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, September 7, 2010


When's the last time you ran?
At volleyball class this morning

Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?
Yes, around the bottoms because they are too long

What are you dreading right now?
School tomorrow and the rest of the semester

Do you celebrate 420?
What is that?

Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?
Nope...6 or 7

If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do?
watch a board game

Have you ever been on your school's track team?
we don't have a track team.

Did you copy and paste this survey?
of courrrse.

Do you eat raw cookie dough?
Yes <3

Have you ever kicked a vending machine?
yes lol.

Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over?
no! i love it=)

Do you watch Trading Spaces?
have before

How do you eat oreos?
dipped in milk=)

Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone?

Are you cocky?

Could you live without a computer?
i could, but i wouldn't wanna lol.

Do you wear your shoes in the house?
To my room

Who or what sleeps with you?
my squishy

At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?
WHAT!!! Santa isn't real!?!?!

How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house?

What do you do when you're sad?
listen to music to take my mind off it

Who would you call first if you won the lottery?
prob kailyn lol

Last time you saw your best friend?
About 2 hours ago=)

Are you in high school?

What jewelry are you wearing?
2 rings and earrings

Is anyone on your bad side now?
do i have a bad side;)

What's the first thing you do when you get online?
facebooook...duh (:

Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?

How do most people spell your name?

Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?
if i had a bf i would gladly wear his jacket=)

Where do you work?
Chefs market, SH preschool

What are you doing tomorrow?
School, church

Favorite name for a girl?

Favorite name for a boy?

Will you keep your last name when you get married?

When was the last time you left your house?
tonight for karate

Do you return your cart?
usually but i soo didn't tonight=)

Do you have a dishwasher?
i do.

What noise do you hear?
lollipop via lizzy

Would you survive in prison?
yeah...but it'd be hard im sure lol.

Who is the youngest in your family?

If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likey overpack?

Do you know anyone with the same name as you?

What's the last thing you purchased?

Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you?

What brand are your pants right now?
KD Elite (my gi pants=)

Ever been to Georgia (the state)?

What irritates you most on the internet?

What brand is your digital camera?

Do you watch movies with your parents?
yeah! thts family time=)

What song best describes your life right now?
I just haven't met you yet!

Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?
Not rly

Are you taking college classes right now?
Yes 6 of them!

Do you like sushi?
its not half bad=)

Do you get your hair cut every month?

Do you go online everyday?
yes, several times daily=)

1 comment:

Make a Joyful Noise said...

HAHAHA nice! Love the song that describes you, lol, that will be mine 2:>

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