Showing posts with label Shivangi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shivangi. Show all posts
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
I'm Back=)
So due to some tragic unforeseen events, I will no longer be spending time on facebook, so you shall see more of me here....(and Kailyn and Shivangi go YAY!!)
So anyone reading this better comment the snot out of my posts...otherwise i'll feel no one is reading.
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So anyone reading this better comment the snot out of my posts...otherwise i'll feel no one is reading.
Blah=(
So school starts on thursday...surprisingly i'm excited....lets get this freshman year ON!
So i'm a little bit on a loss as to what to blog about, so if you have any ideas of something you would like me to post on (like a subject) comment and i'll do my best...i mean it could be anything!
Like who is the president of the north pole...yeah that would be interesting....hmmmm...
So i'm a little bit on a loss as to what to blog about, so if you have any ideas of something you would like me to post on (like a subject) comment and i'll do my best...i mean it could be anything!
Like who is the president of the north pole...yeah that would be interesting....hmmmm...
This Post Includes:
College,
Kailyn Brooke,
Shivangi
Thursday, October 22, 2009
18th Birthday Party, Finally=)
Sunday night was my 18th birthday party, finally. Though i have been 18 for almost two months i hadn't had the time to celebrate it till fall break, which was last week.
I had a couple besties over and we stayed up and watched movies, made signs for the bus route we did on monday, and talked=)
It was great to have Megan Threlkeld back and to catch up with her on what has been going on since she moved.
No tooth paste was used, (except to brush our teeth) even though Rebecca went to bed at 11:00pm. Party Pooper!!!
Monday morning me and Kailyn watched celtic thunder, she hadn't seen my new dvd yet.
Then about 3:00 Kailyn, Shivangi, and i went on bus routes. And that story was told in the post below.
I had a couple besties over and we stayed up and watched movies, made signs for the bus route we did on monday, and talked=)
It was great to have Megan Threlkeld back and to catch up with her on what has been going on since she moved.
No tooth paste was used, (except to brush our teeth) even though Rebecca went to bed at 11:00pm. Party Pooper!!!
Monday morning me and Kailyn watched celtic thunder, she hadn't seen my new dvd yet.
Then about 3:00 Kailyn, Shivangi, and i went on bus routes. And that story was told in the post below.
This Post Includes:
Anniversary Week,
celtic thunder,
Kailyn Brooke,
Megan,
Movie,
Shivangi,
sleepover
Thursday, October 8, 2009
BIG BLUE is Here to FIGHT!!!
This Post Includes:
AJ,
blue team,
Dustin,
Justin Odell,
Kailyn Brooke,
Rachael,
Shivangi,
volleyball
Monday, October 5, 2009
2-0!!!!!!!

The BIG BLUE had it's second game tonight, and we now are 2-0!!!
Tonight's score was 25/13 and 25/15 we were on FIRE!!!
Justin and Dustin had some awesome spikes tonight, and i'm not gonna lie, i was amazed!!! The girls did an awesome job being there to set the guys, (except in the beginning when i kept trying to share and let Dustin have it=) But then i caught on=)
Thursday night we go for 3-0!!! and we play Main St. Church of Christ.
(THEY GOING DOWN!!!)
B-L-U-E everybody knows the team to be!
And don't you forget it!!!
This Post Includes:
AJ,
blue team,
Dustin,
Justin Odell,
Kailyn Brooke,
Rachael,
Shivangi,
volleyball
Thursday, October 1, 2009
What's that i hear????
This Post Includes:
blue team,
Dustin,
Justin Odell,
Kailyn Brooke,
Rachael,
Shivangi,
volleyball
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Volleyball Season Begins!!!
This Post Includes:
Dustin,
Justin Odell,
Kailyn Brooke,
Rachael,
Shivangi,
volleyball
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Bonfire!!!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Corn and Stars???
Hmmm I don't think they actually go together...except Rebecca, Mom, Shivangi and I had fun doing both. Smiley borrowed a movie last night that we wanted to see as well, so we had a lil sleep over=) Under the condition that she help us shuck corn, then we could watch the movie.
We are such girls!!!! Some of the pieces of corn...well lets just say they had already been eaten or better yet they were inhabited!!!! EWWWW!!!!! We laughed so hard tho!
Then we watched the movie, Come What May...not bad for homeschoolers i must say=)
Then we decided to watch the remains of a meteor shower....it was SOOOO cool! Especially since Smiley had never done it before=) (Yeah us TN folk laying in the bed of a truck staring at the sky=)
I saw 25 falling stars last night...two of which were just amazing!!! They both lasted entirely too long and were too bright to look like a shooting star....and they left a trail that could be seen many seconds after it had passed! They looked like a fire work falling from the sky rather than some distant object! I am amazed and frightened by the splendor i saw last night!
I got so tired and i had decided to go to bed when i had seen 20 (because it is divisible by 5) but then i accidentally saw another and had to stay till 25!
Then i headed for the house....looking at the ground that is=)=)
It was a perfect night for it too...cool and clear=)
Till Then,
We are such girls!!!! Some of the pieces of corn...well lets just say they had already been eaten or better yet they were inhabited!!!! EWWWW!!!!! We laughed so hard tho!
Then we watched the movie, Come What May...not bad for homeschoolers i must say=)
Then we decided to watch the remains of a meteor shower....it was SOOOO cool! Especially since Smiley had never done it before=) (Yeah us TN folk laying in the bed of a truck staring at the sky=)
I saw 25 falling stars last night...two of which were just amazing!!! They both lasted entirely too long and were too bright to look like a shooting star....and they left a trail that could be seen many seconds after it had passed! They looked like a fire work falling from the sky rather than some distant object! I am amazed and frightened by the splendor i saw last night!
I got so tired and i had decided to go to bed when i had seen 20 (because it is divisible by 5) but then i accidentally saw another and had to stay till 25!
Then i headed for the house....looking at the ground that is=)=)
It was a perfect night for it too...cool and clear=)
Till Then,
Monday, August 10, 2009
A Day at Dollywood
These are all pix from our trip to Dollywood, in no particular order=)
A group that preformed a bunch of the great oldies, i have some videos of them i'll upload later.
They sang A Capella and did a great job!
This Post Includes:
Dolly Wood,
Shivangi,
Vacation
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Scrunched??? What do you think???
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Pictures Justin Odell Sent from YC
The theme this year was to take care of that 800lb gorilla in your life,
the secret thing only you & God know about
This Post Includes:
Bus,
Justin Odell,
pictures,
Shivangi,
Youth Conference
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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

















