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;
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Cruise Video - "That's Amore" by our dinner staff=)



=)=)
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Cruise Pictures - Grand Cayman Island


Rebecca, Mom and I at Rum Cake factory. (It was part of the tour)

Our pretty toes=)

Me, Rebecca, Mom and our awesome tour guide.

Mom, me and rebecca swimming in the ocean of the coast of the cayman islands=)

He didn't have a patch...so i was helpin' him out, ya know?

Yes, while we were in the Cayman Islands we visited a place called Hell.

It was titled this because the ocean had receded at this specific place and left coral that died and turned black, appearing like brimstone.

So, of course they made a big tourist attraction out of it.

And thankfully they were telling the Good News too=)

=)

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Cruise Pictures - Dinner and Desserts=)


Elegant Night
My family and our two waiters, Indrayana and Antara (both from Indonesia).

Antara dancing during one of the dinner shows.
Indrayana (Indie) dancing during one of the dinner shows.


The next few are just a couple of the fancy desserts we got to enjoy during the trip.

And this...this is what we ate them with=)=)
Powerful thing, this fork!

Daddy and Rebecca on one of the two elegant nights.


Rebecca, Mom and I at one of the cruise casual dinners.

Daddy enjoying his hot chocolate...Although, his etiquette treated it like tea, lol.

Dear Dinner,
Prepare to die!

In case you cannot read this..it is part of the menu that says "Grilled Breast of Corn Fed Chicken."
So wait...WHO CARES WHAT THE CHICKEN ATE!?!?!

hehe


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Saturday, May 22, 2010

Cruise Pictures - The Carnival Freedom

The Chic Dining Room where we dined every night.
(Pictures of our waiters to come later)
Each dinner was completed with a starter, main course, dessert and a show.
We were in the late dinner setting at 8:15pm and were usually finished by 10:00pm (i know late huh?)

The Victoriana Lounge where all the big shows took place...usually around 10:30pm...so we were ready for bed by the time we got back to our rooms around midnight.




The Main Lobby of the Carnival Freedom was a truly amazing sight. This photo only shows the 4th and 5th levels (the lobby starts on level 3 and the ceiling extends to level 12, very high ceiling indeed)

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Saturday, May 8, 2010

Hats!


Awww it matches me!

BIG BOW!

too big! for a FAT HEAD!!!

awww it matches=)
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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Good Morning Brain, it's time to think!

Try this to get your brain moving!

The Color Test


Please leave a comment with your first and final scores when your done!!!

My first score was 36% then my final (which was my second) was 100%.

IF YOU PAY ATTENTION, you will notice a pattern in the correct answers location.

GOOD LUCK!!!


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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Swift Water Run...Better Known as the "Toilet Bowl"=)


One of the many water slides at Dolly Parton's Splash Country.
Believe it or not we got my mom to ride it!!!
You go down the shoot on a tube then it goes round and round in the "bowl" and then you drop down the middle thru a hole. It was fun!

We are havin so much fun and i have some pictures i have taken of us, but the wireless is slow and won't let me upload them=(
I'll def put them on here when we get home=)

Miss you all!
Till Then,

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Wordless Wednesday Double=)



(what we did on a wednesday night during a tornado warning=)

Till Then,

(Oh yeah and Kailyn came later...she stayed at church a little longer just to be daring=)
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

We the Peeps=)

Just a few pics from my day with Smiley=)




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Scrunched??? What do you think???

Shivangi came over today and we attempted to scrunch my hair.
I like it, its not super curly but its scrunched=)


So what do you think???

I got it cut to, so that helped a little.

Till then,

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Monday, June 29, 2009

Volleyball Camp


So yes, volleyball camp ended on Friday.
We had so much fun and learned a TON! (and still have a ton more to learn or at least work on applying what we learned;P)
And as Shivangi told you we only got one pic=)
So here it is..

Coach Green awarded 6 People with metals.

Jill Edmondson-Best all around player
Erika Boardman-Best all around player
Kelly-Sportsmanship Award
Kailyn Stewart-Most aggressive player
Shivangi Soni-Most Encouraging player
Rachael- Leadership Award

We also each received a certificate showing we completed the camp.
It reads:
Athletic Achievement Award
2009 "All for Him" Volleyball Camp
Rachael Campbell
Has successfully completed and intensive
five-day volleyball camp at South Haven Christian School
and has achieved:
423+ Forearm passes
76 Overhead Sets
80% Serving
39 Shuttleline Passes
Carol S Green, Head Coach - Scott Rhein, Assistant Coach

To explain some of that, intensive is a little harsh a work...lets just say concentrated volleyball camp=)
and the 423+ as im sure every1 will say doesn't count cause it was with scott...but i remind you he didn't do it all by himself=)

We all had a lot of fun learning and getting to know the visiting girls.
Hope it will help us in this season and that the rest of the team can learn and apply these things too=)

Till Then,
Rachael
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Monday, February 23, 2009

Senior Pictures

So today was senior pics, and Ms. Cassie graciously agreed to do my hair, we wanted it different from my every day hair, but not super different that it wasn't me.
Check it out=)


My unstraightened, Poofy hair at the beginning of Ms. Cassie's little Miracle=)
And Emma Leigh keeping me company.

Yeah, this is after she got the curlers in...don't know why i love this pic

The curlers are coming out...hmmm what is gonna happen!? will it be a major poof!?

Rachael is surprised and pleased=) My hair does cooperate!

Ms. Cassie getting the hair off my shoulder and me displeased at how much fell out=) haha She obviously thought it was funny...??

The result, that is with out makeup:P

Till Then,
Rachael
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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