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, April 28, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Homeschool Banquet is friday. =) Can't WAIT!!
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Monday, February 23, 2009

Art Class


So this is what i started painting...it was 3 irises in a clear pitcher with water in it.
I didn't like it.=(

So i painted this, it was suppose to be looking through a window at a garden, but we were running out of time and i was running out of talent and patience, thus i colored the squares random colors...coolio eh?

Here's Justin and Dustin, they make it fun, especially when Ms. Tina walked in to find Justin pretending to put on makeup with the paint brush=) haha

Evan and Ethan, apparently thinking, idk...blank paper and a world of possibilities!
Let's just say they did better than me! =)

Some more peeps in the class.
Art has been a lot of fun, though i must say i think i am better at pencil and working with the ruler and perspective stuff=) Thanks for teaching Ms. Cassie!

Till Then,
Rachael
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Friday, February 6, 2009

Missions Banquet!

Tonight was sooo much fun! I am soo tired i can't go into details...well actually today as a whole was fun. First we had the skit..it went well....grand total of $2247.00 raised by the homeschoolers and over$16,000 by the whole school!

Then i help set up for the banquet, the theme was Winter Wonderland....boy that snow was no fun to clean up!

Then...the banquet took place....Dr. Jessup taught on Faith Promise and how we don't commit because we don't have enough...but he said explain it to the people around the world that we have a house for our car but can't afford to sent the gospel to them....the same people that don't have a house or shoes....the rest is all a blurr...just imagine it beautiful and fun filled...that is all i shall say.

Till Then,

Rachael
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Friday, January 16, 2009

2009 Missions Conference Skit

Hello all, yes i know it's been awhile...i have been quite busy. Lets see what i can come up with.

Today was the first practice for our South Haven Baptist Church Homeschool Group Skit, that will be performed after the Missions Parade. We are having a beautiful feet competition! Evan Stewart and I are hosting the competition! It is gonna be pretty cool! Dustin Lassiter is Sasquatch, Nathan Mann has stinky feet, Lauren Wilson has Ballerina feet, Megan Threlkeld has duck feet! and there are many others. All the quite shy kids are judges, and the little girls are all cheerleaders, and Kailyn Brooke is the Cheer leading Captain! GO KAY! KEEP THE PEP IN YOUR STEP! Go big feet go! ok...i'm done now....sure i'll get a comment on that one =) COMMENT PPL!

We didn't go thru any of it yet...Ms. Melissa has to email me my script. I think it will be awesome!

After that Kailyn, the boys, and I went down to the school and watched the MTC tournament for a bit. It is a basketball tournament the school hosts every year.

After we got back from that, Rebecca, Brooke, and I were taken on a fancy date to cracker barrel with our Grandparents =) It was fun, and when we returned we went and worked out. yeah all that stuff we ate had to go =) Then we stopped back by the school to see a group of ppl from Pensacola Christian College, where brooke goes to school. Some ppl she knew were there and she wanted to introduce us.

And now...i is here....typing cause i knew someone MIGHT read it....=)

Nite,
Till Then,
Rachael
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Spike Knights Vs. Behemoths, Homeschool Volleyball Championship!

Today was the Homeschool Volleyball Championship Game. Yes i know that sounds big, and it was great fun! Our South Haven Baptist Church Homeschool group started practicing and scrimmaging a couple months ago, and tonight was the championship to show off our skills and receive awards. My Team, The Spike Knights (red), played the Behemoths (blue). We were able to come out on top and beat them, but they played very well and had a great spirit about it. We didn't beat them by much either. GREAT JOB KAILYN BROOKE!!!!! =)




This is right before we started the game with prayer. The Spike Knights were deep in stratigic thought while the Behemoths were coniving a winners plan.

All in all it was a great time of Friends, Fellowship, and FOOD!!!! (It's not a Baptist meetin' till there's food!)

Thanks all who participated and cheered us on! We had a great time!

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