"Thank God--every morning when you get up--that you have something to do which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you a hundred virtues which the idle never know." ~ Charles Kingsley ~
George Washington Gale Ferris, Jr. designed and built the Chicago Wheel for the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois. The wheel was intended as a rival to the Eiffel Tower, the centerpiece of the 1889 Paris Exposition. It was the largest attraction at the Columbian Exposition, with a height of 80 metres (260 ft), and was powered by two steam engines. There were 36 cars, accommodating 60 people each (40 seated, 20 standing), giving a total capacity of 2,160. It took 20 minutes for the wheel to make two revolutions—the first to make six stops to allow passengers to exit and enter; the 2nd, a single non-stop revolution—and for that, the ticket holder paid 50 cents. When the Exposition ended, the wheel was moved to north side, next to an exclusive neighborhood. It was then used at the St. Louis 1904 World's Fair and eventually destroyed by controlled demolition in 1906.At 70 tons, its axle was the largest steel forging of the time. It was 26 stories tall, only a quarter of the Eiffel Tower's height.
I'm pretty sure you didn't read that whole paragraph above, but it fascinates me! I was recently reading a book titled A Proper Pursuit that had a lot to do with the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, Illinois.
It is quite sad that the very first Ferris Wheel was destroyed by controlled demolition! =) And there you have my new Fascination=)
For those of you that don't know, i work for Mr. Donald Rush and his business Rush Design Group. I had been doing telemarketing but (praise the Lord!!!) i have moved on to blogging for him on his website.
I have completed 3 posts currently on his blog and man its a little more difficult than posting here...because there it matters=)
I am very proud of my 3 little posts because it took me many hours to gather the information in them. I hope you will take a second to glance at them.
Check them out HERE. Two of them are on blogging and might actually help you=) At least that is what they are supposed to do.
Finally figured out how to get this one here. "Cut it out" from the Ladies Conference "Setting the Captives Free" Starring: Brittany Randolph as Dr. Ima Help Maegan Stewart as the Host of Cut it Out Ashley Stewart as Tina Kailyn Stewart as Rosie & Rachael Campbell as Polly Enjoy!
We missed the end on video but she takes of her white jacket and AHHH her shirt is black!!! The show host convinces Dr. Help she needs help from the ladies at South Haven Baptist Church and their "Setting the Captives Free" conference. They decide to go but wait! As they exit the stage Dr. Help has questions! "Is your car white or black??? Can we stop by Taco Bell on the way???" The End=)
Daniel 3:17 -If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. Psalms 34:4,6,7,17-19 -I sought the Lord, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. -This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles. -The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them. -The righteous cry, and the Lord heareth, and delivereth them ouf of all their troubles. The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivered him out of them all. 2 Corinthians 1:9-10 -But we have had the sentence of death in ourselves that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead: Who delivered us from so great a death, and doth deliver: in whom we trust that He will yet deliver us;
"A friend is like a rainbow. They brighten your life when you've been through a storm."
"A real friend will tell you when you have spinach stuck in your teeth." =)
Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. Proverbs 27:17
Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up. Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
"It's the friends you can call up at 4am that matter." - Marlene Dietrick (wow smiley, i must be a good friend=)
Hmmm, no exciting events to post about, no coolio pictures either...so what have i been up to??? Nothing much=) Mainly i have been trying to get this volleyball season together and prepare for the start of school...college here i come!
Believe it or not (and i don't) I will be 18 in two weeks and 4 hours!!! I will then be getting my drivers license! I would have gotten it sooner, but if i wait till i am 18 it won't be intermediate or restricted.
YAY!!!
So yeah...that's me lately.....i am planning to go on TSW tomorrow...i know college kid going on a youth activity is a sin=) Consider me guilty!!!!
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
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"Finding the right person isn't about finding the right person- It's about becoming the right person!!!" - Just Friends
At this point in my life, forget love! I wanna fall in CHOCOLATE!!!
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My husband, Samuel, and I Married, May 9, 2015, Moved to Alaska, May 10, 2015 and then a few months later, on September 1st, 2015, we moved back to Tennessee. This blog is a collection of my crafts, creations and occasionally the crazy things that happen in our life as newlyweds ^_^
The Bible says you can know 100% that you will go to heaven when you die. How you ask?
1. You must Recognize Your Condition
Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." This means that NO ONE is good enough to go to Heaven on his (or her) own merit. No matter how much good we do, we still fall short of God's perfection.
Uh oh....that's not good....but read on!
2. You must also Relize the Penalty for Sin
Romans 6:23a "For the wages of sin is death...." This means that just as there are wages (payment) for good, there is punishment for wrong. The penalty for our sin is eternal death in a place called Hell.
Uh oh...still not good...but here comes the good....no...GREAT news!!!
3. You must Believe that Christ Died for You Romans 6:23b ".....but the GIFT of God is eternal life through Christ our Lord." Romans 10:13 "For whosoever (meaning anyone and everyone) shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." This means that Everlasting life in Heaven is a gift purchased by the blood of Jesus and offered freely to those who call upon Him in faith.
If you would like to accept God's gift of eternal life all you have to do is ask God for it in prayer. (relize that it is not meere words that save you, but your faith that Jesus died for you.)
We'll help you word your prayer.
Dear Jesus, I know that I am a sinner. Please forgive me of my sins. Jesus, come into my heart and save my soul from Hell. I believe you died on the cross for my sins and I'm trusting in You, and You alone, to take me to Heaven when I die. Thank you for saving my soul. Amen
If you prayed this prayer please let us know so we can Rejoice with you!
Once you are saved, this does not mean you will never sin again. So when you do, pray and ask God to forgive you. He Saved you from past and future sins. You can never lose your salvation, once saved FOREVER saved!
