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;

Monday, May 3, 2010

Kailyn having a outta body experience


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Grand Ole Opry=(=(


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Sunday, May 2, 2010

Tag! You're It!

01. Raised in: Springfield, Tn
02. Dads name: Darrell
03. Any siblings: One Sister, Rebecca
04. Younger or older: Younger
05. Hair color: Brown
06. Hair length: Medium
07. First school: Greenridge Church of Christ Pre-school
08. Eye color: Brown
09. Mood: tired
10. Smell: Sweet Pea
11. Height: 5'2
12. Lefty/righty: Righty
THIS OR THAT:
01. Love or money: Both=)
02. Television or internet: internet
03. Pepsi or coke: Dr. Pepper=)
04. Fun night out or romantic: Fun now, Both later
05. Phone or in person: Phone works
09. Aim or myspace im: AIM
HAVE YOU EVER:
01. Have you ever been caught sneaking out? Nope
02. Have you ever skinny dipped: Nope
03. Have you ever done something you regret? YEP!
04. Have you ever eaten raw fish? Yep
05. Have you ever been on a house boat? Yep
06. Have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker? Yep
07. Have you ever dyed your hair? Just highlights
08. Have you ever called the wrong number? Yes, plenty of times
09. Have you ever ran away? Not from home...but i have run away from things yes
ARE YOU:
01. Are you missing someone right now? yes
02. Are you talking to anyone? no
03. Are you German: no
04. Are you Italian: no
05. Are you French: no
06. Are you British: no
07. Are you Norwegian? no
08. Are you Indian: no
09. Are you close to your grandparents: yes
RANDOM:
01. Best male friends: Ty, Jesse
02. Best female friends: Shivangi, Kailyn
03. What do you do when ur together? Talk and talk some more and talk even more...
04. Share the same interests: some
05. Do you have a low self esteem? occasionally
06. Do you get depressed about things easily? If i think too hard about them
07. Do you live life to the fullest? I try too!
09. Are you scared of growing up old and alone? nope, i know my 'dream boy' is out there somewhere
10. What do you want to be when you grow up? An adult=P
11. Favorite season? Spring!
12. Are you a vegetarian? EW no!
13. Current song your listening to? Hallelujah
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Flooding


This is the pond in front of my house (that doesn't hold water!)
Few more feet and it is going over our road....lovely.
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Saturday, May 1, 2010

New Post

New Post on "College Stuff" check it out!
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Wordless Wednesday (the picture says it all!)

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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Interestingness

BIOLOGY

Are you Right-Handed or Left? Right!

Have You ever had anything removed from your body? blood!

What was the Last Heavy thing you lifted? my book bag!

FOOD-OLGY

What is your salad dressing of choice? Ranch

What is your Favorite sit-down restaurant? Demos

What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it? Mac and cheese

What are your pizza toppings of choice? cheese, sausage, and banana peppers

What do you like to put on your toast? smuckers strawberry jam

RANDOM-OLOGY

If it were possible would you want to know the day you were going to die? No

If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I like my name… i don’t want to change my name! ~

Would you drink an entire bottle of hotsause for $1000? no, the $1000 would not cover the medical bill

DUMB-OLOGY

How many pairs of FlipFlops do you own? 10 or 15

Last time you had a run-in with the Cops? Does getting my fingerprints done count??? if not then ...um...never?

Last person you talked to in person? Rebecca

Favorite Month? May

CURRENT-OLOGY

Mood? tired

What are you listening to? Celtic Thunder;)

Watching? my computer screen?

Worrying about? FINALS

RANDOM-OLOGY

What's the Last movie you watched? Sherlock Holmes

Do You Smile often? Yep!

Do you always answer your Phone? 99.99% of the time i do, unless i'm in class i hit ignore and call them back laters

If you could change your eye color what would it be? Green=)

What Flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Cherry Limeade or Peanut butter fudge shake=)

Do you own a Digital Camera? I do, whether or not it works is a different question

Have you ever had a pet Fish? yes

Favorite Christmas Song? O Holy Night

What's on your wishlist for your Birthday? money=) I need to go shopping

Can you do push-ups? yes

Can you do chin-ups? Nope

Do you have any saved texts? Yes

Ever been in a Car wreck? yes, but i wasn't driving

Do you have an Accent? people not from around here say i do

What is the Last song to make you cry? Idk

Plans Tonight? HW

Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? yep

Name 2 things you bought yesterday? Food and food

Have You ever been given Roses? yes

Current Hate Right now? hw

Met someone who changed your life? Yes.

What were you doing 12 AM last night? asleep

What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? long day ahead...i don't want to get up!

TECHNLOGY

How many televisions do you have in your house? 4

What color cellphone do you have? black

What does the first text in your inbox say, and who sent it? "Idt there is gonna b v-ball 2nite" -NB

Who was the last person to call you? Devan Finn



Well that was fun....lol

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Damian McGinty - Home

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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