disheartened...
Maybe it's just plain jealousy. Idunno. I was reading several blogs today, by way of links from other blogs, when I came to realize that most other Christian bloggers seem to write solely about spiritual matters. They seem deep and meaningful, and the posts I read were quite good and had valuable things to say. So why is it that I find myself writing most days about what I had for dinner or what the kids did? Am I less of a person, spiritually speaking, than they who write spiritually? Couldn't they just be "praying loudly on street corners"? I am certainly not the one to judge their sinceriety, besides the fact that I truely do enjoy most of the ones I have read. But regardless of whether they are being real or not, I have come to a conclusion regarding my ho-hum writing. I can't write about what I'm learning from God when I'm not taking the time to listen to Him. To be totally and completely frank, my consistency in my personal time with God has been pushed to the back burner this summer. Being on the back burner doesn't mean it's gone completely; it just means it is not receiving the attention it deserves. (For the record, the stereo in my car is messed up right now, and I'm beginning to believe God let it break so we could have more time to talk!) While I do not believe reading the Bible daily is a direct command of God, I do believe frequent Bible-reading is a critical part of one's relationship with God. It's the main way we hear what God has to say to us and what His will is for us. So if we say that knowing God's will is so important, why don't we investigate it constantly? Why don't I? Why was it so easy for six years for me to read my Bible every single day, yet all of a sudden in a single year, when I feel my life as a Christian is at a much higher level than it ever has been, it is now like pulling teeth? Option A is that for six years it was just part of the routein. Now that it has deeper significance, it doesn't just "happen," it takes effort. (I had an Option B, but I forgot what it was.) I've been talking to God daily about this for some time now. I realize, and admit to Him, that when I do read His Word I love it. I can't get enough, once I'm started. It's just that "getting started" part that seems to be hard right now. Lately, I've been averaging about three days a week on my Bible reading. I know God doesn't keep score, but I also know that I could give Him a lot more of my time and consideration. He deserves far more than I am giving Him. Granted, He deserves far more than I ever could give Him. I don't know where I'm going with all of this. I guess this is just my confession. In Sunday school, Bryan mentioned how we put up guards around ourselves by always asking prayer requests for other people, never acknowledging our own needs, thereby never allowing anyone to really know anything about us. I thought of this today. I thought it would be appropriate for me to acknowledge my shortcomings. I also thought today about something that I heard once, or more than once: if it is easy (or costs you nothing), it is not really sacrifice. For me, worshipping God through songs is not really sacrifice. It doesn't cost me anything, and it's not really "hard" for me. I don't know that I would call reading my Bible a sacrifice either, but it may turn out to be even more valuable in my life since it is something that is a little more difficult, at least right now. These are my thoughts. These are my confessions.
Jul 28, 2004
random abbey thought of the day...
Out of the blue today, Abbey (12) asked me, "Are you and Niki best friends?" "Not best friends," I replied. "What makes you ask that?" "Cause you two get along so good. And you sure do laugh alot together."
Mind you, Niki and her mom Lori came for a visit back in the beginning of May. Today, nearing the end of July, Abbey asks me this. You've got to love the 12-year-old mind!
She did make me think, though. I really do enjoy Niki's company. I think we have similar personalities in certain ways. And definitely a similar sense of humor... a bit on the sarcastic side. Funny how you don't notice things until a 12-year-old points them out to you.
Out of the blue today, Abbey (12) asked me, "Are you and Niki best friends?" "Not best friends," I replied. "What makes you ask that?" "Cause you two get along so good. And you sure do laugh alot together."
Mind you, Niki and her mom Lori came for a visit back in the beginning of May. Today, nearing the end of July, Abbey asks me this. You've got to love the 12-year-old mind!
She did make me think, though. I really do enjoy Niki's company. I think we have similar personalities in certain ways. And definitely a similar sense of humor... a bit on the sarcastic side. Funny how you don't notice things until a 12-year-old points them out to you.
Jul 27, 2004
plan ahead...
Where will you be January 2-5, 2005? I'll be at Passion '05, Lord willing. I've wanted to go to a Passion confrence ever since I first heard about them. They only come around once every other year, so you have to grab the opportunity when you can. Last time (Oneday '03) the dates were during the semester, like Tuesday through Friday, which is a LOT of time to take off from school. This time, however, it'll be before classes start, so I'm definitely going to try to go. For anyone else who might be interested, be sure to check out the link. In addition, be sure to register soon because space fills up quickly and prices go up, too.
Where will you be January 2-5, 2005? I'll be at Passion '05, Lord willing. I've wanted to go to a Passion confrence ever since I first heard about them. They only come around once every other year, so you have to grab the opportunity when you can. Last time (Oneday '03) the dates were during the semester, like Tuesday through Friday, which is a LOT of time to take off from school. This time, however, it'll be before classes start, so I'm definitely going to try to go. For anyone else who might be interested, be sure to check out the link. In addition, be sure to register soon because space fills up quickly and prices go up, too.
Jul 26, 2004
the day the silence ended...
I had the house to myself for an entire week. Matt, Alyssa, and Abbey went to Texas to visit their uncle, and Rex, Marti, and Ashlee went to Brazil on a mission trip. I got bored at times, but it sure was nice being on my own schedule and having a quiet house for a while. I was excited to see the kids when I picked them up at the airport on Sunday (which is another story altogether), but without Marti here to be the one in charge, I'm playing "mom" again for a few days. I don't mind it, except that the kids are still in "vacation with Uncle Chuck" mindset, which means I'm having to nag them to clean up after themselves and all that stuff. I hate sounding like the "bad guy," always saying "come get your cup" or "is this your plate?" or "make sure this is all cleaned up before you go to bed." A necessary part of being the responsible adult, I suppose. I'm sympathizing with moms everywhere tonight, though, because after cooking dinner, no one really ate any. Well, Alyssa did have some salad, and I would have made the rest of the stuff for myself anyway, so I guess it's no biggie. Anyway, random thoughts of the day. Rex comes home tomorrow, so I can at least split the responsibility. I figure, however, that by the time I have my own teenagers, I will be well-experienced in raising them! Later.
I had the house to myself for an entire week. Matt, Alyssa, and Abbey went to Texas to visit their uncle, and Rex, Marti, and Ashlee went to Brazil on a mission trip. I got bored at times, but it sure was nice being on my own schedule and having a quiet house for a while. I was excited to see the kids when I picked them up at the airport on Sunday (which is another story altogether), but without Marti here to be the one in charge, I'm playing "mom" again for a few days. I don't mind it, except that the kids are still in "vacation with Uncle Chuck" mindset, which means I'm having to nag them to clean up after themselves and all that stuff. I hate sounding like the "bad guy," always saying "come get your cup" or "is this your plate?" or "make sure this is all cleaned up before you go to bed." A necessary part of being the responsible adult, I suppose. I'm sympathizing with moms everywhere tonight, though, because after cooking dinner, no one really ate any. Well, Alyssa did have some salad, and I would have made the rest of the stuff for myself anyway, so I guess it's no biggie. Anyway, random thoughts of the day. Rex comes home tomorrow, so I can at least split the responsibility. I figure, however, that by the time I have my own teenagers, I will be well-experienced in raising them! Later.
Jul 17, 2004
new things...
First off, I get all used to the way Blogger is set up for me to publish my blog, and they go and change it completely. But it'll be fine. Secondly, lots of news from yesterday. Abbey got her cast off her foot after six weeks. Marti suddenly had to turn her car back in because the barter deal for it didn't work out the way they had planned, so the Briant family is back to one automobile for a while. (A new one is in the works, however.) So I went to pick up Marti and Abbey yesterday when they turned in the car, and then we took Abbey for her long-awaited pedicure, which was her "treat" after getting her cast off. Marti and I got pedicures, as well, which was my very first one ever! It was fun. I wasn't sure how I would feel about somebody messing with my feet, but it was nice. And now I have super cute orange-sherbert-colored piggies with nifty white flowers on the big toes.
The Briants are leaving for the week, so I'm gonna have the house to myself for a while. Rex is heading to Brasil today, and Matt, Alyssa, and Abbey are going to Dallas to stay with their uncle. Marti and Ashley are leaving for Brasil on Sunday. After that, it's just me for more than a week. Well, me and Solomon the dog. Not sure what exactly I'm going to do to keep myself occupied after work. I'll figure something out.
Well, for now I'm off to make a smoothie before going to the airport. Later.
First off, I get all used to the way Blogger is set up for me to publish my blog, and they go and change it completely. But it'll be fine. Secondly, lots of news from yesterday. Abbey got her cast off her foot after six weeks. Marti suddenly had to turn her car back in because the barter deal for it didn't work out the way they had planned, so the Briant family is back to one automobile for a while. (A new one is in the works, however.) So I went to pick up Marti and Abbey yesterday when they turned in the car, and then we took Abbey for her long-awaited pedicure, which was her "treat" after getting her cast off. Marti and I got pedicures, as well, which was my very first one ever! It was fun. I wasn't sure how I would feel about somebody messing with my feet, but it was nice. And now I have super cute orange-sherbert-colored piggies with nifty white flowers on the big toes.
The Briants are leaving for the week, so I'm gonna have the house to myself for a while. Rex is heading to Brasil today, and Matt, Alyssa, and Abbey are going to Dallas to stay with their uncle. Marti and Ashley are leaving for Brasil on Sunday. After that, it's just me for more than a week. Well, me and Solomon the dog. Not sure what exactly I'm going to do to keep myself occupied after work. I'll figure something out.
Well, for now I'm off to make a smoothie before going to the airport. Later.
Jul 12, 2004
awesome song...
There's a new song that we were just introduced to yesterday at choir practice, and it's awesome!
Marti got the CD of the book it's in, and we listened to this song like 10 times in the car today!
There's a new song that we were just introduced to yesterday at choir practice, and it's awesome!
I call You holy, Lord You are holy,
You are so holy to me
I call You holy, Lord You are holy,
Holy You are and holy You'll be
I call You awesome, Lord You are awesome,
You are so awesome to me
I call You awesome, Lord You are awesome,
Awesome You are and awesome You'll be
I call You Jireh, Lord my provider,
You are provider to me
I call You Jireh, Lord my provider
Jireh You are and provider You'll be
I call You Healer, Lord You are Healer
You're the Great Healer to me
I call You Healer, Lord You are Healer
Healer You are and Healer You'll be
I call You all that, Lord You are all that
You have been all that to me
I call You all that, Lord You are all that
All that you are and all that You'll be
Marti got the CD of the book it's in, and we listened to this song like 10 times in the car today!
Jul 11, 2004
dang!...
We had CHURCH today! It was so awesome! Pastor Johnny has been out of town for like two weeks, and he's always really fired up when he comes back from not preaching for a while, so it was a given already that today's services would be powerful. Before this morning's service, Sunday School was also really good. Lots of good information and good participation from everyone. Then, the worship time in the service was good, and Pastor Johnny preached an energetic message. Tonight's service was unbelievable. There were a bunch of baptisms, many from our "regular" crowd and many from our inner-city ministry. That part of the service alone seemed to go on forever and it was awesome. (I love watching baptisms.) Then, we had a great time of praise and worship, followed by a very powerful and passionate soloist, followed by the choir special which was amazing! The choir special was a really good arrangement of "Days of Elijah," which I really enjoy anyway, and add to that the incredible lady who sang with the choir, plus (most significant) the awesome presence of the Spirit of God that was present as thousands of His children joined together to praise His name. Our service starts at 6:00, and by 7:15 Pastor Johnny was just getting up to speak! Sometimes things get long because we make them long, but tonight was prolonged by the Spirit of God and it was incredible. I love, love, love times like that, when His presence is just so evident and all you can do is continue to praise Him. That's what heaven's gonna be like. We will be compelled continually to praise Him. On, and on, and on, and it will be awesome!!!
We had CHURCH today! It was so awesome! Pastor Johnny has been out of town for like two weeks, and he's always really fired up when he comes back from not preaching for a while, so it was a given already that today's services would be powerful. Before this morning's service, Sunday School was also really good. Lots of good information and good participation from everyone. Then, the worship time in the service was good, and Pastor Johnny preached an energetic message. Tonight's service was unbelievable. There were a bunch of baptisms, many from our "regular" crowd and many from our inner-city ministry. That part of the service alone seemed to go on forever and it was awesome. (I love watching baptisms.) Then, we had a great time of praise and worship, followed by a very powerful and passionate soloist, followed by the choir special which was amazing! The choir special was a really good arrangement of "Days of Elijah," which I really enjoy anyway, and add to that the incredible lady who sang with the choir, plus (most significant) the awesome presence of the Spirit of God that was present as thousands of His children joined together to praise His name. Our service starts at 6:00, and by 7:15 Pastor Johnny was just getting up to speak! Sometimes things get long because we make them long, but tonight was prolonged by the Spirit of God and it was incredible. I love, love, love times like that, when His presence is just so evident and all you can do is continue to praise Him. That's what heaven's gonna be like. We will be compelled continually to praise Him. On, and on, and on, and it will be awesome!!!
Days of Elijah
Words and Music by Robin Mark
These are the days of Elijah
Declaring the Word of the Lord
And these are the days of your servant Moses
Righteousness being restored
And though these are days of great trials
Of famine and darkness and sword
Still we are the voice in the desert crying
Prepare ye the way of the Lord!
Behold He comes! Riding on the clouds!
Shining like the sun! At the trumpet call
Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!
And these are the days of Ezekiel
The dry bones becoming as flesh
And these are the days of your servant David
Rebuilding a temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest
The fields are as white in the world
And we are the labourers in your vineyard
Declaring the word of the Lord!
Behold He comes! Riding on the clouds!
Shining like the sun! At the trumpet call
Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
(Repeat 3 times)
Behold He comes! Riding on the clouds!
Shining like the sun! At the trumpet call
Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!
Behold He comes! Riding on the clouds!
Shining like the sun! At the trumpet call
Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!
Jul 10, 2004
mini shopping spree...
Well, I went to Target today to get out of the house and to find a water bottle that I like. I had two other necessities on my list, one of which Target did not have. But while there, I managed to spend $60. How does that happen? I don't think it was a waste though. I found a backpack for school, which I had been looking for; I got the water bottle I went for; I got soap, which was on my list; and my "splurge" item was a set of really trendy silverware that was marked down. The backpack is perfect, which is a big deal to me because I'm really picky about backpacks. This one's a black, fairly plain, one-strap Jan Sport. The water bottle is perfect, too. I'm also really picky about those. This one is made by Eddie Bower and it's this cool nearly-unbreakable plastic that's supposed to be better for you, health wise, than other plastics. The silverware were calling my name. I always look at silverware, but could never justify buying them until now. (Yeah, I'm weird. I'd rather shop for housewares than clothes any day.) The mark-down sign in front of them was all the justification I needed. I had one other splurge item the other day. I was at Pac-Sun with Marti looking for a hat for Sam's birthday when the world's most perfect pair of brown Reefs jumped out at me. There was one pair hanging at eye level, which was about 4 rows down from the others like it, and that pair was my size. I tried them on and I fell in love. Yes, they cost way more than I would normally spend on any shoes, much less flops, but they are incredibly comfortable, and I reasonably justified this one by determining that for approximately 75% of the past year all I have worn is my brown flops. So I'm really happy with the stuff I have purchased this week, but I'm not allowed to spend any more money. Hopefully I can stick to that!
Well, I went to Target today to get out of the house and to find a water bottle that I like. I had two other necessities on my list, one of which Target did not have. But while there, I managed to spend $60. How does that happen? I don't think it was a waste though. I found a backpack for school, which I had been looking for; I got the water bottle I went for; I got soap, which was on my list; and my "splurge" item was a set of really trendy silverware that was marked down. The backpack is perfect, which is a big deal to me because I'm really picky about backpacks. This one's a black, fairly plain, one-strap Jan Sport. The water bottle is perfect, too. I'm also really picky about those. This one is made by Eddie Bower and it's this cool nearly-unbreakable plastic that's supposed to be better for you, health wise, than other plastics. The silverware were calling my name. I always look at silverware, but could never justify buying them until now. (Yeah, I'm weird. I'd rather shop for housewares than clothes any day.) The mark-down sign in front of them was all the justification I needed. I had one other splurge item the other day. I was at Pac-Sun with Marti looking for a hat for Sam's birthday when the world's most perfect pair of brown Reefs jumped out at me. There was one pair hanging at eye level, which was about 4 rows down from the others like it, and that pair was my size. I tried them on and I fell in love. Yes, they cost way more than I would normally spend on any shoes, much less flops, but they are incredibly comfortable, and I reasonably justified this one by determining that for approximately 75% of the past year all I have worn is my brown flops. So I'm really happy with the stuff I have purchased this week, but I'm not allowed to spend any more money. Hopefully I can stick to that!
Jul 9, 2004
condensed...
This will be the condensed version of the Bible study on Ruth 1 that I led last night with the girls.
The story: A man named Elimelech lived in Bethlehem with his wife Naomi and two sons Mahlon and Chilon. Bethlehem was where the people of God lived at the time. A famine came in Bethlehem as punishment for the sinful lifestyle that God's people were participating in. Elimelech decided that another city, Moab, had more to offer, so he took his family there. They probably only planned to stay for a short while, but the two sons wound up marrying Moabite girls named Ruth and Orpah, they stayed for about 10 years, and eventually Elimelech and his two sons died. The three women were left. Naomi was going to return to Bethlehem because she had heard that the famine was over and God was providing food, but she urged the two girls to stay in Moab and return to their homes. The girls said they were going with her. After more urging, Orpah decided to return home, but Ruth stayed with Naomi. Naomi and Ruth returned to Bethlehem, but Naomi was so bitter for the things that had happened to her that she even wanted to change her name signifying her bitterness (Mara).
Important notes: Most of the names in this story have significant meanings. Elimelech: My God is King. Bethlehem: house of bread. Naomi: pleasant. Mahlon: unhealthy, sickly. Chilon: puny, pining. Moab: washpot; "what father?". Orpah: deer; stiffnecked. Ruth: beauty, friendship, mercy.
Elimelech, the one whose name signifies that he believes in God, quit trusting in the providence of God and relied on his own strength. He left the place God had for him and went to live in a sinful nation. Next, his sons married two girls from this pagan nation. All three guys died, leaving three widows (which, at that time, were equivalent to the homeless in our society), so when Naomi heard that God's blessing had returned to Bethlehem, she decided to go back. Even though the Christian family had been living in a pagan nation for a long time, their faith must have still had an impact on the two daughters-in-law because they were both interested in following Naomi back to her homeland and her way of life. Naomi was upfront with the girls and let them know that coming with her would not be an easy thing for them to do. It would be difficult. After considering the cost, Orpah decided it wasn't for her, but Ruth committed to Naomi wholeheartedly. Upon her return to Bethlehem, Naomi complained that the Lord had brought her back empty and she wanted to change her name to Mara to signify her bitterness. The Lord had other plans for her, however. He did not change her name... there was still hope for her. She was not destined to be bitter forever. She would still "experience great joy in her life and in her God. God had not abandoned her."
Characters to which we can relate:
Like Orpah, many people say they want to follow God, but they change their minds when they find out how tough it may be... that it won't be a walk in the park.
Like Elimelech, some Christians who are in a tough place, when given the choice of trusting God or running, choose to run. They doubt the "Fatherhood" of God and that He will take care of them. The step out in willful disobedience and rely on their own strength.
Like Naomi, some Christians who have run away do return, but they want to make sure God knows that they are mad at Him for letting bad things happen. They let bitterness take over and define who they are.
Like Ruth, true Christians consider the cost of following Christ and follow knowing that it might not be easy. They commit to Him through good times and bad.
Something else we can learn: "We can never expect to bring back anything productive from our [trip] to Moab! If we are true sons of God then the Lord will bring us back to Himself, but it is not usually pleasant."
This will be the condensed version of the Bible study on Ruth 1 that I led last night with the girls.
The story: A man named Elimelech lived in Bethlehem with his wife Naomi and two sons Mahlon and Chilon. Bethlehem was where the people of God lived at the time. A famine came in Bethlehem as punishment for the sinful lifestyle that God's people were participating in. Elimelech decided that another city, Moab, had more to offer, so he took his family there. They probably only planned to stay for a short while, but the two sons wound up marrying Moabite girls named Ruth and Orpah, they stayed for about 10 years, and eventually Elimelech and his two sons died. The three women were left. Naomi was going to return to Bethlehem because she had heard that the famine was over and God was providing food, but she urged the two girls to stay in Moab and return to their homes. The girls said they were going with her. After more urging, Orpah decided to return home, but Ruth stayed with Naomi. Naomi and Ruth returned to Bethlehem, but Naomi was so bitter for the things that had happened to her that she even wanted to change her name signifying her bitterness (Mara).
Important notes: Most of the names in this story have significant meanings. Elimelech: My God is King. Bethlehem: house of bread. Naomi: pleasant. Mahlon: unhealthy, sickly. Chilon: puny, pining. Moab: washpot; "what father?". Orpah: deer; stiffnecked. Ruth: beauty, friendship, mercy.
Elimelech, the one whose name signifies that he believes in God, quit trusting in the providence of God and relied on his own strength. He left the place God had for him and went to live in a sinful nation. Next, his sons married two girls from this pagan nation. All three guys died, leaving three widows (which, at that time, were equivalent to the homeless in our society), so when Naomi heard that God's blessing had returned to Bethlehem, she decided to go back. Even though the Christian family had been living in a pagan nation for a long time, their faith must have still had an impact on the two daughters-in-law because they were both interested in following Naomi back to her homeland and her way of life. Naomi was upfront with the girls and let them know that coming with her would not be an easy thing for them to do. It would be difficult. After considering the cost, Orpah decided it wasn't for her, but Ruth committed to Naomi wholeheartedly. Upon her return to Bethlehem, Naomi complained that the Lord had brought her back empty and she wanted to change her name to Mara to signify her bitterness. The Lord had other plans for her, however. He did not change her name... there was still hope for her. She was not destined to be bitter forever. She would still "experience great joy in her life and in her God. God had not abandoned her."
Characters to which we can relate:
Like Orpah, many people say they want to follow God, but they change their minds when they find out how tough it may be... that it won't be a walk in the park.
Like Elimelech, some Christians who are in a tough place, when given the choice of trusting God or running, choose to run. They doubt the "Fatherhood" of God and that He will take care of them. The step out in willful disobedience and rely on their own strength.
Like Naomi, some Christians who have run away do return, but they want to make sure God knows that they are mad at Him for letting bad things happen. They let bitterness take over and define who they are.
Like Ruth, true Christians consider the cost of following Christ and follow knowing that it might not be easy. They commit to Him through good times and bad.
Something else we can learn: "We can never expect to bring back anything productive from our [trip] to Moab! If we are true sons of God then the Lord will bring us back to Himself, but it is not usually pleasant."
Jul 8, 2004
more...
I forgot to mention, since I was busy ranting, that my book was also delivered. It's called TwentySomeone. Yes, "someone" not "something." That's the whole point. When you say "twenty-something" it's like making people into nothing more than a statistic. (Okay, that's not always how the word is used, but for the example.) This book addresses asking yourself the question "who am I?" which is more useful and fulfilling than "what am I supposed to do with my life?" So far it's been really good. It talks about who God has made us to be and how we have a primary calling of "living out our identity as children of God." Our secondary calling is the part of life that is individual to all of us, such as what job we choose, how we serve in our church, etc. As the book points out, however, sometimes God chooses to wait to reveal this part to us until later on in life. One possibility for this is that He wants us to focus on our primary calling during our younger years (say, our twenties). It gives an acronym (borrowed from another book) on how we begin the process of discovering our secondary purpose. We have to consider our SHAPE: spiritual gifts, heart, abilities, personality, and experience. There is a section about each of these. One quote under "heart" that really stuck out to me was this: "What is it I'm passionate about? ... If we don't pursue the passions contained within our desires (the good ones, that is) because they're impractical or we think they're silly or we're too busy, we run the risk of losing a major part of ourselves. So once you figure out what you're passionate about, cultivate those things. We need to care for our hearts and passions--examine them, write about them, share them, express them--or we will grow cold and disconnected as we pursue things in life we don't really care about." So that's what I'm doing here! Writing about my passions. And hopefully this is just the start. My desire is to go further by actually developing things in my life that I am passionate about. Like the quote says, sometimes I feel like my desires are silly or impractical or I'm too busy, but I really want to do certain things despite those facts. Here's my list, or a shortened version of it for your sake!
1. I want to learn to be a better photographer. (I'm signed up for a class this fall... as long as I get in and I can get a camera, we're on the right track.)
2. I want to learn to play the guitar. (I own one but can't play it.)
3. I want to learn to play the cello. (If I still care to learn a third instrument after the guitar, this will be it. Or if the guitar doesn't work out too well, this is another option.)
4. I want to learn to paint.
5. I want to go to a gym on a regular basis. (During the school year I'm pretty good about going twice a week. When I graduate, however, I need to find one close to wherever I live and make myself go. I enjoy it when I'm there, it's just hard to get myself there at times.)
6. I would love to sing in a really good choir. (This one is dependent upon where I live and whether or not that area has one. I'm open to suggestions about this, if anybody has any info.)
7. I MUST be involved in a good strong group of believers. I CANNOT let this get pushed to the back burner. (While in St. Augustine I am involved. If I move, hovever, I have to make it a priority to find a group.)
8. I want to allow myself time to enjoy things like the scenery, art galleries, the beach, whatever. (This is why I love St. Augustine... it provides all these things as long as I do my part and make time for them.)
9. I want to cook real food on a regular basis instead of relying on the quick-fix meals our society bombards us with.
10. I want to go to good Christian concerts as often as possible. (This is already happening at this point in my life, but I want it to continue as I get older. I don't want to stop taking time to enjoy the music I love just because it's a little less convenient or I'm starting to get out of the average age group or whatever.)
That's my list for now. I wrote about my passions and desires like the book says. (For that matter, writing is one of my passions.) Now I intend to go out and do as many of them as I can.
I forgot to mention, since I was busy ranting, that my book was also delivered. It's called TwentySomeone. Yes, "someone" not "something." That's the whole point. When you say "twenty-something" it's like making people into nothing more than a statistic. (Okay, that's not always how the word is used, but for the example.) This book addresses asking yourself the question "who am I?" which is more useful and fulfilling than "what am I supposed to do with my life?" So far it's been really good. It talks about who God has made us to be and how we have a primary calling of "living out our identity as children of God." Our secondary calling is the part of life that is individual to all of us, such as what job we choose, how we serve in our church, etc. As the book points out, however, sometimes God chooses to wait to reveal this part to us until later on in life. One possibility for this is that He wants us to focus on our primary calling during our younger years (say, our twenties). It gives an acronym (borrowed from another book) on how we begin the process of discovering our secondary purpose. We have to consider our SHAPE: spiritual gifts, heart, abilities, personality, and experience. There is a section about each of these. One quote under "heart" that really stuck out to me was this: "What is it I'm passionate about? ... If we don't pursue the passions contained within our desires (the good ones, that is) because they're impractical or we think they're silly or we're too busy, we run the risk of losing a major part of ourselves. So once you figure out what you're passionate about, cultivate those things. We need to care for our hearts and passions--examine them, write about them, share them, express them--or we will grow cold and disconnected as we pursue things in life we don't really care about." So that's what I'm doing here! Writing about my passions. And hopefully this is just the start. My desire is to go further by actually developing things in my life that I am passionate about. Like the quote says, sometimes I feel like my desires are silly or impractical or I'm too busy, but I really want to do certain things despite those facts. Here's my list, or a shortened version of it for your sake!
1. I want to learn to be a better photographer. (I'm signed up for a class this fall... as long as I get in and I can get a camera, we're on the right track.)
2. I want to learn to play the guitar. (I own one but can't play it.)
3. I want to learn to play the cello. (If I still care to learn a third instrument after the guitar, this will be it. Or if the guitar doesn't work out too well, this is another option.)
4. I want to learn to paint.
5. I want to go to a gym on a regular basis. (During the school year I'm pretty good about going twice a week. When I graduate, however, I need to find one close to wherever I live and make myself go. I enjoy it when I'm there, it's just hard to get myself there at times.)
6. I would love to sing in a really good choir. (This one is dependent upon where I live and whether or not that area has one. I'm open to suggestions about this, if anybody has any info.)
7. I MUST be involved in a good strong group of believers. I CANNOT let this get pushed to the back burner. (While in St. Augustine I am involved. If I move, hovever, I have to make it a priority to find a group.)
8. I want to allow myself time to enjoy things like the scenery, art galleries, the beach, whatever. (This is why I love St. Augustine... it provides all these things as long as I do my part and make time for them.)
9. I want to cook real food on a regular basis instead of relying on the quick-fix meals our society bombards us with.
10. I want to go to good Christian concerts as often as possible. (This is already happening at this point in my life, but I want it to continue as I get older. I don't want to stop taking time to enjoy the music I love just because it's a little less convenient or I'm starting to get out of the average age group or whatever.)
That's my list for now. I wrote about my passions and desires like the book says. (For that matter, writing is one of my passions.) Now I intend to go out and do as many of them as I can.
wishful thinking...
You've heard of "Christmas in July" right? Well, I'm starting my Christmas list in July. Top of the list is a bread maker and grinder! I made garlic rolls for dinner tonight and they were sooooo good! Actually, I prefer them without the garlic butter, but garlic is healthy for you, so I ate a little. Tomorrow or Saturday we're making our own pizza crust. And today we discovered how to make really good pasta sauce (not with the bread maker, however). I included it in our turkey lasagna tonight. Very yummy. I'm getting a little nervous about all this healthy food, however, because Marti got the "Eat to Live" book she ordered in the mail yesterday, and it sounds super strict. I'm talkin' like hardly any meat, no pasta, no oil (unless you weigh 99 lbs. and then you're allowed one teaspoon a day! no joke.), no sugar, and the list goes on. Marti is convinced that it's not a "diet" it's a "way of life," which is all true if you stick to it for the rest of your life. But personally, eating such a limited selection of things would get awefully boring very quickly, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't stick with it for long. My personal approach to food is "anything in moderation," which I know sounds cliche, but that's really how I feel. I'm not going to cut anything completely out of my diet. If I want a slice of chocolate cake once in a while, I'm going to have it. But not three slices, or a slice every day for two weeks. And I'm not going to cut carbs out to the point that I eat a sandwich wrapped in lettuce instead of bread. That's just rediculous. And I'm not cutting meat completely out because my grandmother is 85 and still going strong after eating meat with every meal of her entire life. Besides, I am a firm believer that it is better to enjoy your life and live it to the fullest than to be completely consumed with what it is that you're supposed to or not supposed to eat while hating every minute of it. So what if you weigh 5 pounds over what your ideal weight is, as long as you love life and everything about it. Like I said the other day, I believe eating healthy is honoring to God, but if it becomes your focus, it becomes your idol, and that's definitely not right.
So, that's my little rant for today. I guess that's what has been pinned up in me for the last several hours! Now, I'm looking forward to leading a Bible study on Ruth tonight with the girls... in about 40 minutes. Later.
You've heard of "Christmas in July" right? Well, I'm starting my Christmas list in July. Top of the list is a bread maker and grinder! I made garlic rolls for dinner tonight and they were sooooo good! Actually, I prefer them without the garlic butter, but garlic is healthy for you, so I ate a little. Tomorrow or Saturday we're making our own pizza crust. And today we discovered how to make really good pasta sauce (not with the bread maker, however). I included it in our turkey lasagna tonight. Very yummy. I'm getting a little nervous about all this healthy food, however, because Marti got the "Eat to Live" book she ordered in the mail yesterday, and it sounds super strict. I'm talkin' like hardly any meat, no pasta, no oil (unless you weigh 99 lbs. and then you're allowed one teaspoon a day! no joke.), no sugar, and the list goes on. Marti is convinced that it's not a "diet" it's a "way of life," which is all true if you stick to it for the rest of your life. But personally, eating such a limited selection of things would get awefully boring very quickly, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't stick with it for long. My personal approach to food is "anything in moderation," which I know sounds cliche, but that's really how I feel. I'm not going to cut anything completely out of my diet. If I want a slice of chocolate cake once in a while, I'm going to have it. But not three slices, or a slice every day for two weeks. And I'm not going to cut carbs out to the point that I eat a sandwich wrapped in lettuce instead of bread. That's just rediculous. And I'm not cutting meat completely out because my grandmother is 85 and still going strong after eating meat with every meal of her entire life. Besides, I am a firm believer that it is better to enjoy your life and live it to the fullest than to be completely consumed with what it is that you're supposed to or not supposed to eat while hating every minute of it. So what if you weigh 5 pounds over what your ideal weight is, as long as you love life and everything about it. Like I said the other day, I believe eating healthy is honoring to God, but if it becomes your focus, it becomes your idol, and that's definitely not right.
So, that's my little rant for today. I guess that's what has been pinned up in me for the last several hours! Now, I'm looking forward to leading a Bible study on Ruth tonight with the girls... in about 40 minutes. Later.
Jul 7, 2004
nutrition...
An additional benefit to me of staying with the Briants for the summer is that Marti has decided to change the way the family eats. She's going healthy in every possible way. We've started eating lots of fruits and veggies. A few weeks ago we started this grain drink thing... it's not as bad as it sounds! What it is is 14 different kinds of whole grains mixed together, and you take 1-3 tablespoons of the mixture and grind them up (in a little coffee grinder thing) and add them to juice or a fruit smoothie or whatever. Okay, so if you add it to juice you still have to like chew up the grains once you get to the bottom of the glass, but it works a lot better in smoothies. And speaking of fruit smoothies, that has been my breakfast almost every day. I blend frozen strawberries, frozen banana, and organic apple juice together every morning. Sometimes I do other fruits, like right now I'm drinking a strawberry and blueberry one. And the newest thing Marti has done is purchase a bread-maker. The key part of making healthy bread is that you also get a grinder and grind your own flour because white flour that you get from the grocery store is bad for you. So yesterday was the first day of grinding flour and making bread. It's really easy to make and it's really good. There's only like 7 ingredients in it, and all you do is put the ingredients in the machine and it makes the bread for you. We also made some muffins with the "new" flour last night. They are yummy! They're sweetened with honey instead of sugar, so that's an added health benifit. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I move out in a month and a half. By then I'll know how bad most foods are for you and I won't want to eat them! I can take the smoothie idea back with me, and the fruits and veggies, and maybe even the grains, but I'm a poor college student and can't afford a grinder and a bread maker! So I plan to give the health food store in St. Augustine a visit and see if they sell any healthy bread, among other things that I will be looking for. Anyway, for now I'm glad I've had someone to encourage me to eat healthy. I believe that eating healthy is one way in which I can honor God in my body, so if I keep that in mind I will have more of a reason to stay consistent. That's all for now. I'll write again when I discover something else! Later.
An additional benefit to me of staying with the Briants for the summer is that Marti has decided to change the way the family eats. She's going healthy in every possible way. We've started eating lots of fruits and veggies. A few weeks ago we started this grain drink thing... it's not as bad as it sounds! What it is is 14 different kinds of whole grains mixed together, and you take 1-3 tablespoons of the mixture and grind them up (in a little coffee grinder thing) and add them to juice or a fruit smoothie or whatever. Okay, so if you add it to juice you still have to like chew up the grains once you get to the bottom of the glass, but it works a lot better in smoothies. And speaking of fruit smoothies, that has been my breakfast almost every day. I blend frozen strawberries, frozen banana, and organic apple juice together every morning. Sometimes I do other fruits, like right now I'm drinking a strawberry and blueberry one. And the newest thing Marti has done is purchase a bread-maker. The key part of making healthy bread is that you also get a grinder and grind your own flour because white flour that you get from the grocery store is bad for you. So yesterday was the first day of grinding flour and making bread. It's really easy to make and it's really good. There's only like 7 ingredients in it, and all you do is put the ingredients in the machine and it makes the bread for you. We also made some muffins with the "new" flour last night. They are yummy! They're sweetened with honey instead of sugar, so that's an added health benifit. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I move out in a month and a half. By then I'll know how bad most foods are for you and I won't want to eat them! I can take the smoothie idea back with me, and the fruits and veggies, and maybe even the grains, but I'm a poor college student and can't afford a grinder and a bread maker! So I plan to give the health food store in St. Augustine a visit and see if they sell any healthy bread, among other things that I will be looking for. Anyway, for now I'm glad I've had someone to encourage me to eat healthy. I believe that eating healthy is one way in which I can honor God in my body, so if I keep that in mind I will have more of a reason to stay consistent. That's all for now. I'll write again when I discover something else! Later.
Jul 5, 2004
somber...
I had intentions of making this into a well-written piece, but the fact is it's just going to be straightforward instead. I just found out that a friend of mine lost her dad on Friday. She's twenty, like me, and she's already lost her mom... about a year and a half ago, I guess. For any other friend in this situation, I would know how to feel... overwhelmed with sorrow for them. For her, however, I'm almost at a loss of how to feel. She had a distant sort of relationship with her parents. I sure she's sad to have lost them, but ... I don't know. It's just weird. And how do I approach her? I haven't talked to her in months, and we're not super close, but we are a little I guess, so do I call immediately tomorrow, or do I wait a while, or what? [Not really looking for advice, just sorting through my thoughts.]
I don't know how I should feel for her, but I do know that this whole situation has instantly made me grateful for what I have. I have two parents. Two married parents. They raised me in church; they've always been supportive of anything I did; they love me; they've taught me how to be a responsible adult with good moral grounding; and they're still around. And I still have a good chance of my dad walking me down the asile one day, and of my parents seeing my kids, and of us taking trips to "grandma's" house. God has a purpose in everything that happens. Some people lose their parents; some people get to keep them. The former is a lot tougher to deal with, but there's a purpose. I pray that as she and I find ourselves in different situations that I can somehow minister to her, regardless. I praise God for the blessings that He has given me; I pray I use them to do His work.
I had intentions of making this into a well-written piece, but the fact is it's just going to be straightforward instead. I just found out that a friend of mine lost her dad on Friday. She's twenty, like me, and she's already lost her mom... about a year and a half ago, I guess. For any other friend in this situation, I would know how to feel... overwhelmed with sorrow for them. For her, however, I'm almost at a loss of how to feel. She had a distant sort of relationship with her parents. I sure she's sad to have lost them, but ... I don't know. It's just weird. And how do I approach her? I haven't talked to her in months, and we're not super close, but we are a little I guess, so do I call immediately tomorrow, or do I wait a while, or what? [Not really looking for advice, just sorting through my thoughts.]
I don't know how I should feel for her, but I do know that this whole situation has instantly made me grateful for what I have. I have two parents. Two married parents. They raised me in church; they've always been supportive of anything I did; they love me; they've taught me how to be a responsible adult with good moral grounding; and they're still around. And I still have a good chance of my dad walking me down the asile one day, and of my parents seeing my kids, and of us taking trips to "grandma's" house. God has a purpose in everything that happens. Some people lose their parents; some people get to keep them. The former is a lot tougher to deal with, but there's a purpose. I pray that as she and I find ourselves in different situations that I can somehow minister to her, regardless. I praise God for the blessings that He has given me; I pray I use them to do His work.
Jul 1, 2004
wow...
I can't believe it's July already! Time flies! And I just came to realize a few minutes ago how seldom my posts have become, and often equally worthless! To those who still read, I apologize! Once again, I really have nothing to talk about, so I'll just give some updates on what's been happening. Last Friday was Matt's 15th birthday, and Rick and Monica's baby was born on the same day. His name is Jonathan Blake and will go by Blake. Seems odd to me that his name is Jonathan because that's Rick's middle name and he hates it! Anyway, it was cool that he was born on Matt's birthday because Marti told Rick and Monica that he would be. Now she's trying to convince them that she's right about them having a fourth child! (Blake is the third.) Monday was Marti's birthday, and after visiting three grocery stores, I finally was able to find the kind of ice cream cake that we had planned on getting. It was worth it! For her birthday, Rex and the kids bought her a Cannon Rebel camera to replace the one she gave to the missionaries in France. That was cool. I got her sour gummie worms and cotton candy... two of her favorite things! As for this week, Rex has sinusitus and he's gotten me sick as well. He's on antibiotics, but I'm surviving with some cold medicine so far. Hopefully we'll all get better instead of worse. Yesterday was fun because I went to the thrift store (again) with Marti and I got a bunch of good children's books for really cheap. (I'm starting my collection for my classroom.) I paid the price of like one new hardback book and got 19 books! I had already gotten like 4 others the last time I went, plus this lady at a garage sale gave me a whole big box of books... those were the little ones that I would give out to students or something. But anyway, it's been really cool to get all those books for so cheap. The only other new news is that I got my room back because Marti's parents left on Tuesday. It was fun having them here, but I'm definitely grateful to have my own room again, rather than shifting from one room to the other based on who had overnight guests! The cool thing is that now the basement is completely furnished, so I get to enjoy it. There's only a few things missing... kitchen cabnets/counter, some doors, a closet... but most of it is done and is really nice. I'm supposed to be starting (leading) a Bible study with the girls this week on Ruth, but that may get postponed another week. I'm looking forward to it, but I don't think I'm prepared enough yet. I need to do some more reading today and get organized. I think I'll go do that now. Have a great week! Later.
I can't believe it's July already! Time flies! And I just came to realize a few minutes ago how seldom my posts have become, and often equally worthless! To those who still read, I apologize! Once again, I really have nothing to talk about, so I'll just give some updates on what's been happening. Last Friday was Matt's 15th birthday, and Rick and Monica's baby was born on the same day. His name is Jonathan Blake and will go by Blake. Seems odd to me that his name is Jonathan because that's Rick's middle name and he hates it! Anyway, it was cool that he was born on Matt's birthday because Marti told Rick and Monica that he would be. Now she's trying to convince them that she's right about them having a fourth child! (Blake is the third.) Monday was Marti's birthday, and after visiting three grocery stores, I finally was able to find the kind of ice cream cake that we had planned on getting. It was worth it! For her birthday, Rex and the kids bought her a Cannon Rebel camera to replace the one she gave to the missionaries in France. That was cool. I got her sour gummie worms and cotton candy... two of her favorite things! As for this week, Rex has sinusitus and he's gotten me sick as well. He's on antibiotics, but I'm surviving with some cold medicine so far. Hopefully we'll all get better instead of worse. Yesterday was fun because I went to the thrift store (again) with Marti and I got a bunch of good children's books for really cheap. (I'm starting my collection for my classroom.) I paid the price of like one new hardback book and got 19 books! I had already gotten like 4 others the last time I went, plus this lady at a garage sale gave me a whole big box of books... those were the little ones that I would give out to students or something. But anyway, it's been really cool to get all those books for so cheap. The only other new news is that I got my room back because Marti's parents left on Tuesday. It was fun having them here, but I'm definitely grateful to have my own room again, rather than shifting from one room to the other based on who had overnight guests! The cool thing is that now the basement is completely furnished, so I get to enjoy it. There's only a few things missing... kitchen cabnets/counter, some doors, a closet... but most of it is done and is really nice. I'm supposed to be starting (leading) a Bible study with the girls this week on Ruth, but that may get postponed another week. I'm looking forward to it, but I don't think I'm prepared enough yet. I need to do some more reading today and get organized. I think I'll go do that now. Have a great week! Later.
Jun 18, 2004
notes as promised...
PRAYER: A REMIX part one
WHO IS BLESSING WHO?
*The way we have grown accustom to praying is this: bless me, be with me, watch over and protect me, forgive me of my many sins. It all ends with ME! A new way that we should pray is this: Lord I want to bless You, live through me and use me.
*Converse with God instead of regurgitating cliche phrases that you've heard.
*Pray "New Testament" prayers... pray in light of God's grace.
OLD TESTAMENT
*Genesis 12:2-3 (God's promise to Abraham) God's idea of blessing: "leave your country, leave your family, and leave your father... go where I'm leading you and I will bless you."
*Numbers 6:22-27 (blessing of Aaron)
Why not pray this prayer? Because this prayer was fulfilled in Jesus Christ on the cross! ALL the blessing came through Him.
NEW TESTAMENT
*Galatians 3:14 "That the blessing of Abraham might come upon the Gentiles in Christ Jesus, that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith."
We got the blessing through Jesus. We HAVE the Abrahamic blessing! (Even us Gentiles!) Our prayer should be "Thank You for the blessing you have given me!"
*Ephesians 1:3 "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ."
Christ HAS blessed us! It doesn't just mean in heaven; in means in the spiritual dimension of life that is just as real as the physical.
*John 1:16 "And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace."
We HAVE received the fullness of his grace. "Grace for grace" means one blessing, after another, after another!
*The key is recognizing that we possess the blessing of God.
*Asking God for a blessing is like wanting a present when He's already given us every gift we could ever ask for. He's saying "Tap into the resources that are available to you... open your eyes!"
*Romans 8:17 -> we're sitting at the right hand of God!!! yet we are still saying, "God, will you give me a blessing?"
*All of the prayers in the Bible after Calvary are blessing God rather than asking for His blessing.
*The proper view of being blessed by God is asking Him to use you and what you have so that you can bless Him more.
*(side note... free of charge!) The author of "The Prayer of Jabez" has the proper view of blessing... after making a ton of money from his book, he moved to Johannesburg, South Africa to serve God.
PRAYER: A REMIX part one
WHO IS BLESSING WHO?
*The way we have grown accustom to praying is this: bless me, be with me, watch over and protect me, forgive me of my many sins. It all ends with ME! A new way that we should pray is this: Lord I want to bless You, live through me and use me.
*Converse with God instead of regurgitating cliche phrases that you've heard.
*Pray "New Testament" prayers... pray in light of God's grace.
OLD TESTAMENT
*Genesis 12:2-3 (God's promise to Abraham) God's idea of blessing: "leave your country, leave your family, and leave your father... go where I'm leading you and I will bless you."
*Numbers 6:22-27 (blessing of Aaron)
And the Lord spoke to Moses, saying: "Speak to Aaron and his sons, saying, 'This is the way you shall bless the children of Israel. Say to them: "The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace."' "So they shall put My name on the children of Israel, and I will bless them."
Why not pray this prayer? Because this prayer was fulfilled in Jesus Christ on the cross! ALL the blessing came through Him.
NEW TESTAMENT
*Galatians 3:14 "That the blessing of Abraham might come upon the Gentiles in Christ Jesus, that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith."
We got the blessing through Jesus. We HAVE the Abrahamic blessing! (Even us Gentiles!) Our prayer should be "Thank You for the blessing you have given me!"
*Ephesians 1:3 "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ."
Christ HAS blessed us! It doesn't just mean in heaven; in means in the spiritual dimension of life that is just as real as the physical.
*John 1:16 "And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace."
We HAVE received the fullness of his grace. "Grace for grace" means one blessing, after another, after another!
*The key is recognizing that we possess the blessing of God.
*Asking God for a blessing is like wanting a present when He's already given us every gift we could ever ask for. He's saying "Tap into the resources that are available to you... open your eyes!"
*Romans 8:17 -> we're sitting at the right hand of God!!! yet we are still saying, "God, will you give me a blessing?"
*All of the prayers in the Bible after Calvary are blessing God rather than asking for His blessing.
*The proper view of being blessed by God is asking Him to use you and what you have so that you can bless Him more.
*(side note... free of charge!) The author of "The Prayer of Jabez" has the proper view of blessing... after making a ton of money from his book, he moved to Johannesburg, South Africa to serve God.
Jun 16, 2004
7/22 report...
I absolutely love 7/22! It was so good last night. I think for me it was more than the actual event that was awesome; it was awesome how God made everything "connect" last night. Matt Redman was leading worship, and one of the first songs we did was one of his new ones. There was a phrase in it that says "Lord, my ears had heard of you, but now my eyes have seen you," which was a phrase that I had read just the day before! It really hit me when I read it on Monday, and then it was really reiterated when I heard it in the song on Tuesday. How cool! Then, Louie spoke. His topic fit in perfectly with what I had been reading from a book my Sunday school teacher gave me. Louie spoke about adjusting the way we approach God in prayer. It's actually a three-part message that he'll be completing throughout the summer sessions. Tomorrow I'll try to post some of the notes I took. It was really awesome, talking about how we need to bless God rather than asking Him to bless us. Anyway, more on that tomorrow. Erin came with me last night. I'm really glad she did, too. I think this is the first large-scale "modern worship" thing she's been to. She said she goes to the contemporary service at her church (when she's not working), but I'm pretty sure this was the largest number of Christian young people she's ever seen all in one place! She seemed to enjoy it, and I hope she comes again next month with me. Well, that's about all. If you're ever in the Atlanta area, definitely check into going to a 7/22 meeting. Later.
I absolutely love 7/22! It was so good last night. I think for me it was more than the actual event that was awesome; it was awesome how God made everything "connect" last night. Matt Redman was leading worship, and one of the first songs we did was one of his new ones. There was a phrase in it that says "Lord, my ears had heard of you, but now my eyes have seen you," which was a phrase that I had read just the day before! It really hit me when I read it on Monday, and then it was really reiterated when I heard it in the song on Tuesday. How cool! Then, Louie spoke. His topic fit in perfectly with what I had been reading from a book my Sunday school teacher gave me. Louie spoke about adjusting the way we approach God in prayer. It's actually a three-part message that he'll be completing throughout the summer sessions. Tomorrow I'll try to post some of the notes I took. It was really awesome, talking about how we need to bless God rather than asking Him to bless us. Anyway, more on that tomorrow. Erin came with me last night. I'm really glad she did, too. I think this is the first large-scale "modern worship" thing she's been to. She said she goes to the contemporary service at her church (when she's not working), but I'm pretty sure this was the largest number of Christian young people she's ever seen all in one place! She seemed to enjoy it, and I hope she comes again next month with me. Well, that's about all. If you're ever in the Atlanta area, definitely check into going to a 7/22 meeting. Later.
shop life...
Screaming saw. Whining sander. Mental radio attempts to and occasionally succeds at drowning them all out. Body focused in repetitive, mindless action, with mind free to wander as it pleases. Rehearse choir song... recall events of previous evening... plan for the future.... Song lingering from car radio hours ago. Twelve drawers done; on to the vanities. Song still lingers. Fumes replace breathable air. Finish this strip, then you can breathe.... Ah, much better. Sudden slap of cherry and pine on concrete. Wish they wouldn't do that. Men. A woman would find a better way. Lunch, at long last. Table full of mixed culture. American lunch meat and pizza; Mexican beans, rice, tortillas, and what-not. Divided conversations. Pale, humorus attempt at blending. Back to work. Choking afternoon heat. Sweltering. Sweat-saturated. Thick and relentless. Pounds should be dropping off me daily... waiting for that to happen. Heat replaces the usual mental freedom. Mornings are better. Nearing the finish. One more hour. What? Run an errand?! A break from the heat... I'd love to! Jugs of water switched and delivered... Homeward bound. Hasta manana.
Screaming saw. Whining sander. Mental radio attempts to and occasionally succeds at drowning them all out. Body focused in repetitive, mindless action, with mind free to wander as it pleases. Rehearse choir song... recall events of previous evening... plan for the future.... Song lingering from car radio hours ago. Twelve drawers done; on to the vanities. Song still lingers. Fumes replace breathable air. Finish this strip, then you can breathe.... Ah, much better. Sudden slap of cherry and pine on concrete. Wish they wouldn't do that. Men. A woman would find a better way. Lunch, at long last. Table full of mixed culture. American lunch meat and pizza; Mexican beans, rice, tortillas, and what-not. Divided conversations. Pale, humorus attempt at blending. Back to work. Choking afternoon heat. Sweltering. Sweat-saturated. Thick and relentless. Pounds should be dropping off me daily... waiting for that to happen. Heat replaces the usual mental freedom. Mornings are better. Nearing the finish. One more hour. What? Run an errand?! A break from the heat... I'd love to! Jugs of water switched and delivered... Homeward bound. Hasta manana.
Jun 15, 2004
7/22...
I'm going to 7/22 again tonight. I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure it'll be awesome once again. Sorry you couldn't be here for it, Allie! I invited Erin from two doors down. She's my age and is home for the summer from college. I don't know her very well, but Marti has been bugging me to hang out with her, so I figured this would be something cool that we could do.
Other than that, this week has been a little on the boring side. The family is in Montana, so it's just me and Marti's parents at the house. Work has been slow for me so far this week, but it should pick up significantly tomorrow. It has been nice to get a chance to do some extra reading while the house is quiet though. When all nine of us are here it's a little hard to find a quiet corner at times!
I was trying to lay out a few minutes ago, but as soon as I got settled, it started raining. It appears to have stopped, so I might go try again. Later.
I'm going to 7/22 again tonight. I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure it'll be awesome once again. Sorry you couldn't be here for it, Allie! I invited Erin from two doors down. She's my age and is home for the summer from college. I don't know her very well, but Marti has been bugging me to hang out with her, so I figured this would be something cool that we could do.
Other than that, this week has been a little on the boring side. The family is in Montana, so it's just me and Marti's parents at the house. Work has been slow for me so far this week, but it should pick up significantly tomorrow. It has been nice to get a chance to do some extra reading while the house is quiet though. When all nine of us are here it's a little hard to find a quiet corner at times!
I was trying to lay out a few minutes ago, but as soon as I got settled, it started raining. It appears to have stopped, so I might go try again. Later.
Jun 6, 2004
the Lord's day...
One thing (out of many) that I am enjoying this summer is the opportunity to spend practically all day on Sunday in church. During school I go to church in the mornings and I love it, but then the afternoons and evenings are filled with homework and studying. The necessary evils of college. But for four months I have the freedom to spend twice as much time per Sunday at church. Today was such a blessing. Nothing else to worry about except worshipping God... no school work, no group meetings, no work, nothing. It was a beautiful day.
One thing (out of many) that I am enjoying this summer is the opportunity to spend practically all day on Sunday in church. During school I go to church in the mornings and I love it, but then the afternoons and evenings are filled with homework and studying. The necessary evils of college. But for four months I have the freedom to spend twice as much time per Sunday at church. Today was such a blessing. Nothing else to worry about except worshipping God... no school work, no group meetings, no work, nothing. It was a beautiful day.
Jun 5, 2004
new likes...
I think my new preference in cars is the Honda CRV. I see them all over the place here. And after driving Marti's Forerunner, I think I could definitely like that size car. But the new CRVs have really dorky looking tail lights. They're long and skinny and run from the top of the car down to the bumper. The older ones aren't like that. So in that respect, I like the old ones better. I still like the Honda Civic pretty well though, and wouldn't be at all disappointed with one of those!
I like singing in the choir at First Baptist Woodstock. When I came here I thought there was a chance it wouldn't be "up to par" with what I was used to, but it's pretty awesome. I'm enjoying it.
Lastly, I really like Canton quite a bit. It's being added to my list of potential places to live after college. Don't worry, though... I'm not completely sold on moving here just yet. I love St. Augustine way too much to decide this early. There's several factors I will have to weigh before making a decision, but I have a good year and a half to decide.
Well, that's all for now. I'm not sure why I posted this stuff... I just wanted something to write about! Stay tuned!
I think my new preference in cars is the Honda CRV. I see them all over the place here. And after driving Marti's Forerunner, I think I could definitely like that size car. But the new CRVs have really dorky looking tail lights. They're long and skinny and run from the top of the car down to the bumper. The older ones aren't like that. So in that respect, I like the old ones better. I still like the Honda Civic pretty well though, and wouldn't be at all disappointed with one of those!
I like singing in the choir at First Baptist Woodstock. When I came here I thought there was a chance it wouldn't be "up to par" with what I was used to, but it's pretty awesome. I'm enjoying it.
Lastly, I really like Canton quite a bit. It's being added to my list of potential places to live after college. Don't worry, though... I'm not completely sold on moving here just yet. I love St. Augustine way too much to decide this early. There's several factors I will have to weigh before making a decision, but I have a good year and a half to decide.
Well, that's all for now. I'm not sure why I posted this stuff... I just wanted something to write about! Stay tuned!
Jun 2, 2004
Phos Hilaron (Hail Gladdening Light)...
Hail Gladdening Light
Of His pure glory poured
Who is the Immortal Father, Heavenly Blest
Holiest Of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord
Now we are come to the sun's hour of rest
The lights of evening 'round us shine
We hymn the Father, Son and Holy Spirit Divine
Worthiest art Thou, at all times to be sung
With undefiled tongue
Son of our God, Giver of life alone
Therefore, in all the world Thy glories Lord
Thine own
"As early as the 4th Century, Phos Hilaron (Hail Gladdening Light) was already considered ancient, being a mainstay of evening prayers in a tradition known as the lighting of the lamps. At that time in Jerusalem, a candle was kept perpetually burning in the empty tomb of Christ, its glow a symbol of the living light of Jesus. As Christians gathered to worship, the candle was brought forth from the tomb, it's bright, solitary flame calling the church to celebrate the Risen Lord. Phos Hilaron literally means 'hilarious light,' especially meaningful given that this hymn was probably sung in the catacombs by the earliest Church."
--from the Passion "Hymns" CD
*At the latest Passion concerts they do something similar to the lighting of the lamps while this hymn is read by the entire congregation. It's pretty incredible!
Hail Gladdening Light
Of His pure glory poured
Who is the Immortal Father, Heavenly Blest
Holiest Of Holies, Jesus Christ our Lord
Now we are come to the sun's hour of rest
The lights of evening 'round us shine
We hymn the Father, Son and Holy Spirit Divine
Worthiest art Thou, at all times to be sung
With undefiled tongue
Son of our God, Giver of life alone
Therefore, in all the world Thy glories Lord
Thine own
"As early as the 4th Century, Phos Hilaron (Hail Gladdening Light) was already considered ancient, being a mainstay of evening prayers in a tradition known as the lighting of the lamps. At that time in Jerusalem, a candle was kept perpetually burning in the empty tomb of Christ, its glow a symbol of the living light of Jesus. As Christians gathered to worship, the candle was brought forth from the tomb, it's bright, solitary flame calling the church to celebrate the Risen Lord. Phos Hilaron literally means 'hilarious light,' especially meaningful given that this hymn was probably sung in the catacombs by the earliest Church."
--from the Passion "Hymns" CD
*At the latest Passion concerts they do something similar to the lighting of the lamps while this hymn is read by the entire congregation. It's pretty incredible!
what i thought i wanted...
by Sara Groves
Tuxedo in the closet, gold band in a box / Two days from the alter she went and called the whole thing off / What he thought he wanted, what he got instead / Leaves him broken yet grateful // I passed understanding a long, long time ago / And the simple home of systems and answers we all know / What I thought I wanted, what I got instead / Leaves me broken and somehow peaceful // I keep wanting you to be fair / But that's not what you said / I want certain answers to these prayers / But that's not what you said // When I get to heaven I wanna go find Job / I want to ask a few hard questions, I wanna know what he know / About what it is he wanted and what he got instead / How to be broken yet faithful // What I thought I wanted / What I thought I wanted / What I thought I wanted / What I thought I wanted // Staring in the water like Aesop's foolish dog / I can't help but reflect on what it was I almost lost / What I thought I wanted, what I got instead / Leaves me broken and grateful // I'm broken and grateful / I want to be grateful, peaceful, thankful, faithful, grateful //
by Sara Groves
Tuxedo in the closet, gold band in a box / Two days from the alter she went and called the whole thing off / What he thought he wanted, what he got instead / Leaves him broken yet grateful // I passed understanding a long, long time ago / And the simple home of systems and answers we all know / What I thought I wanted, what I got instead / Leaves me broken and somehow peaceful // I keep wanting you to be fair / But that's not what you said / I want certain answers to these prayers / But that's not what you said // When I get to heaven I wanna go find Job / I want to ask a few hard questions, I wanna know what he know / About what it is he wanted and what he got instead / How to be broken yet faithful // What I thought I wanted / What I thought I wanted / What I thought I wanted / What I thought I wanted // Staring in the water like Aesop's foolish dog / I can't help but reflect on what it was I almost lost / What I thought I wanted, what I got instead / Leaves me broken and grateful // I'm broken and grateful / I want to be grateful, peaceful, thankful, faithful, grateful //
May 19, 2004
awesome...
I went to 7/22 last night at North Point Community Church. It was SO good. Louie Giglio spoke and their usual worship band led the music. I just couldn't get over how huge it was. Literally thousands of people my age meet there every Tuesday night, from far and wide, for the sole purpose of worshipping one God. Incredible. Many ministries that grow to outrageous proportions, in my opinion, lose their origional focus and become more hype than anything else. The ministries that have stemmed from North Point, however, (namely the Passion ministry, including David Crowder, Chris Tomlin, Charlie Hall, Louie Giglio, and others) are thoroughly annointed with the power of Christ, from everything I have seen of them. Louie definitely isn't all hype; he's a passionate and powerful communicator of the Word of God. When I got to 7/22, I was nearly ten minutes late due to a late start, rain, and a detour along the way. By the time I got into the auditorium, it was completely packed and people were already starting to line the walls. I found a decent spot on the staircase, and joined in with the worship that was already in progress. From my spot, I could see nearly everyone in the auditorium. At one point, I just had this incredible picture: I imagined every Christian wearing red, representing that they were covered with the blood of Christ. Out in public, you would see red scattered throughout a crowd, but in this room of thousands of people, it was an overwhelming sea of red. What an amazing thought! I know that size is not what matters in a ministry, but at the same time, I believe there is an awesome power in collective worship on such a huge scale. There's power in numbers; there's power in the Body when they're all together.
One thing I learned from Louie last night was based on John 8:31. The enemy may be perfectly happy for you to do things "for God" as long as you don't root and ground yourself in the Word of God, in Christ Himself. You must ABIDE in Him, which is to hold on and never let go. That is when we become TRUE followers of God, when we become His disciples.
That's all for now. Stay tuned. Peace out!
I went to 7/22 last night at North Point Community Church. It was SO good. Louie Giglio spoke and their usual worship band led the music. I just couldn't get over how huge it was. Literally thousands of people my age meet there every Tuesday night, from far and wide, for the sole purpose of worshipping one God. Incredible. Many ministries that grow to outrageous proportions, in my opinion, lose their origional focus and become more hype than anything else. The ministries that have stemmed from North Point, however, (namely the Passion ministry, including David Crowder, Chris Tomlin, Charlie Hall, Louie Giglio, and others) are thoroughly annointed with the power of Christ, from everything I have seen of them. Louie definitely isn't all hype; he's a passionate and powerful communicator of the Word of God. When I got to 7/22, I was nearly ten minutes late due to a late start, rain, and a detour along the way. By the time I got into the auditorium, it was completely packed and people were already starting to line the walls. I found a decent spot on the staircase, and joined in with the worship that was already in progress. From my spot, I could see nearly everyone in the auditorium. At one point, I just had this incredible picture: I imagined every Christian wearing red, representing that they were covered with the blood of Christ. Out in public, you would see red scattered throughout a crowd, but in this room of thousands of people, it was an overwhelming sea of red. What an amazing thought! I know that size is not what matters in a ministry, but at the same time, I believe there is an awesome power in collective worship on such a huge scale. There's power in numbers; there's power in the Body when they're all together.
One thing I learned from Louie last night was based on John 8:31. The enemy may be perfectly happy for you to do things "for God" as long as you don't root and ground yourself in the Word of God, in Christ Himself. You must ABIDE in Him, which is to hold on and never let go. That is when we become TRUE followers of God, when we become His disciples.
That's all for now. Stay tuned. Peace out!
May 13, 2004
what luck...
In the two weeks that I've been here, I've had two cars die on me. First, the Suburban incident. Then, last night at like 10:20, my car died while I was driving home from church. You know how your parents always warn you about strangers on dark backroads, and to be careful if you ever have car trouble on one of those roads... well, just my luck, I broke down on a DARK country road, couldn't get hold of the Briants, and had no other option but to have strangers help me. Luckily, the people who stopped all were very nice. We called 911 and a cop came and helped me (a slightly cocky young flirt who definitely wanted to make his presence known, and definitely wanted me to know about his new sqad car!). Eventually, I got in touch with Marti, and a tow truck came for my car, so we were finally home by midnight. So, $344 later, my car is all better. Not to mention the $1.85 gas prices! How outrageous! Anyway, maybe I have all my car troubles out of the way and the rest of the summer will be just peachy. I do hope so.
On a better note, yesterday was our "fun day." One thing we did that I thought was really cool was we went to this all-organic grocery store called Harry's. When Marti was explaining it to me, I pictured a little produce market. Harry's is as big or bigger than an average grocery store, but it has way better stuff. Like half the store is the best fruits and veggies that I've ever seen. They have all kinds of cool stuff... way too much to explain. Then we got Cold Stone ice cream. (Can't be all healthy!) I had a blueberry-cheesecake milkshake. It was great! Last night Marti and I went to choir practice, and then I stayed afterward for the Wednesday night college thing. It's called "The Brink." Choir is awesome; The Brink is okay. It's a little more "youth-group-ish" than what I'm used to. I'll give it a few more tries. I plan to go to "7:22" next Tuesday at North Point. I'm sure that'll be awesome. I met a guy, Craig, (friend of the Briants) who goes there, so at least I'll know somebody. Anyway, that's all the exciting news for now. Stay tuned.
In the two weeks that I've been here, I've had two cars die on me. First, the Suburban incident. Then, last night at like 10:20, my car died while I was driving home from church. You know how your parents always warn you about strangers on dark backroads, and to be careful if you ever have car trouble on one of those roads... well, just my luck, I broke down on a DARK country road, couldn't get hold of the Briants, and had no other option but to have strangers help me. Luckily, the people who stopped all were very nice. We called 911 and a cop came and helped me (a slightly cocky young flirt who definitely wanted to make his presence known, and definitely wanted me to know about his new sqad car!). Eventually, I got in touch with Marti, and a tow truck came for my car, so we were finally home by midnight. So, $344 later, my car is all better. Not to mention the $1.85 gas prices! How outrageous! Anyway, maybe I have all my car troubles out of the way and the rest of the summer will be just peachy. I do hope so.
On a better note, yesterday was our "fun day." One thing we did that I thought was really cool was we went to this all-organic grocery store called Harry's. When Marti was explaining it to me, I pictured a little produce market. Harry's is as big or bigger than an average grocery store, but it has way better stuff. Like half the store is the best fruits and veggies that I've ever seen. They have all kinds of cool stuff... way too much to explain. Then we got Cold Stone ice cream. (Can't be all healthy!) I had a blueberry-cheesecake milkshake. It was great! Last night Marti and I went to choir practice, and then I stayed afterward for the Wednesday night college thing. It's called "The Brink." Choir is awesome; The Brink is okay. It's a little more "youth-group-ish" than what I'm used to. I'll give it a few more tries. I plan to go to "7:22" next Tuesday at North Point. I'm sure that'll be awesome. I met a guy, Craig, (friend of the Briants) who goes there, so at least I'll know somebody. Anyway, that's all the exciting news for now. Stay tuned.
May 11, 2004
the furniture business...
I learned to stain today. I've been waxing up until this point. Staining is easy. Waxing isn't hard, but there's a lot less work involved in staining. I did a nice kitchen table. It was beautiful.
Nobody cares, do you? That's okay.
Not much else to report currently, except that church was awesome this week. Guy named Bryan taught in Sunday school and he was really good. The pastor's son-in-law spoke in church, and he was really good, too. I think I'm going to enjoy my 3 1/2 months there. Hopefully, I'll be able to go to "The Brink" tomorrow night, which is their Wednesday night college thing, similar to Fusion that I'm used to.
Just found out that Marti and I don't have to go into the shop tomorrow after all. We thought we would because it's a busy week, but we don't! Which means that we can go to the Bible study that meets in the neighborhood. Cool. Stay tuned.
I learned to stain today. I've been waxing up until this point. Staining is easy. Waxing isn't hard, but there's a lot less work involved in staining. I did a nice kitchen table. It was beautiful.
Nobody cares, do you? That's okay.
Not much else to report currently, except that church was awesome this week. Guy named Bryan taught in Sunday school and he was really good. The pastor's son-in-law spoke in church, and he was really good, too. I think I'm going to enjoy my 3 1/2 months there. Hopefully, I'll be able to go to "The Brink" tomorrow night, which is their Wednesday night college thing, similar to Fusion that I'm used to.
Just found out that Marti and I don't have to go into the shop tomorrow after all. We thought we would because it's a busy week, but we don't! Which means that we can go to the Bible study that meets in the neighborhood. Cool. Stay tuned.
May 7, 2004
May 3, 2004
the georgia girl...
Life is good here in Canton (a small city right outside Atlanta, for those who don't know). I arrived here Wednesday, unloaded my car, and just chilled out for a while. That evening, I went to Ashlee's track meet (Krissy and Christina [and Allie], you'll be happy to know I'm living with runners!), and then to choir practice with Marti. Thursday I jumped right in to work. And it was a BUSY day. Marti and I were out of the house by 7:30 and worked till about 4:00 I think. Then there was all the running around for the evening, and then we had to come back and make dinner, and lug a huge dresser downstairs (two flights) for me to use while I'm here. Luckily, it was lightweight. The activity at this house doesn't stop till about 11:00 pm! Friday I hung out at the house while Marti met with a client. Friday night Rex and Marti were getting themselves all together to leave on Saturday to go to France on a mission trip. Yes, that's right, the two adults in the house left on a mission trip clear across the Atlantic Ocean. I'm the responsible adult over four kids for eight days. I do morning wake ups, daily errands, afternoon activities, and dinner. So far, it's been good. The only hindrance was that I drove the Suburban to church Sunday because we didn't all fit in any of the other vehicles, and when we were leaving church it wouldn't start. The battery was dead. And it was raining. But a nice man helped us, so all was well. So other than that, everything has been great. Not much else to say. More reports to come. Later.
Life is good here in Canton (a small city right outside Atlanta, for those who don't know). I arrived here Wednesday, unloaded my car, and just chilled out for a while. That evening, I went to Ashlee's track meet (Krissy and Christina [and Allie], you'll be happy to know I'm living with runners!), and then to choir practice with Marti. Thursday I jumped right in to work. And it was a BUSY day. Marti and I were out of the house by 7:30 and worked till about 4:00 I think. Then there was all the running around for the evening, and then we had to come back and make dinner, and lug a huge dresser downstairs (two flights) for me to use while I'm here. Luckily, it was lightweight. The activity at this house doesn't stop till about 11:00 pm! Friday I hung out at the house while Marti met with a client. Friday night Rex and Marti were getting themselves all together to leave on Saturday to go to France on a mission trip. Yes, that's right, the two adults in the house left on a mission trip clear across the Atlantic Ocean. I'm the responsible adult over four kids for eight days. I do morning wake ups, daily errands, afternoon activities, and dinner. So far, it's been good. The only hindrance was that I drove the Suburban to church Sunday because we didn't all fit in any of the other vehicles, and when we were leaving church it wouldn't start. The battery was dead. And it was raining. But a nice man helped us, so all was well. So other than that, everything has been great. Not much else to say. More reports to come. Later.
Apr 26, 2004
the countdown has begun...
In slightly more than 32 hours, I will be leaving Jacksonville for Atlanta!! I'm super excited! I do have moments, however, where I'm like "what am I getting myself into?" but I'm positive I'm going to love it, so no worries. I think I'm mostly excited to be in a totally new environment for a few months. Besides, what could be cooler than living with good friends who I haven't seen in a long time and doing something that's "right up my alley" as a job. These few days between St. Augustine and Atlanta, however, are a bit crazy, trying to see everybody that I want to see before I head out. I have a feeling I'll be sending quite a few mass-emails while I'm gone... not because I don't care enough to write individual ones, but rather because there's like a million people I feel I need to keep in contact with, yet I will probably have limited internet time. So if you get one of those, don't feel jipped! Anyway, I'm off to get one of two remaining nights of sleep in my own bed. Later!
In slightly more than 32 hours, I will be leaving Jacksonville for Atlanta!! I'm super excited! I do have moments, however, where I'm like "what am I getting myself into?" but I'm positive I'm going to love it, so no worries. I think I'm mostly excited to be in a totally new environment for a few months. Besides, what could be cooler than living with good friends who I haven't seen in a long time and doing something that's "right up my alley" as a job. These few days between St. Augustine and Atlanta, however, are a bit crazy, trying to see everybody that I want to see before I head out. I have a feeling I'll be sending quite a few mass-emails while I'm gone... not because I don't care enough to write individual ones, but rather because there's like a million people I feel I need to keep in contact with, yet I will probably have limited internet time. So if you get one of those, don't feel jipped! Anyway, I'm off to get one of two remaining nights of sleep in my own bed. Later!
Apr 22, 2004
time for change...
FINALS ARE OVER!!! We had "dockside Fusion" at Jayce's beach house tonight. It was cool. We had a really good turnout too. My strawberry lemonade was a big hit! I had to say my goodbyes to everyone tonight since I won't see them for four months. I'm way excited about Atlanta, but I will definitely miss everybody in St.Augustine. I look forward to August as much as I look forward to next week. Change is good but tough at the same time.
Peace out, my friends.
FINALS ARE OVER!!! We had "dockside Fusion" at Jayce's beach house tonight. It was cool. We had a really good turnout too. My strawberry lemonade was a big hit! I had to say my goodbyes to everyone tonight since I won't see them for four months. I'm way excited about Atlanta, but I will definitely miss everybody in St.Augustine. I look forward to August as much as I look forward to next week. Change is good but tough at the same time.
Peace out, my friends.
supernatural...
(for allie!)
oh where is superman when you need a helping hand?
don't look for wonder woman when trouble's really coming
and please don't count on batman when danger you must face
I highly recommend God's supernatural grace
supernatural
Jesus walked on the water
supernatural
God made a sidewalk through the sea
supernatural
Jesus made instant wine
supernaturally
(for allie!)
oh where is superman when you need a helping hand?
don't look for wonder woman when trouble's really coming
and please don't count on batman when danger you must face
I highly recommend God's supernatural grace
supernatural
Jesus walked on the water
supernatural
God made a sidewalk through the sea
supernatural
Jesus made instant wine
supernaturally
Apr 20, 2004
Apr 16, 2004
my Redeemer lives...
I know He rescued my soul
His blood has covered my sin
I believe; I believe
my shame He's taken away
my pain He's healed in His name
I believe; I believe
I'll raise the banner
'cause my Lord has conquered the grave!
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
You lift my burden
I'll rise with You
I'm dancing on this mountaintop
to see Your kingdom come
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
I know He rescued my soul
His blood has covered my sin
I believe; I believe
my shame He's taken away
my pain He's healed in His name
I believe; I believe
I'll raise the banner
'cause my Lord has conquered the grave!
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
You lift my burden
I'll rise with You
I'm dancing on this mountaintop
to see Your kingdom come
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
my Redeemer lives
Apr 15, 2004
latest readings...
I really enjoyed Scott's post that I just read concerning the sacraments. I guess my friendship with Christina has really opened me up to things that I have never really considered before, so I had already done a lot of thinking on the topic before I read what Scott had to say. Compared to what it has become, my way of thinking two years ago seems so very closed-minded, legalistic, and judgemental. It blows me away to think about how much God has taught me since then. It only serves as a reminder that I will never "arrive" in my relationship to God. But that is not to be seen as a bad thing. Not at all. The fact that we can continue to grow closer and closer and closer to Him is so incredibly awesome. It is something that should be highly cherished every day of our lives.
I really enjoyed Scott's post that I just read concerning the sacraments. I guess my friendship with Christina has really opened me up to things that I have never really considered before, so I had already done a lot of thinking on the topic before I read what Scott had to say. Compared to what it has become, my way of thinking two years ago seems so very closed-minded, legalistic, and judgemental. It blows me away to think about how much God has taught me since then. It only serves as a reminder that I will never "arrive" in my relationship to God. But that is not to be seen as a bad thing. Not at all. The fact that we can continue to grow closer and closer and closer to Him is so incredibly awesome. It is something that should be highly cherished every day of our lives.
Apr 14, 2004
worship the King...
we will worship the Lamb of Glory
we will worship the King of Kings
we will worship the Lamb of Glory
we will worship the King
and with our hands lifted high
we will worship and sing
with our hands lifted high
we come before You rejoicing
with our hands lifted high to the sky
when the world wonders why
we'll just tell them we're loving our King
we will worship the Lamb of Glory
we will worship the King of Kings
we will worship the Lamb of Glory
we will worship the King
and with our hands lifted high
we will worship and sing
with our hands lifted high
we come before You rejoicing
with our hands lifted high to the sky
when the world wonders why
we'll just tell them we're loving our King
Apr 12, 2004
Apr 10, 2004
i can...
God sent His Son
they called Him Jesus
He came to love, heal, and forgive
He bled and died
to buy my pardon
an empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!
because He lives, I can face tomorrow
because He lives, all fear is gone
because I know He holds the future
and life is worth the living just because He lives
Happy Easter! Hallelujah, the grave is empty! I know my Redeemer lives!
God sent His Son
they called Him Jesus
He came to love, heal, and forgive
He bled and died
to buy my pardon
an empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!
because He lives, I can face tomorrow
because He lives, all fear is gone
because I know He holds the future
and life is worth the living just because He lives
Happy Easter! Hallelujah, the grave is empty! I know my Redeemer lives!
Apr 5, 2004
through a glass...
I was reading a post that Laci put up last night, and the quotes she posted reminded me of a verse I read this morning in my quiet time. (here's the quotes...)
The way out. To show the fly the way out of the bottle was the life's hope of Ludwig Wittenstein but the truth is that human beings don't want a way out of the bottle; we are captivated, enthralled by the interior of the bottle; its glassy sides caress and console us; its glassy sides are the perimeters of our experience and our aspiration; the bottle is our skin, our soul; we're accustomed to the visual distortions of the glass; we would not wish to see clearly, without the barrier of the glass; we could not breathe a fresher air; we could not survive outside the bottle.
Or tell ourselves, in the classy-echoing language of the bottle, that this is so.
--Joyce Carol Oates, from I'll Take You There ("Anellia") p. 190
To show the fly the way out of the bottle? Break the bottle
--Joyce Carol Oates, from I'll Take You There ("Anellia") p. 243
The verse is I Corinthians 13:12 "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
The "glass" in the verse technically refers to a mirror, but I think it works for my example, as well. Like the bottle, we have boundaries to what we know and experience. We can sort of see what's beyond our boundaries, but not really--not clearly. The stubborn ones, when told of what truly lies beyond the bottle, stick their fingers in their ears and yell, not wishing to know the truth. We would not wish to see clearly, without the barrier of the glass. They convince themselves that what they see through the glass is the true way things are.
So how do we see clearly? Break the bottle. The only time we will completely "get it" is when we're in heaven, face to face with God. We might get some little glimpse of what it's really all about while we're here, but like the verse says, we won't really know till we see Him. To know that what we're seeing is slightly (if not drastically) distorted is enough for now.
I was reading a post that Laci put up last night, and the quotes she posted reminded me of a verse I read this morning in my quiet time. (here's the quotes...)
The way out. To show the fly the way out of the bottle was the life's hope of Ludwig Wittenstein but the truth is that human beings don't want a way out of the bottle; we are captivated, enthralled by the interior of the bottle; its glassy sides caress and console us; its glassy sides are the perimeters of our experience and our aspiration; the bottle is our skin, our soul; we're accustomed to the visual distortions of the glass; we would not wish to see clearly, without the barrier of the glass; we could not breathe a fresher air; we could not survive outside the bottle.
Or tell ourselves, in the classy-echoing language of the bottle, that this is so.
--Joyce Carol Oates, from I'll Take You There ("Anellia") p. 190
To show the fly the way out of the bottle? Break the bottle
--Joyce Carol Oates, from I'll Take You There ("Anellia") p. 243
The verse is I Corinthians 13:12 "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
The "glass" in the verse technically refers to a mirror, but I think it works for my example, as well. Like the bottle, we have boundaries to what we know and experience. We can sort of see what's beyond our boundaries, but not really--not clearly. The stubborn ones, when told of what truly lies beyond the bottle, stick their fingers in their ears and yell, not wishing to know the truth. We would not wish to see clearly, without the barrier of the glass. They convince themselves that what they see through the glass is the true way things are.
So how do we see clearly? Break the bottle. The only time we will completely "get it" is when we're in heaven, face to face with God. We might get some little glimpse of what it's really all about while we're here, but like the verse says, we won't really know till we see Him. To know that what we're seeing is slightly (if not drastically) distorted is enough for now.
Apr 3, 2004
sing to the King...
sing to the King who is coming to reign
glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain
life and salvation His empire shall bring
and joy to the nations when Jesus is King
come, let us sing a song
a song declaring we belong to Jesus
and He is all we need
and lift up a heart of praise
sing now with voices raised to Jesus
sing to the King
for His returning, we watch and we pray
we will be ready the dawn of that day
and we'll join in singing with all the redeemed
'cause Satan is vanquished and Jesus is King
come, let us sing a song
a song declaring we belong to Jesus
and He is all we need
and lift up a heart of praise
sing now with voices raised to Jesus
sing to the King
sing to the King who is coming to reign
glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain
life and salvation His empire shall bring
and joy to the nations when Jesus is King
come, let us sing a song
a song declaring we belong to Jesus
and He is all we need
and lift up a heart of praise
sing now with voices raised to Jesus
sing to the King
for His returning, we watch and we pray
we will be ready the dawn of that day
and we'll join in singing with all the redeemed
'cause Satan is vanquished and Jesus is King
come, let us sing a song
a song declaring we belong to Jesus
and He is all we need
and lift up a heart of praise
sing now with voices raised to Jesus
sing to the King
pour me out...
pour me out like a drink offering
Lord, I come as a sacrifice
pour me out like a drink offering
Lord, I come to die
let there be nothing left
nothing left
let there be nothing left
nothing left
let me be filled and overflowing
with Your Holy Spirit, Lord
till there's nothing left but you
pour me out like a drink offering
Lord, I come as a sacrifice
pour me out like a drink offering
Lord, I come to die
let there be nothing left
nothing left
let there be nothing left
nothing left
let me be filled and overflowing
with Your Holy Spirit, Lord
till there's nothing left but you
Mar 28, 2004
if they only knew what they were reaching for...
Some of us from church went down to Daytona Beach last night and handed out tracts to the spring-breakers and those attending the Audio show. Jessica came up with the design of the tracts based on something we had been given while in New York for New Year's, which Christina reminded her of a few days ago. Anyway, the tracts were really cool... they were postcard-sized and on the front just had a picture of a person running down the beach and said "I spent my spring break in Daytona Beach 2004." The back had the real message on it. It started by asking, "Do you know where you'll spend eternity?" and gave many other verses and statements/questions. What was cool about handing them out, especially at the audio show, was that people are more than willing to take something that's free. Several of the guys working the tables at the audio show even came up to us and asked to have some of the cards (probably not having any idea what the were). One guy, however, started to read the back of one and then asked if he could have some more to give to the guys working with him! How awesome! Something that Erica mentioned about an instance while we were walking back to our cars was really cool, too: we were handing out the cards to the people we passed as we walked along the sidewalk, and one guy reached for a card but missed it, so he had to do an extended reach before he actually got one. Erica later was like, "if he only knew what he was straining to reach, that would be so incredible." Indeed it would. That image stuck in my mind with extra meaning for the rest of the night. I saw this miscellaneous guy stretching with all his might toward something that he knew was worth having, yet not quite realizing that what he was truely reaching for was Christ. It's like the story of Paul in Acts where he goes to Athens and sees that they have an alter to "the unknown god." The people knew that there was "something more" that they needed and that deserved worship, but they didn't quite know what it was. That's the feeling I get when I think about that guy stretching to reach the card. Our vain attempts to reach God on our own. By His grace alone...
Some of us from church went down to Daytona Beach last night and handed out tracts to the spring-breakers and those attending the Audio show. Jessica came up with the design of the tracts based on something we had been given while in New York for New Year's, which Christina reminded her of a few days ago. Anyway, the tracts were really cool... they were postcard-sized and on the front just had a picture of a person running down the beach and said "I spent my spring break in Daytona Beach 2004." The back had the real message on it. It started by asking, "Do you know where you'll spend eternity?" and gave many other verses and statements/questions. What was cool about handing them out, especially at the audio show, was that people are more than willing to take something that's free. Several of the guys working the tables at the audio show even came up to us and asked to have some of the cards (probably not having any idea what the were). One guy, however, started to read the back of one and then asked if he could have some more to give to the guys working with him! How awesome! Something that Erica mentioned about an instance while we were walking back to our cars was really cool, too: we were handing out the cards to the people we passed as we walked along the sidewalk, and one guy reached for a card but missed it, so he had to do an extended reach before he actually got one. Erica later was like, "if he only knew what he was straining to reach, that would be so incredible." Indeed it would. That image stuck in my mind with extra meaning for the rest of the night. I saw this miscellaneous guy stretching with all his might toward something that he knew was worth having, yet not quite realizing that what he was truely reaching for was Christ. It's like the story of Paul in Acts where he goes to Athens and sees that they have an alter to "the unknown god." The people knew that there was "something more" that they needed and that deserved worship, but they didn't quite know what it was. That's the feeling I get when I think about that guy stretching to reach the card. Our vain attempts to reach God on our own. By His grace alone...
Mar 22, 2004
the best...
I've come to the conclusion that everyone should be an Elementary Education major because you get to make pinwheels and sundials in your college classes! So fun! But don't let that fool you into thinking that I don't do any "real" work... unlike most of my friends, I will be working through most of my (very short) spring break this week. Activity files, practicum hours, etc, etc, etc. Hopefully I can squeeze in a few beach hours... and hopefully the weather is nice... it's windy and a little chilly today. Okay, so this is a completely random and completely useless post, much to the contrary of its deceptive title. Anyway, maybe some worthwhile information will appear in days to come. Until then, pinwheels and sundials.
I've come to the conclusion that everyone should be an Elementary Education major because you get to make pinwheels and sundials in your college classes! So fun! But don't let that fool you into thinking that I don't do any "real" work... unlike most of my friends, I will be working through most of my (very short) spring break this week. Activity files, practicum hours, etc, etc, etc. Hopefully I can squeeze in a few beach hours... and hopefully the weather is nice... it's windy and a little chilly today. Okay, so this is a completely random and completely useless post, much to the contrary of its deceptive title. Anyway, maybe some worthwhile information will appear in days to come. Until then, pinwheels and sundials.
Mar 21, 2004
i tried...
I tried to put up a link to Greg's blog, but it has not been working for me. After many attempts, I have decided to compromise with my computer and just put up a link in a post. So here you go... this is the link to my friend Greg's blog. Let's hope it works!
I tried to put up a link to Greg's blog, but it has not been working for me. After many attempts, I have decided to compromise with my computer and just put up a link in a post. So here you go... this is the link to my friend Greg's blog. Let's hope it works!
Mar 16, 2004
fascinated...
For the few who still read this, I thought I'd share some of the art that I am simply fascinated by that I have been able to admire here in St. Augustine. One of my favorite places here in town is a place called the Energy Lab. Go ahead, click on the link... they're pretty cool! I particularly like the work of Sean Farnum from that gallery. Also, their featured artist of the month is Andre'a Giovanni who seems to be on her way to photo-realist painting. Another artist that I have come to admire is Thomas Arvid, whose work can be seen here in St. Augustine at the Tripp Harrison Gallery, as well as here. Other artists from that same website that are also featured around town are Tripp Harrison, Simon Bull, and Cao Yong. Thomas Arvid is my personal favorite, though. I just can't get over how realistic his paintings are. Take a look at some of them... notice the reflections in the glass, the ripples and bubbles in the wine, and the awesome detail on the corks and wood. It loses a little of the impact when you only see it on the website, but in person the paintings are truely astonishing.
Anyway, that's all for now. Just felt like sharing one of my latest interests. Enjoy! (and comment if you're still reading my page! I feel so out of touch with everybody!)
For the few who still read this, I thought I'd share some of the art that I am simply fascinated by that I have been able to admire here in St. Augustine. One of my favorite places here in town is a place called the Energy Lab. Go ahead, click on the link... they're pretty cool! I particularly like the work of Sean Farnum from that gallery. Also, their featured artist of the month is Andre'a Giovanni who seems to be on her way to photo-realist painting. Another artist that I have come to admire is Thomas Arvid, whose work can be seen here in St. Augustine at the Tripp Harrison Gallery, as well as here. Other artists from that same website that are also featured around town are Tripp Harrison, Simon Bull, and Cao Yong. Thomas Arvid is my personal favorite, though. I just can't get over how realistic his paintings are. Take a look at some of them... notice the reflections in the glass, the ripples and bubbles in the wine, and the awesome detail on the corks and wood. It loses a little of the impact when you only see it on the website, but in person the paintings are truely astonishing.
Anyway, that's all for now. Just felt like sharing one of my latest interests. Enjoy! (and comment if you're still reading my page! I feel so out of touch with everybody!)
Mar 12, 2004
the end...
Warmth has embraced me. Regretfully, the flowing cascade must stop. Drip, drip, drip... Drip, drip... Drip... Door swings. Sharp reality meets pink flesh with shivers and goose-bumps. Clammy feet on tile floor, raccoon eyes stare back from mirror. Upside-down and back agan... turban-head. Robe. Armload of the way things were. A final breath of solitude. And the exit from this blissful enclosure is inevitable. My shower is over.
Warmth has embraced me. Regretfully, the flowing cascade must stop. Drip, drip, drip... Drip, drip... Drip... Door swings. Sharp reality meets pink flesh with shivers and goose-bumps. Clammy feet on tile floor, raccoon eyes stare back from mirror. Upside-down and back agan... turban-head. Robe. Armload of the way things were. A final breath of solitude. And the exit from this blissful enclosure is inevitable. My shower is over.
Mar 3, 2004
the passion...
Genesis 3:14-15
God told the serpent: "Because you've done this, you're cursed, cursed beyond all cattle and wild animals, Cursed to slink on your belly and eat dirt all your life. I'm declaring war between you and the Woman, between your offspring and hers. He'll wound your head, you'll wound His heel."
Genesis 3:14-15
God told the serpent: "Because you've done this, you're cursed, cursed beyond all cattle and wild animals, Cursed to slink on your belly and eat dirt all your life. I'm declaring war between you and the Woman, between your offspring and hers. He'll wound your head, you'll wound His heel."
Feb 26, 2004
"Even Then" by Nichole Nordeman
It's a fear that keeps me wide awake
In the middle of the night
When the expectations are too great
And the bar gets raised too high
So I do the best with what I've got
And hope that no one knows
That I strain to see how high I can
Try to stand on these toes
Until I'm measured, but You know better
So, thank You, Jesus
Even when You see us just as we are
Fragile and frail and so far
From who we want to be
So, thank You, Jesus
Even when the pieces are broken and small
Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
Thank You, even then
So I put aside the masquerade
And admit that I am not okay
Which may not be the thing to say
But I'm not ashamed to need You more each day
We raise the standard, and try to reach You
But we'll never make it, and we don't need to...
It's a fear that keeps me wide awake
In the middle of the night
When the expectations are too great
And the bar gets raised too high
So I do the best with what I've got
And hope that no one knows
That I strain to see how high I can
Try to stand on these toes
Until I'm measured, but You know better
So, thank You, Jesus
Even when You see us just as we are
Fragile and frail and so far
From who we want to be
So, thank You, Jesus
Even when the pieces are broken and small
Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind
Thank You, even then
So I put aside the masquerade
And admit that I am not okay
Which may not be the thing to say
But I'm not ashamed to need You more each day
We raise the standard, and try to reach You
But we'll never make it, and we don't need to...
blocking the light...
Larry spoke at Fusion tonight, and he gave this awesome example of how little things (little sins) in our lives can block our relationship with God when we let them stay in our lives. He said if you go outside on a sunny day, the great big sun up in the sky can be blocked out if you simply take a quarter from your pocket and hold it up in front of the sun. The sun is millions and millions of times bigger than the small, little quarter, yet that quarter can block the light of the sun if it is held between the sun and the viewer. Just like the quarter, "little" sins in our lives may seem insignificant in comparison to bigger things, yet they can just as easily block our access to God as bigger things. Something to think about.
Larry spoke at Fusion tonight, and he gave this awesome example of how little things (little sins) in our lives can block our relationship with God when we let them stay in our lives. He said if you go outside on a sunny day, the great big sun up in the sky can be blocked out if you simply take a quarter from your pocket and hold it up in front of the sun. The sun is millions and millions of times bigger than the small, little quarter, yet that quarter can block the light of the sun if it is held between the sun and the viewer. Just like the quarter, "little" sins in our lives may seem insignificant in comparison to bigger things, yet they can just as easily block our access to God as bigger things. Something to think about.
Feb 20, 2004
new year's resolutions...
for andrew...
"This is your life" by Switchfoot
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes,
This is your life.
And today is all you've got now.
And today is all you've ever had.
Don't close your eyes.
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed that it would be when the world was younger, and you had everything to lose?
Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over.
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
for andrew...
"This is your life" by Switchfoot
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes,
This is your life.
And today is all you've got now.
And today is all you've ever had.
Don't close your eyes.
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed that it would be when the world was younger, and you had everything to lose?
Yesterday is a kid in the corner
Yesterday is dead and over.
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
Feb 6, 2004
yet another week...
Yes, yet again it has been a week between posts. Sorry, life got in the way. But life has been good, I am happy to report. Christina and I have completed our first week of Quiet Times together. I'm really enjoying that. I'm glad she asked me about that because it sort of forced me to get back on track. God always knows just what I need. And we've been able to have some really good discussions together about what we're reading. Those discussions typically lead to others, which is good because I have a specific person who I can share important stuff with that I can count on to keep me accountable on a daily basis. And she's been such an encouragement to me, as well.
This week has been good. I don't specifically remember why, though. Nothing really stands out too much. I guess it was just a good week in general. My Thursday practicum stands out though. I walked in the door to my first grade class to find a substitute in place of the regular classroom teacher. The thought that immediately ran through my head was "I hate substitutes." No offense to them as people, but substitutes typically have NO IDEA what they're doing in the classroom. And this one was like a hundred years old to top it off. "Well, grin and bear it," I thought. I went in and introduced myself, and a look of sheer joy came over her face. She walked me to the desk where she proceeded to hand me the notes the teacher had jotted down for her. "This is what they're doing today," she said to me as she handed over the two little white slips of paper. "They have to go at the right time for lunch... can't be early or the other teachers will get mad," she said to me. She obviously was unaware I would only be there for a few hours. "I'm just here for the morning," I informed her. With a simple agreement, she stepped away, and it became clear to me that I was to take over. A quick surge of panic zipped through me for a split second. Then it was over. "I can do this," I reassured myself. I was comforted by the fact that I had observed the class before to know how they do things. After examining in detail the contents of the hand-scrawled schedule and realizing that absolutely nothing had been accomplished in the time before I entered the room, I assumed my position as "teacher." We went through the usual procedures of the morning calendar and the reading chart; we did multiple pages in the reading workbook, followed by several pages in the math workbook. I was quite encouraged and put at ease when the co-teacher entered the room (from working with a few kids on speech): she realized what page we were on in the reading workbook and said, "oh! you've gotten quite a lot accomplished! that's great!" "I told you it would be fine," I said to myself. Half-way through the math pages, I had to leave because my time was up. We had gotten a lot accomplished, though, and no one had any traumatic "substitute-day-breakdowns!" (For those who don't know, having a substitute is a very traumatic and disturbing experience for some young elementary school kids! No joke.) I informed the "real" sub where I left off and turned the class back over to her. The morning had gone very well, I thought. "She has no idea what she's doing," I reasserted as I closed the door behind myself.
Like I said, nothing else about my week particularly stands out. But tonight I'm going on the "First Friday Art Walk" which I'm quite excited about. After that, I think I'm going to a cookout at Larry's house, which should be fun. Tomorrow night is The Edge, and Watermark is going to be in concert. That's all my fun and exciting news. Maybe there will be more by the end of the weekend! Peace out!
Yes, yet again it has been a week between posts. Sorry, life got in the way. But life has been good, I am happy to report. Christina and I have completed our first week of Quiet Times together. I'm really enjoying that. I'm glad she asked me about that because it sort of forced me to get back on track. God always knows just what I need. And we've been able to have some really good discussions together about what we're reading. Those discussions typically lead to others, which is good because I have a specific person who I can share important stuff with that I can count on to keep me accountable on a daily basis. And she's been such an encouragement to me, as well.
This week has been good. I don't specifically remember why, though. Nothing really stands out too much. I guess it was just a good week in general. My Thursday practicum stands out though. I walked in the door to my first grade class to find a substitute in place of the regular classroom teacher. The thought that immediately ran through my head was "I hate substitutes." No offense to them as people, but substitutes typically have NO IDEA what they're doing in the classroom. And this one was like a hundred years old to top it off. "Well, grin and bear it," I thought. I went in and introduced myself, and a look of sheer joy came over her face. She walked me to the desk where she proceeded to hand me the notes the teacher had jotted down for her. "This is what they're doing today," she said to me as she handed over the two little white slips of paper. "They have to go at the right time for lunch... can't be early or the other teachers will get mad," she said to me. She obviously was unaware I would only be there for a few hours. "I'm just here for the morning," I informed her. With a simple agreement, she stepped away, and it became clear to me that I was to take over. A quick surge of panic zipped through me for a split second. Then it was over. "I can do this," I reassured myself. I was comforted by the fact that I had observed the class before to know how they do things. After examining in detail the contents of the hand-scrawled schedule and realizing that absolutely nothing had been accomplished in the time before I entered the room, I assumed my position as "teacher." We went through the usual procedures of the morning calendar and the reading chart; we did multiple pages in the reading workbook, followed by several pages in the math workbook. I was quite encouraged and put at ease when the co-teacher entered the room (from working with a few kids on speech): she realized what page we were on in the reading workbook and said, "oh! you've gotten quite a lot accomplished! that's great!" "I told you it would be fine," I said to myself. Half-way through the math pages, I had to leave because my time was up. We had gotten a lot accomplished, though, and no one had any traumatic "substitute-day-breakdowns!" (For those who don't know, having a substitute is a very traumatic and disturbing experience for some young elementary school kids! No joke.) I informed the "real" sub where I left off and turned the class back over to her. The morning had gone very well, I thought. "She has no idea what she's doing," I reasserted as I closed the door behind myself.
Like I said, nothing else about my week particularly stands out. But tonight I'm going on the "First Friday Art Walk" which I'm quite excited about. After that, I think I'm going to a cookout at Larry's house, which should be fun. Tomorrow night is The Edge, and Watermark is going to be in concert. That's all my fun and exciting news. Maybe there will be more by the end of the weekend! Peace out!
Jan 30, 2004
ages...
Monday feels like ages ago! This has been such a great week! So many things have gone well. Hmmm.... where to begin? Well, first off, Christina decided to start doing a time of daily Bible reading for Lent (which is still some time off) and came to me for some guidance and suggestions. I was completely flattered and humbled that she came to me for something so important. I felt a little... umm... well, hypocritical telling her what she should do, though, since my daily devotions have been less than consistant lately. I told her I would think it over and see what suggestions I came up with for her. Today we went to The Wonder of Truth (which is a fabulous Christian bookstore here in St. Augustine) and I found a book called The Quiet Time Companion. She and I both got a copy of it, and we're going to go through it together. It's actually a two-year book, so it'll last a while, which is cool. We're both pretty excited about it. And it will be a good source for me for some things that are coming up that I will need a few ideas for.
Secondly, Christina also came to me and said that there's a good possibility she may be staying in St. Augustine after she graduates in April, so she was asking if some of us girls would want to live off campus with her. So this week has been spent looking at houses, and there are several potential ones! At this point, we're pretty much planning on living off campus with or without her... but we really hope she stays. So hopefully in the near future there will be some definite news about a house. Stay tuned!
That's all for now. Going to "Potbelly's" to watch a movie... there's safety in numbers, that's what I always say!
Monday feels like ages ago! This has been such a great week! So many things have gone well. Hmmm.... where to begin? Well, first off, Christina decided to start doing a time of daily Bible reading for Lent (which is still some time off) and came to me for some guidance and suggestions. I was completely flattered and humbled that she came to me for something so important. I felt a little... umm... well, hypocritical telling her what she should do, though, since my daily devotions have been less than consistant lately. I told her I would think it over and see what suggestions I came up with for her. Today we went to The Wonder of Truth (which is a fabulous Christian bookstore here in St. Augustine) and I found a book called The Quiet Time Companion. She and I both got a copy of it, and we're going to go through it together. It's actually a two-year book, so it'll last a while, which is cool. We're both pretty excited about it. And it will be a good source for me for some things that are coming up that I will need a few ideas for.
Secondly, Christina also came to me and said that there's a good possibility she may be staying in St. Augustine after she graduates in April, so she was asking if some of us girls would want to live off campus with her. So this week has been spent looking at houses, and there are several potential ones! At this point, we're pretty much planning on living off campus with or without her... but we really hope she stays. So hopefully in the near future there will be some definite news about a house. Stay tuned!
That's all for now. Going to "Potbelly's" to watch a movie... there's safety in numbers, that's what I always say!
Jan 26, 2004
SUPER!!!!
I had such an incredibly awesome day today! I just got finished writing two long e-mails about it, so I can't really afford the time to write about it again here, but maybe I'll post details in a day or so. The basics though are that God is doing awesome things in my life. It's absolutely incredible.
Today I'm thankful for...
-Christina
-ladies' Bible study
-journaling
-God's Word to us
-God's provisions for us
-God's perfect timing!
-the impact people have on other people
-the fact that God chooses to use us!
I had such an incredibly awesome day today! I just got finished writing two long e-mails about it, so I can't really afford the time to write about it again here, but maybe I'll post details in a day or so. The basics though are that God is doing awesome things in my life. It's absolutely incredible.
Today I'm thankful for...
-Christina
-ladies' Bible study
-journaling
-God's Word to us
-God's provisions for us
-God's perfect timing!
-the impact people have on other people
-the fact that God chooses to use us!
Jan 22, 2004
feeling used, but in a good way...
I went through a time last year when I really felt like I wasn't being used by God in any significant way. I was a little torn between churches, so I wasn't really plugged into a specific ministry. On top of that, I really wasn't building personal relationships to the degree that I should have. This year I feel like that has all turned around completely. I'm plugged in at Anastasia, especially in Fusion, and I love it. People talk about how much they appreciate me/us making such sacrifices to lead Fusion, but to me it's no sacrifice at all. It's what I enjoy doing for the sake of God's ministry. Secondly, I feel like God has blessed and provided me with so many meaningful friendships this year. I don't just feel like I've made a lot of new friends this year (although I do feel that way); I feel like the friendships that have emerged have been so important to my spiritual development. Off the top of my head, I can think of at least four friends that I have made this year that are Christians who are incredibly encouraging to me. I know all of us are glad we were able to meet one another because we have all become so important in each others' lives. In addition, I have had the opportunity this year to become friends and acquaintances with several people who are not Christians. I don't know exactly how God is using me in those relationships, but I'm certain He's doing something, whether I can see it or not. Anyway, it's a good feeling to know that God is working in and through me. I'm quite encouraged.
I went through a time last year when I really felt like I wasn't being used by God in any significant way. I was a little torn between churches, so I wasn't really plugged into a specific ministry. On top of that, I really wasn't building personal relationships to the degree that I should have. This year I feel like that has all turned around completely. I'm plugged in at Anastasia, especially in Fusion, and I love it. People talk about how much they appreciate me/us making such sacrifices to lead Fusion, but to me it's no sacrifice at all. It's what I enjoy doing for the sake of God's ministry. Secondly, I feel like God has blessed and provided me with so many meaningful friendships this year. I don't just feel like I've made a lot of new friends this year (although I do feel that way); I feel like the friendships that have emerged have been so important to my spiritual development. Off the top of my head, I can think of at least four friends that I have made this year that are Christians who are incredibly encouraging to me. I know all of us are glad we were able to meet one another because we have all become so important in each others' lives. In addition, I have had the opportunity this year to become friends and acquaintances with several people who are not Christians. I don't know exactly how God is using me in those relationships, but I'm certain He's doing something, whether I can see it or not. Anyway, it's a good feeling to know that God is working in and through me. I'm quite encouraged.
Jan 19, 2004
good day...
Today has been surprisingly good, despite the fact that it's a Monday and I had FIVE classes. My middle class of the day is Applied Linguistics, which I am totally loving. I'm one of those weird people who actually enjoys grammar, and I'm fascinated by language, so this class is right up my alley. It also has me thinking again about what I want to do when I graduate. I'm studying to be an elementary teacher, but I'm not sure if that's really my ultimate goal, or just an intermediate goal. Since I started this class, I have also started thinking about the possibility of doing something in speech pathology or speech therapy or something like that. I'm not totally sure what those careers actually entail, but I'm looking into it.
Not too much else to say today. I'm going to IV's first meeting of the semester in just a few minutes, so hopefully it will be great. I'm looking forward to it.
~have a lovely evening!~
Today has been surprisingly good, despite the fact that it's a Monday and I had FIVE classes. My middle class of the day is Applied Linguistics, which I am totally loving. I'm one of those weird people who actually enjoys grammar, and I'm fascinated by language, so this class is right up my alley. It also has me thinking again about what I want to do when I graduate. I'm studying to be an elementary teacher, but I'm not sure if that's really my ultimate goal, or just an intermediate goal. Since I started this class, I have also started thinking about the possibility of doing something in speech pathology or speech therapy or something like that. I'm not totally sure what those careers actually entail, but I'm looking into it.
Not too much else to say today. I'm going to IV's first meeting of the semester in just a few minutes, so hopefully it will be great. I'm looking forward to it.
~have a lovely evening!~
glad it happened anyway...
Holding you, I held everything. For a moment, wasn't I a king? If I'd only known how this king would fall, now who's to say that i'd have changed it all. I'm glad i didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. For our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but i'd of had to miss the dance.
-from Rob's away message
Holding you, I held everything. For a moment, wasn't I a king? If I'd only known how this king would fall, now who's to say that i'd have changed it all. I'm glad i didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. For our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but i'd of had to miss the dance.
-from Rob's away message
Here's a quote from a new blog I started reading. I'm linking to him on the side of the page, also. Give it a look sometime.
God accepts us in who we are and where we are at in our lives. This does not mean he does not want us to change... but he invites us to sit down at his table no matter if we are a pope or a prostitute. This means we too must also sit down with people as Christ did. Because in God's eyes, we are all broken but it will never stop him from loving us.
God accepts us in who we are and where we are at in our lives. This does not mean he does not want us to change... but he invites us to sit down at his table no matter if we are a pope or a prostitute. This means we too must also sit down with people as Christ did. Because in God's eyes, we are all broken but it will never stop him from loving us.
Jan 18, 2004
God's so perfect...
Funny how God works everything out perfectly. At Fusion Leadership meeting tonight we had a specific time of sharing with each other that turned out to be really sort of cleansing. We shared with each other an aspect about ourselves that we knew we struggled with, or that we knew we needed to work on. It especially helped me see some things more clearly about situations going on right now in my life. I finally verbalized some things that I have been aware of in my head, and somehow speaking them out-loud helped me make them true in my heart, as well. One thing I acknowledged was that I often pray for God's will to be done above my own and for God to do whatever He sees fit in a given situation, yet when God actually starts to answer a prayer request by doing His will and doing whatever He sees fit, I get all upset because things aren't happening the way I thought they should. When I pray the prayer, I mean it, but when it actually happens, it's a lot harder to accept. I said it's almost like lying to myself by first saying that I do want God's will yet not accepting it when it's offered. As I mentioned, verbalizing these facts seemed to help me so much. In my present "situation" I had already determined earlier this week that I was okay with whatever the outcome would be, but tonight I really came to understand that this indeed was God answering my prayer... in His own way rather than mine. I dealt with the situation, and now I feel infinitely better. I'm so glad God takes such good care of me! And I am finally starting to realize that things work out better when I don't try to fight the answers God gives me! Anyway, that's all. It was a good night.
Funny how God works everything out perfectly. At Fusion Leadership meeting tonight we had a specific time of sharing with each other that turned out to be really sort of cleansing. We shared with each other an aspect about ourselves that we knew we struggled with, or that we knew we needed to work on. It especially helped me see some things more clearly about situations going on right now in my life. I finally verbalized some things that I have been aware of in my head, and somehow speaking them out-loud helped me make them true in my heart, as well. One thing I acknowledged was that I often pray for God's will to be done above my own and for God to do whatever He sees fit in a given situation, yet when God actually starts to answer a prayer request by doing His will and doing whatever He sees fit, I get all upset because things aren't happening the way I thought they should. When I pray the prayer, I mean it, but when it actually happens, it's a lot harder to accept. I said it's almost like lying to myself by first saying that I do want God's will yet not accepting it when it's offered. As I mentioned, verbalizing these facts seemed to help me so much. In my present "situation" I had already determined earlier this week that I was okay with whatever the outcome would be, but tonight I really came to understand that this indeed was God answering my prayer... in His own way rather than mine. I dealt with the situation, and now I feel infinitely better. I'm so glad God takes such good care of me! And I am finally starting to realize that things work out better when I don't try to fight the answers God gives me! Anyway, that's all. It was a good night.
Jan 17, 2004
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
but I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
and I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
-from Kim's away message
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
but I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
and I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
-from Kim's away message
Jan 15, 2004
"I Belong to You" by Superchic[k]
everybody needs to belong somewhere
life can feel so alone without someone who cares
and when life becomes something just to get through
that's when i'm glad that i belong to You
i belong to You
i belong to You
You're the One who will never let me down
won't let me down
i belong to You
sometimes life brings more pain than we can bear alone
when hope is gone and i have no strength to stand on my own
when nothing helps, there's nothing that i can do
You surround me and show me i belong to You
i belong to You
i belong to You
You're the One who will never let me down
won't let me down
i belong to You
when love is gone, there's no arms to run to anymore
i'm all alone, there's no one for me to live for
letting go of the things i've always clung to
that's when i need to feel that i belong to You
i belong to You
i belong to You
You're the One who will never let me down
won't let me down
i belong to You
everybody needs to belong somewhere
life can feel so alone without someone who cares
and when life becomes something just to get through
that's when i'm glad that i belong to You
i belong to You
i belong to You
You're the One who will never let me down
won't let me down
i belong to You
sometimes life brings more pain than we can bear alone
when hope is gone and i have no strength to stand on my own
when nothing helps, there's nothing that i can do
You surround me and show me i belong to You
i belong to You
i belong to You
You're the One who will never let me down
won't let me down
i belong to You
when love is gone, there's no arms to run to anymore
i'm all alone, there's no one for me to live for
letting go of the things i've always clung to
that's when i need to feel that i belong to You
i belong to You
i belong to You
You're the One who will never let me down
won't let me down
i belong to You
He's everything I need...
Last night at Fusion was incredible! Everything was good, but particularly the last two songs. We did "You are beautiful, my sweet, sweet song...", which is my favorite, and then we did "Give me one pure and holy passion...", which is exactly what I needed to hear yesterday. It's funny how God points things directly at you sometimes. I couldn't have asked for more appropriate songs yesterday.
I'm really glad to be back in St. Augustine. I love it here. This week has been a little awkward, though. I think everyone's just a little weird around each other after not seeing each other for a while. Hopefully that will all pass in the next few days and everything will be back to normal.
Anyway, that's about all for now. I'll try to post again when there's some new information to be had. Later.
Last night at Fusion was incredible! Everything was good, but particularly the last two songs. We did "You are beautiful, my sweet, sweet song...", which is my favorite, and then we did "Give me one pure and holy passion...", which is exactly what I needed to hear yesterday. It's funny how God points things directly at you sometimes. I couldn't have asked for more appropriate songs yesterday.
I'm really glad to be back in St. Augustine. I love it here. This week has been a little awkward, though. I think everyone's just a little weird around each other after not seeing each other for a while. Hopefully that will all pass in the next few days and everything will be back to normal.
Anyway, that's about all for now. I'll try to post again when there's some new information to be had. Later.
Jan 11, 2004
a good day, despite the facts...
It's cool when you read a Bible verse that you've heard a million times before but this time God decides to reveal something new to you about it. That happened to me today. Actually, I guess I didn't read the verse; Bro.Keith mentioned it tonight during the service. But at any rate, it was cool.
On another note, I was reminded tonight how important passion is to a meaningful Christian life. Some close friends of mine are quite discouraged right now about the lack of passion in those around them because it is affecting their ministry. One of them asked me for advice tonight and it was hard to come up with anything to tell them, but we had a good conversation about it and talked about a few ideas. I'm praying that things look up for them soon. Starting Tuesday, I'll be away again, so there's not much I can do to help them except pray for them and keep suggesting whatever I can think of.
"The facts" about today, for those who need to know, is that my grandad died this morning. So here's the story. He got put in the hospital the Monday before Christmas because he had a stroke. They did an MRI and found that he had a tumor on his brain, which caused the stroke. Tuesday they did surgery to remove the tumor. Surprisingly, he made it through the surgery. Since then, he was recovering pretty well. They moved him from the hospital to a rehab center this past week. Saturday morning, however, he choked, and apparently that put him in a far worse state. His heart was beating on its own, but everything else was being run by machines. Mom and her family were going to have to make a decision today of whether or not to keep the machines going, because that's not what my grandad wanted. This morning my mom got the call saying he passed away though, so in a way they were relieved not to have to make that decision. The family's all doing pretty well, but it's emotionally exhausting to have everyone and their brother ask about it, or call the house, or come by to visit, or say "I'm sorry about your grandad." I know it's all in good heart, and I would do exactly the same, but it does get tiring. And it's not even like it makes us upset to talk about it; it's just that it's the same thing over and over again all day long. It could be happy news and I'd be sick of it! But that will all pass soon, so I guess I should just be thankful that so many people care about us enough to mention it. Anyway, that's all. Thought you should know.
I'm ready to be in St. Augustine again!!! Can't wait till Tuesday! Until then, haircut and pictures and Erica tomorrow. Later.
It's cool when you read a Bible verse that you've heard a million times before but this time God decides to reveal something new to you about it. That happened to me today. Actually, I guess I didn't read the verse; Bro.Keith mentioned it tonight during the service. But at any rate, it was cool.
On another note, I was reminded tonight how important passion is to a meaningful Christian life. Some close friends of mine are quite discouraged right now about the lack of passion in those around them because it is affecting their ministry. One of them asked me for advice tonight and it was hard to come up with anything to tell them, but we had a good conversation about it and talked about a few ideas. I'm praying that things look up for them soon. Starting Tuesday, I'll be away again, so there's not much I can do to help them except pray for them and keep suggesting whatever I can think of.
"The facts" about today, for those who need to know, is that my grandad died this morning. So here's the story. He got put in the hospital the Monday before Christmas because he had a stroke. They did an MRI and found that he had a tumor on his brain, which caused the stroke. Tuesday they did surgery to remove the tumor. Surprisingly, he made it through the surgery. Since then, he was recovering pretty well. They moved him from the hospital to a rehab center this past week. Saturday morning, however, he choked, and apparently that put him in a far worse state. His heart was beating on its own, but everything else was being run by machines. Mom and her family were going to have to make a decision today of whether or not to keep the machines going, because that's not what my grandad wanted. This morning my mom got the call saying he passed away though, so in a way they were relieved not to have to make that decision. The family's all doing pretty well, but it's emotionally exhausting to have everyone and their brother ask about it, or call the house, or come by to visit, or say "I'm sorry about your grandad." I know it's all in good heart, and I would do exactly the same, but it does get tiring. And it's not even like it makes us upset to talk about it; it's just that it's the same thing over and over again all day long. It could be happy news and I'd be sick of it! But that will all pass soon, so I guess I should just be thankful that so many people care about us enough to mention it. Anyway, that's all. Thought you should know.
I'm ready to be in St. Augustine again!!! Can't wait till Tuesday! Until then, haircut and pictures and Erica tomorrow. Later.
Jan 10, 2004
the end...
I have worked my last day for Old Navy. It's been good, but I'm pretty glad I'm done. Retail is tough! I don't plan on having any future jobs in the industry. Speaking of future jobs, I was talking with my mom yesterday and I was like "How in the world do people ever decide what they want to do with their lives?" and the basic conclusion that I got from her was that people just do what makes money, and nobody ever really gets a job they love or even one they have dreamed about. That's depressing. It's my goal to enter into a career that I love that can also support me, but I haven't quite decided what that is yet. I have come upon one pretty cool opportunity, however. I'm probably going to stay the summer in Atlanta and work with Rex and Marti in their furniture shop! I'm really excited about that. We haven't worked out all the little details yet, but it is looking more and more like a definite possibility. I'll most likely be working on the "finishing" portion of the furniture-making, like staining and varnishing the wood and checking over last-minute details. Maybe that sounds boring to some people, but I really think I'll enjoy it. I've always been into stuff like that anyway.
Summer's still a while away. Current plans are to pack up this weekend to get ready to move back to school on Tuesday. I'm so ready to be back! According to my tentative schedule, I should have all the classes I signed up for, which is good. I'm to the point now that if I don't get exactly what I signed up for, it could possibly throw everything off. I've got a little extra space in my final semester of classes though, so hopefully that will be like a buffer if anything gets thrown off. I have the feeling I'll be INCREDIBLY busy this semester with my 18 credit hours and two seperate practicums. If you don't hear from me often, that's probably why! Anyway, for now I need to get to bed for church in the morning. Sweet dreams!
I have worked my last day for Old Navy. It's been good, but I'm pretty glad I'm done. Retail is tough! I don't plan on having any future jobs in the industry. Speaking of future jobs, I was talking with my mom yesterday and I was like "How in the world do people ever decide what they want to do with their lives?" and the basic conclusion that I got from her was that people just do what makes money, and nobody ever really gets a job they love or even one they have dreamed about. That's depressing. It's my goal to enter into a career that I love that can also support me, but I haven't quite decided what that is yet. I have come upon one pretty cool opportunity, however. I'm probably going to stay the summer in Atlanta and work with Rex and Marti in their furniture shop! I'm really excited about that. We haven't worked out all the little details yet, but it is looking more and more like a definite possibility. I'll most likely be working on the "finishing" portion of the furniture-making, like staining and varnishing the wood and checking over last-minute details. Maybe that sounds boring to some people, but I really think I'll enjoy it. I've always been into stuff like that anyway.
Summer's still a while away. Current plans are to pack up this weekend to get ready to move back to school on Tuesday. I'm so ready to be back! According to my tentative schedule, I should have all the classes I signed up for, which is good. I'm to the point now that if I don't get exactly what I signed up for, it could possibly throw everything off. I've got a little extra space in my final semester of classes though, so hopefully that will be like a buffer if anything gets thrown off. I have the feeling I'll be INCREDIBLY busy this semester with my 18 credit hours and two seperate practicums. If you don't hear from me often, that's probably why! Anyway, for now I need to get to bed for church in the morning. Sweet dreams!
Jan 7, 2004
so here's the story of New York... this will be long!
Monday, December 29: Andrew's train was four hours late!
Tuesday, December 30: Our train was basically on time. The train ride was LONG. Through the night none of us could sleep. We would all lay there with our eyes closed for 30 minutes or so, and then we would turn to each other and we were like "did you sleep any?" "no, did you?" "no." During the day though we dozed off here and there. We got into Philly on Tuesday around 6:00pm. Erica and her mom met us at the station and drove us back to her house in Atlantic City, NJ, which is about an hour and a half away. We stayed there for the night.
Wednesday, December 31: We got up and headed to the bus station. We planned on taking the 7:00am New Jersey Transit bus, but we missed it by like 2 minutes, so we took the 8:00 Greyhound. The ride to NY City is about 2 1/2 hours. When we got there, we took the subway to Erica's cousin's house. (Her cousin's name is Jackie, and she and her fiance Neil live together in an apartment on 71st just off Broadway.) We dropped all our stuff off at the apartment and went to Central Park and just wandered around a bit. We came back to the apartment and ordered a "real New York pizza" for lunch. I'm not personally very impressed by them. We hung out around the apartment for a while until it was time to go set up camp in Times Square for the big event. We got settled in at Times Square around 6:00. After a little confusion of where to go when we first got there, it wasn't too chaotic for the rest of the evening. Every hour there is a countdown, which is like a short-term goal to look forward to while you're out there freezing in the middle of the street. The five of us eventually decided to make a theme for each hour, among which were "20 questions" and "the group hug"... meaning we played 20 questions for a straight hour, and then stood in a group hug to conserve body heat for a straight hour. Finally midnight rolled around. Music played, confetti flew, the ball dropped, and fireworks went off. It was terrific. We all tried to call the people we had promised to call, but cell phone service was apparently overloaded because most of our calls wouldn't go through. So for those of you who didn't get a call, or got one an hour later, that's why, and we apologize. After it was over, we headed back to the apartment for the night.
Thursday, January 1: We took the opportunity to sleep in a little late. Jackie (who is incredibly awesome) cooked breakfast for us. We left and went down 5th Avenue to see a few shop windows. We made a quick stop in Sacks, only to be completely astonished by the price tags, and continued on to Rockefeller Center where we saw the famous Christmas tree and the ice skating rink. From there we went to the Empire State Building. From start to finish, that alone was a four hour ordeal. Needless to say, we were hungry by the time we exited the building. We subwayed back to the end of Jackie's street and called to find out the location of a nearby Chinese place she had suggested. She told us it was called Ollie's and we headed in its direction. The food was terrific. After dinner, we were completely beat, so we just went back to the apartment and watched a movie and a few tv shows and went to bed.
Friday, January 2: We woke up early (reasonably) and got ready. Jessica and her family live in Orange County, New York, and they came into the City and met up with us. We loaded our stuff into their cars that morning to get out of Jackie's way, and spent the rest of the day doing stuff around the City. We went to Ground Zero, the Statue of Liberty, The Pier mall (near the fish market), and made another stop in Times Square. Erica had to leave half-way through the day to go back home for a retreat. At the end of the evening the rest of us drove back to Jessica's house, which is about an hour and a half away. They live in a really cool log cabin style house. We watched a movie and then spent a little time in the hot tub. When we finally came back inside, we put in another movie, but three of the five of us were out in seconds, so we decided not to finish it. Christina and I woke up the other three and we all headed down to the basement room where we were staying for the night. We all got to sleep in beds! That was nice!
Saturday, January 3: We bummed out around Jessica's house for a while, and then caught the 3:30 train back to the City. This is where the story really begins. We arrived into Penn station and we had to find a place to keep our luggage because we had reservations at a comedy club that night. We weren't staying in the City that night, so we couldn't just leave our luggage where we would be staying. We needed somewhere to keep it until after the show when we would be catching the bus back to Atlantic City. None of the bus or train stations in NYC have lockers anymore since 9-11, so we left Penn station and went up to the Penn Hotel which is on the street above it. We asked one of the bell hop guys if we could store luggage at the front desk and he told us that it cost $4 a bag, but that we could. So we got in line and waited for like 15 or 20 minutes. When we got to the desk, they informed us that we could not keep our luggage there since we were not hotel guests. We were really ticked at the bell hop guy. Andrew and I sat with the luggage on a bench over to the side while Krissy and Christina ran around trying to find somewhere for us to keep our stuff. Finally they found out that we could check it at Penn station, so we took it back down there. We checked a map to figure out where we were going for the show. It looked really close, so we decided not to take the subway but to walk instead. We had about 30 minutes till we were supposed to be there at this point. We started walking, and within a short time we realized it was a lot further than we thought but it was too late to turn back and take the subway, so we continued on a frantic power-walk through the heart of New York City. We finally got to Caroline's (the comedy club) and all was well. The comedian was great, and the food and drinks were good, too. Afterward, we walked back to Penn station (which is not nearly as far when you're not in a hurry and sorta know where you're going!). We got our luggage and took the subway to the bus station. We got on the 11:30 bus to Atlantic City. You would think the story ends there, but alas, it has only just begun. We were on the highway and passed two other Greyhounds on the side of the road. Our driver pulled over and informed us that it is company policy that if she passes two other buses she has to pull over to make sure they're okay. (Not that there's anything she could have done for them, but it's their policy.) So she got back on the bus after checking on them, and within 5 minutes our bus died and we were the ones on the side of the road. What luck. The Jamacian woman in front of me saw the water in the grass on the side of the road and insisted that we were in the swamp and were going to be eaten by snakes. I thought to myself, "We're from Florida. That's no swamp. That's a puddle." The driver called the head office and they instructed her to pull off the highway, so she did. They told her a mechanic and another bus were coming. So we waited. The other passengers started getting really worked up. They were all tourists on their way to the casinos in Atlantic City, so they weren't happy about a broken bus taking up their gambling time. Among other things, one woman demanded that the driver call the police. What did she think the police would have done for us?! Another woman complained about how she was tired and hungry. The driver offered her ham sandwich to her, but the woman said she didn't eat ham. Several irate men from the back wanted phone numbers and addresses for the Greyhound offices, apparently so they could call and complain about the driver, as if it was her fault the bus broke down. Eventually a second bus came for us. It was 4:30am by the time we reached Atlantic City. Erica's mom graciously met us at the bus station and drove us back to her house. What a day.
Sunday, January 4: We slept. Obviously. Erica was back by the time we woke up, which was well after noon. We spent the remainder of the day watching movies and eating. Then we went back to bed!
Monday, January 5: Not much more exciting than Sunday. We got up, packed, stopped by the store for some snacks, and drove to Philly to catch the train. Luckily it was on time. 18 hours later, we were in Jacksonville.
Tuesday, January 6: Our train got into Jacksonville around 8:00am. Christina stayed on to go to Orlando. The remaining three of us got off. Krissy's dad dropped Andrew and I off at my house where we sat on the couch and watched tv and napped (well, I napped) for most of the day. Around 5:00 I drove him back to the train station yet again. Luckily, this time his train was on time. He got in line to board the train, and that concludes our events of the week. I went home, ate dinner, and crawled into bed by 7:00. A well-deserved full night's rest.
Random notes: When in NYC, be advised, Penn Station is much further from Times Square than it seems on the subway maps. Take the subway. Don't walk. If you plan on moving to the City, I hope you're rich. The apartment we stayed in had one bedroom, a combination living/dining room, a kitchen where you could touch all three walls at the same time, and a small bathroom, and it cost $2,000 a month. When on a trip, be sure to DOUBLE CHECK if you're leaving anything behind. Andrew successfully forgot something at every place we stayed. I also forgot my cell phone at Erica's and therefore didn't have it for most of the week. It's funny how dependent we are on those things! And a final note: if you're thinking about taking the train from Florida to New York, don't. Fly. It's worth the extra money. 18 hours is a long time.
Monday, December 29: Andrew's train was four hours late!
Tuesday, December 30: Our train was basically on time. The train ride was LONG. Through the night none of us could sleep. We would all lay there with our eyes closed for 30 minutes or so, and then we would turn to each other and we were like "did you sleep any?" "no, did you?" "no." During the day though we dozed off here and there. We got into Philly on Tuesday around 6:00pm. Erica and her mom met us at the station and drove us back to her house in Atlantic City, NJ, which is about an hour and a half away. We stayed there for the night.
Wednesday, December 31: We got up and headed to the bus station. We planned on taking the 7:00am New Jersey Transit bus, but we missed it by like 2 minutes, so we took the 8:00 Greyhound. The ride to NY City is about 2 1/2 hours. When we got there, we took the subway to Erica's cousin's house. (Her cousin's name is Jackie, and she and her fiance Neil live together in an apartment on 71st just off Broadway.) We dropped all our stuff off at the apartment and went to Central Park and just wandered around a bit. We came back to the apartment and ordered a "real New York pizza" for lunch. I'm not personally very impressed by them. We hung out around the apartment for a while until it was time to go set up camp in Times Square for the big event. We got settled in at Times Square around 6:00. After a little confusion of where to go when we first got there, it wasn't too chaotic for the rest of the evening. Every hour there is a countdown, which is like a short-term goal to look forward to while you're out there freezing in the middle of the street. The five of us eventually decided to make a theme for each hour, among which were "20 questions" and "the group hug"... meaning we played 20 questions for a straight hour, and then stood in a group hug to conserve body heat for a straight hour. Finally midnight rolled around. Music played, confetti flew, the ball dropped, and fireworks went off. It was terrific. We all tried to call the people we had promised to call, but cell phone service was apparently overloaded because most of our calls wouldn't go through. So for those of you who didn't get a call, or got one an hour later, that's why, and we apologize. After it was over, we headed back to the apartment for the night.
Thursday, January 1: We took the opportunity to sleep in a little late. Jackie (who is incredibly awesome) cooked breakfast for us. We left and went down 5th Avenue to see a few shop windows. We made a quick stop in Sacks, only to be completely astonished by the price tags, and continued on to Rockefeller Center where we saw the famous Christmas tree and the ice skating rink. From there we went to the Empire State Building. From start to finish, that alone was a four hour ordeal. Needless to say, we were hungry by the time we exited the building. We subwayed back to the end of Jackie's street and called to find out the location of a nearby Chinese place she had suggested. She told us it was called Ollie's and we headed in its direction. The food was terrific. After dinner, we were completely beat, so we just went back to the apartment and watched a movie and a few tv shows and went to bed.
Friday, January 2: We woke up early (reasonably) and got ready. Jessica and her family live in Orange County, New York, and they came into the City and met up with us. We loaded our stuff into their cars that morning to get out of Jackie's way, and spent the rest of the day doing stuff around the City. We went to Ground Zero, the Statue of Liberty, The Pier mall (near the fish market), and made another stop in Times Square. Erica had to leave half-way through the day to go back home for a retreat. At the end of the evening the rest of us drove back to Jessica's house, which is about an hour and a half away. They live in a really cool log cabin style house. We watched a movie and then spent a little time in the hot tub. When we finally came back inside, we put in another movie, but three of the five of us were out in seconds, so we decided not to finish it. Christina and I woke up the other three and we all headed down to the basement room where we were staying for the night. We all got to sleep in beds! That was nice!
Saturday, January 3: We bummed out around Jessica's house for a while, and then caught the 3:30 train back to the City. This is where the story really begins. We arrived into Penn station and we had to find a place to keep our luggage because we had reservations at a comedy club that night. We weren't staying in the City that night, so we couldn't just leave our luggage where we would be staying. We needed somewhere to keep it until after the show when we would be catching the bus back to Atlantic City. None of the bus or train stations in NYC have lockers anymore since 9-11, so we left Penn station and went up to the Penn Hotel which is on the street above it. We asked one of the bell hop guys if we could store luggage at the front desk and he told us that it cost $4 a bag, but that we could. So we got in line and waited for like 15 or 20 minutes. When we got to the desk, they informed us that we could not keep our luggage there since we were not hotel guests. We were really ticked at the bell hop guy. Andrew and I sat with the luggage on a bench over to the side while Krissy and Christina ran around trying to find somewhere for us to keep our stuff. Finally they found out that we could check it at Penn station, so we took it back down there. We checked a map to figure out where we were going for the show. It looked really close, so we decided not to take the subway but to walk instead. We had about 30 minutes till we were supposed to be there at this point. We started walking, and within a short time we realized it was a lot further than we thought but it was too late to turn back and take the subway, so we continued on a frantic power-walk through the heart of New York City. We finally got to Caroline's (the comedy club) and all was well. The comedian was great, and the food and drinks were good, too. Afterward, we walked back to Penn station (which is not nearly as far when you're not in a hurry and sorta know where you're going!). We got our luggage and took the subway to the bus station. We got on the 11:30 bus to Atlantic City. You would think the story ends there, but alas, it has only just begun. We were on the highway and passed two other Greyhounds on the side of the road. Our driver pulled over and informed us that it is company policy that if she passes two other buses she has to pull over to make sure they're okay. (Not that there's anything she could have done for them, but it's their policy.) So she got back on the bus after checking on them, and within 5 minutes our bus died and we were the ones on the side of the road. What luck. The Jamacian woman in front of me saw the water in the grass on the side of the road and insisted that we were in the swamp and were going to be eaten by snakes. I thought to myself, "We're from Florida. That's no swamp. That's a puddle." The driver called the head office and they instructed her to pull off the highway, so she did. They told her a mechanic and another bus were coming. So we waited. The other passengers started getting really worked up. They were all tourists on their way to the casinos in Atlantic City, so they weren't happy about a broken bus taking up their gambling time. Among other things, one woman demanded that the driver call the police. What did she think the police would have done for us?! Another woman complained about how she was tired and hungry. The driver offered her ham sandwich to her, but the woman said she didn't eat ham. Several irate men from the back wanted phone numbers and addresses for the Greyhound offices, apparently so they could call and complain about the driver, as if it was her fault the bus broke down. Eventually a second bus came for us. It was 4:30am by the time we reached Atlantic City. Erica's mom graciously met us at the bus station and drove us back to her house. What a day.
Sunday, January 4: We slept. Obviously. Erica was back by the time we woke up, which was well after noon. We spent the remainder of the day watching movies and eating. Then we went back to bed!
Monday, January 5: Not much more exciting than Sunday. We got up, packed, stopped by the store for some snacks, and drove to Philly to catch the train. Luckily it was on time. 18 hours later, we were in Jacksonville.
Tuesday, January 6: Our train got into Jacksonville around 8:00am. Christina stayed on to go to Orlando. The remaining three of us got off. Krissy's dad dropped Andrew and I off at my house where we sat on the couch and watched tv and napped (well, I napped) for most of the day. Around 5:00 I drove him back to the train station yet again. Luckily, this time his train was on time. He got in line to board the train, and that concludes our events of the week. I went home, ate dinner, and crawled into bed by 7:00. A well-deserved full night's rest.
Random notes: When in NYC, be advised, Penn Station is much further from Times Square than it seems on the subway maps. Take the subway. Don't walk. If you plan on moving to the City, I hope you're rich. The apartment we stayed in had one bedroom, a combination living/dining room, a kitchen where you could touch all three walls at the same time, and a small bathroom, and it cost $2,000 a month. When on a trip, be sure to DOUBLE CHECK if you're leaving anything behind. Andrew successfully forgot something at every place we stayed. I also forgot my cell phone at Erica's and therefore didn't have it for most of the week. It's funny how dependent we are on those things! And a final note: if you're thinking about taking the train from Florida to New York, don't. Fly. It's worth the extra money. 18 hours is a long time.
Dec 28, 2003
I'M EXCITED!!!
Tomorrow's the big day!! Andrew's coming into Jax in the afternoon, and then we'll all meet up at the train station around midnight for our 1:00am train ride. Hopefully we'll all be able to sleep some on the train because that is going to be a LONG ride! Anyway, we'll get into Philly later in the day on Tuesday and Erica will meet us at the station. We'll head back to her house in Atlantic City for the night. Then Wednesday is the big day... NEW YEARS EVE!!!! We'll get up early in the morning and take the bus into New York City, drop our stuff at Erica's cousin's apartment, be tourists for a little bit, then park our butts out in Times Square for the looooooooong wait for the big event. WE'RE GOING TO FREEZE!!!! Toni was in New York last December and she said it's the coldest she's ever been in her life! Layers, layers, layers.... that's all I have to say. After we get out of Times Square, we'll spend the night at the apartment, and I guess the next day will be our official day of tourist stuff. After that, however, our plans are a little foggy. I'm not sure exactly where we're staying or what we're doing!!! But we'll figure it all out, and it'll be a blast no matter what, so I'm not concerned.
Can't wait till tomorrow!!!
Tomorrow's the big day!! Andrew's coming into Jax in the afternoon, and then we'll all meet up at the train station around midnight for our 1:00am train ride. Hopefully we'll all be able to sleep some on the train because that is going to be a LONG ride! Anyway, we'll get into Philly later in the day on Tuesday and Erica will meet us at the station. We'll head back to her house in Atlantic City for the night. Then Wednesday is the big day... NEW YEARS EVE!!!! We'll get up early in the morning and take the bus into New York City, drop our stuff at Erica's cousin's apartment, be tourists for a little bit, then park our butts out in Times Square for the looooooooong wait for the big event. WE'RE GOING TO FREEZE!!!! Toni was in New York last December and she said it's the coldest she's ever been in her life! Layers, layers, layers.... that's all I have to say. After we get out of Times Square, we'll spend the night at the apartment, and I guess the next day will be our official day of tourist stuff. After that, however, our plans are a little foggy. I'm not sure exactly where we're staying or what we're doing!!! But we'll figure it all out, and it'll be a blast no matter what, so I'm not concerned.
Can't wait till tomorrow!!!
