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, December 31, 2010

New Years and Cades Cove!

Lovin' the headband=)

Umm yeah, what kind of bum goes to bed at 7pm on New Years Eve?!?!

My sad little phone didn't get signal in the mountains today=( and my silly band that hold my charm on BROKE=(


So according to our GPS, that ball of snow is Cades

I think this cloud at cades cove looks like a whale! moby dick=)

Beautiful Clouds meet the mountain=)

Wow! So gorgeous!

My daddy driving=)

It was very hard to tell where the mountain stopped and the clouds began! beautifuL!


Cute little creek!


Yes, it made me want to go horseback riding!

Scenic route=)
Had fun today and slept on the way back=) all in all, good day=)

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Pics from Gatlinburg=) ( in no particular order)

NEMO and his Dad!


It's gonna EAT ME!

i can't see or hear you, so you can't see me!

Rockin' out=)

In the tunnel!

Woah teeth=(

Yeah, good to know?

DUDE=) lol its Squirt's dad!

One UG-LEE dude!

Cool huh?

Sea Horses=)

Ok so i'm thinking Rebecca didn't want to be in this picutre...yeah..i'm pretty positive now.

Dad worked on the settings on my camera till it wasn't blurry when something moved=) YES my hands were rapidly moving...yet clear pic! yay=)


Fun word=)

Spotted Garden eels! ewwww!

Aww=) My Family=)



And there you have the short version of pics from our trip! (so far=) I uploaded 77 pics to these are the highlights=)

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

One More=)

Only one more final and then Christmas=) I think I already feel like i'm on break though...I was such a big stress ball...feels good to just chill!
Finally got my Christmas tree up...on this 15th day of yes I know it's late...but better late than never?
So many exciting events coming up! I simply love the Christmas season=) Parties, friends, food, <3=)

But I think i'm the most excited about going to see Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader with my friends this weekend=) (providing they all can go!)

Life has been so hectic and insane lately...I don't think it will ever "calm down" again...because it is simply life! It's meant to be crazy! lol...busy I can handle...stressful...not so much=(

<3 Lovin' life! <3

Saturday, December 4, 2010

December is Here!!!

Due to popular request (by 1 person) I am posting=) There isn't much to write that hasn't been on facebook...but then again some of you aren't on there...what is foremost on my mind is to tell you that i am typing with 9 fingers instead of my left pinky finger is in a splint due to a pulled muscle/jammed accident during 3 hours of dishwashing last

Christmas is in 21 days! 3 weeks from today=) If i can survive this week and next week of finals then i can enjoy my break=)

Highlights of my break will be 1)not going to school! 2) sleeping more! 3) going to loads of Christmas parties 4)Going to see Voyage of the Dawn Treader with my family and peeps=) 5)sleeping some more=) 6) Feasting Christmas day (because Christmas time is no time to diet! 7)GOING TO GATLINBURG=)=) 8) sleeping even more!!!!! I'm sure there will be much more...but those are just a few.

Word of the day:


The scales or small shreds of epidermis that are continually exfoliated from the skin.
Any scaly matter or incrustation on a surface.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

First Time Voting=)

So this picture was actually taken after I voted...we tried to get a pic before when we were entering the building...but this strange man sitting in his car honked at us...twice!

It was like getting the smiley sticker at Walmart=) Simply exhilarating.

Big red sign. You can't miss it.

Yay! I voted=)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Fall Break=)

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, IT'S HERE!!!! Finally=)
Fall Break.
ahhh just love the sound of those two words...fall break..*Shivers* ohhhh=)

For the second time since school started I SLEPT IN=) Yes, I didn't get up until 10am this morning.
(note: the first time was two weeks ago when i ditched karate to sleep=)

Though I don't have classes today (or tomorrow, or wednesday=), I do have plenty of studying to do...mainly for a Economics Mid-Term on Thursday...if anything that stupid class will be what costs me my 4.0=(

BUT in spite of studying and educational activities, I will have fun. Today i am going on a "field trip" to the Frist Art Center in Nashville. I am required to visit it during the semester and write a paper on "my experience". lol Yes, that sounds SO BORING! So, I am taking my cousin, Tori, and my bestie, Kailyn, with me! (*sniffs* totally bummed out that my Lizabee can't come=(=( And, what outing is complete with out eating out!? Demos'! Boo yah!

yes, i have decided to be happy and have fun my fall break...(again...lovin' those two words=)
Even though i've managed to plan something academically related all three

So i leave you all with this,

Rachael Leigh

Thursday, October 14, 2010


I have enjoyed having Victoria Joy here this week like soooo much=) and i'm looking forward to next week and all the fun things we have planned=)

Love you Tori Joy!

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