for me
30.I wish. the closest i got was ballet and gymnastics as a kid and cheerleading in high school.

Rebecca said...

1. Flannel PJ pants and a T-Shirt.
2. In college
3. Just you
4. I don't have a choice, so what's the point in wishin'?
5. Peaceful easy going! I like to be able to do something that's not scheduled.
6. Under a year? Hmm... My Principles of nutrition teacher (Mrs. Sarah Payne).
7. umm... that was a long time ago. I guess flying kites outside while laying on a quilt in the grass with the dogs were either trying to cuddle or liking us to death.
8. Broke my right big toe.
9.See previous question.
11.didn't matter as long as I was surrounded by dolls, stuffed animals, pillows, or something.
12. dumb question
13. Shivangi
14. Austrailia
15. I'd rather not learn another language. but if I have to, Gailic?
16. Veggie Sub
17. everything except cucumbers, mayonnaise, salt,Spinach, and don't toast it.
19. no comment.
21. rarely, who ever asks
23. yeah
24. yeah
25. nope
26. Speaking in public
27. no
28. Do school papers count?
29. none
30. having fun.

GodisSoGood said...

1. Shorts or comfy Pjs and a loose t-shirt!!
2. Senior in High School and almost graduated!:(
3. 1
4. Eh... He's ok most of the time.
5. Busy one usually.
6. Rachael.
7. Umm.... playing with my cousins in India!!
8. Yep.
9. My Pinkie! (Is that how you spell that?)
10. Dark Brown
11. Neither
12. umm... both in a way because up signifies heaven and such and down signifies humiltiy.
13. Rachael or me
14. INDIA!!!!!
15. Prob Hebrew or Greek
16. Veggie
17. Pretty much all the veggies except banana peppers, spinach sometimes, and olives.
18. Purple!!
19. Usually I let it go unless I am having one of those neat freak days!
20. None! except the RADIO!!
21. Demers... Most of the time I am in Nursery!
23. used to, deleted it!
24. Obviosly yes.
25. I don't think so
26. ummmmm... tight spaces
27. not much anymore.
28. Depends on what I am writing about, but usually poems.
29. NONE!!!
30. LOVE cheerleading, love volleyball, I like basketball too. I really don't care what sport I play as long as I play!

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