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;

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Can't believe i filled out the whole thing!

ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? 8 stitches on my leg, cut by a piece of glass sticking out of a trash bag at the dump

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? Pictures, dry erase dots, trophy shelf

3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP? I snore when i am really tired...and i'll talk to you in my sleep if you talk to me.

4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO? conservative Christian, some bluegrass, classical, some southern gospel

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN? around 1pm
6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? to graduate and move on with life
7. WHAT DO YOU MISS? Being in my Youth group=(
8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)? i have so many i couldn't possibly choose.
9. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'2

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC? yes
11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK? yes
13. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT? idk, somewhere totally romantic=)

14. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK? energy drink
15. FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING? cheese!

16. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?? Sonic Peanutbutter fudge shake
17. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME? PINK!

18. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH? The cracker yes, real one? NO
19. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED? i can't say the FIRST, cos i don't know the time period of things.
20. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED? nope
21. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND? I don't care about brands..comfy and looks good on my i'll wear it.
22. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING? if it was the one God had for me, i don't know that i could help it.
23. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED: 77
24. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES.? Brunetttes
25. FAVORITE QUOTE? "Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond."
26. FAVORITE PLACE? home
27. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA? Nope
28. YOUR WEAKNESSES? too many to name
29. MET ANYONE FAMOUS? idk
30. FIRST JOB? babysitting, telemarketing
31.EVER DONE A PRANK CALL? yep...once or twice...prank texting too
32. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOUL MATE? if by soul mate you mean one man for one woman that are destined by God to be together...then yes.
33. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT? checking my email
34. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY? nope
35.WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST? idk
36. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? nO
37. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY? regular cell phone?? or at least to have one BY my birthday
38. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES? at least four...idk about names tho
39. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? nope!
40. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKED ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL? hanging out with friends..less stress
41. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE? Herbal essences
42. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? sometimes.
43. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? turkey
44. ANY BAD HABITS? um....idk?
45. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON? Occasionally
46. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? probably

47. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?What does that mean?
48. DO LOOKS MATTER? UMMM... I think a person needs to be neat and look nice but not be obsessed with trends and junk!.
49. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER? Silent treatment
50. WHAT'S YOUR MAIN GOAL IN LIFE? To please God and do His will throughout my daily life.
51. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? money bank
52. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE? over 200
53.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID? yep
54. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE? Both!
55. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY? Too many things to list=)
56. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? Rach, Ratch, Chachael, Scout, Fruity, Obama Blue
57. FAVORITE SUPER POWER? invisibility
58. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW? oldies, i love lucy, andy griffeth
59.WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES? not to have them?
60. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? rocky road or birthday icecream with the icing in it!
61. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES? Yes!
62. PLANS FOR TONIGHT? sleep!!!!!
63. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WHEN YOU ARE OLDER? Springfield Tn!
64. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING? silence
65. LAST THING YOU DRANK? apple juice
66. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Shivangi
67. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? sleep
68. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR? Spring and Summer
69. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY AND TRULY HAD A BEST FRIEND? yes, two=)
70. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Brown with a tent of red
71. EYE COLOR? Hazel brown, green in sunlight
72. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE? burger king
73. DO YOU LIKE Sushi? it has no taste...tastes like whatever sauce you put in it...so it was good
74. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? christmas day=)
75. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS? piano, violin
76. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT? republican
77. KISSES OR HUGS? hugs, for now=)
78. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? hot chocolate
79 WOULD YOU EVER BE A HOUSEWIFE? yes!!!!

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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