I was reminded the other day through the writing of a good friend of something very important - We can choose to live Christ's adventure every day - but we only have one life with which to do so.
I've been tossing ideas around in my mind and thoughts lately concerning school and the future - but after a short while, my brain grows tired of trying to think and reason and make sense of the uncertain, the unknown. There's a lot of outside pressure from people to 'know' what's next - to have a plan - a career path set up and established, but I don't want that. My heart longs for adventure.
Sure I understand the importance of finishing school and though sometimes I want nothing more than dropping everything and moving to an impoverished country to live amongst the lowly to love them like Jesus, I feel the weight of my responsiblity in finishing my education. However, some people are keen on going to school their entire lives and expectations have been placed on the table about Master's degrees and doctorates and PhDs.
What do titles matter? If God should call me to furthered education I want to be available to that and prepared to tackle the challenge, but even more so, if His plans say 'no' and lead me another way I want to be content in walking away from comfort and security. I want to be okay not knowing waht's next.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Celebrating: Joshua Michael Ramos
In the next few weeks our family will be celebrating some important milestone markers in the lives of those we love. The first being this weekend as Josh (my cousin) graduates from Fort Fairfield Highschool.
I am sure for many it seems like yesterday you were this big:
Then you grew a little:
And a bit more:
Josh I rejoice in your accomplishments and am very proud of you!
Continue seeking the Lord as you further your education & adventure in life.
Remember always Him who makes your path straight and walk faithfully in His ways - they are always and will always be higher than yours.
It has been a pleasure and joy to grow and laugh with you - I pray you journey well in the coming season. Love and blessings on your special day!
I am sure for many it seems like yesterday you were this big:
Then you grew a little:
And a bit more:
Josh I rejoice in your accomplishments and am very proud of you!
Continue seeking the Lord as you further your education & adventure in life.
Remember always Him who makes your path straight and walk faithfully in His ways - they are always and will always be higher than yours.
It has been a pleasure and joy to grow and laugh with you - I pray you journey well in the coming season. Love and blessings on your special day!
Monday, June 02, 2008
the countdown begins
So I hit the road in just over 2 weeks and lots of questions and thoughts rest upon my mind and heart.
What should I be expecting? How must I prepare? Why have I been chosen to go?
Lord be my vision and guide in the season of preparation for journeying.
What should I be expecting? How must I prepare? Why have I been chosen to go?
Lord be my vision and guide in the season of preparation for journeying.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
belief
It grieves my heart when the body of Christ hinders more than nourishes itself. Why do Christians and the church place themselves in situations where their actions become a striking example of the Baal prophets on Mount Carmel - slashing their arms and flailing about looking ridiculous seeking some empty, meaningless glory - why do we slash at parts of the body believing that somehow through the mutilation of the body (brothers and sisters), glory might be found?
Why aren't we believing?
Why aren't we praying more?
Why aren't we trusting? Risking? Stepping out?
Why are we playing it safe?
Why all the rules, regulations, etc?
What happened to breathing? Believing?
What happened to BOLD belief like Elijah on Mount Carmel - he believed God would send fire on the altar he had built- to send a fire that if lit by God would prove His power over Baal, the false god people prostitued themselves to - think about it - a request to send fire from the sky. Today that's quite a belief to have - but Elijah believed, and God came through - Elijah believed so much so that he had them pour water several times upon the altar. God came through to honor both the faith of His servant and to bring God's Name glory.
Why don't we believe for things with that ferver and trust God will come through?
Why aren't we believing?
Why aren't we praying more?
Why aren't we trusting? Risking? Stepping out?
Why are we playing it safe?
Why all the rules, regulations, etc?
What happened to breathing? Believing?
What happened to BOLD belief like Elijah on Mount Carmel - he believed God would send fire on the altar he had built- to send a fire that if lit by God would prove His power over Baal, the false god people prostitued themselves to - think about it - a request to send fire from the sky. Today that's quite a belief to have - but Elijah believed, and God came through - Elijah believed so much so that he had them pour water several times upon the altar. God came through to honor both the faith of His servant and to bring God's Name glory.
Why don't we believe for things with that ferver and trust God will come through?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
breathing
How blessed to sense and bare the sweetened breath which pierces my lungs - so gentle, so swift, so full and rich.
Today I sit, and lingering in my heart is a familiar bearing, a romance and delight which is nothing short of indescribable. Mine eyes hold back unexplainable tears of joy, thanks, overwhelming repentance - and the sweet voice of Yahweh calls me.
Closing my eyes I breathe - I can sense Him. My very being longs for His touch and He is near. Oh blessed season of suffering and dryness - of thirst and hunger - failure and trudging - He remains - sure I may not always have a strong sense of His nearness, but as my aunt once told me: "Sometimes when God appears to be silent and you feel as though He is not near, He is preparing you for something."
I know He never left me - He was always here, but oh today, the blessed overwhelming fragrance of Yahweh I have been longing for, floods my soul - it quenches my thirst and fills my cup overflowing. He is my Portion, my Strength, my Shield, Deliverer, my Shelter, Strong Tower and very present Help in time of need.
Breathe my friends - breathe deep - do you sense Him? He is near.
Today I sit, and lingering in my heart is a familiar bearing, a romance and delight which is nothing short of indescribable. Mine eyes hold back unexplainable tears of joy, thanks, overwhelming repentance - and the sweet voice of Yahweh calls me.
Closing my eyes I breathe - I can sense Him. My very being longs for His touch and He is near. Oh blessed season of suffering and dryness - of thirst and hunger - failure and trudging - He remains - sure I may not always have a strong sense of His nearness, but as my aunt once told me: "Sometimes when God appears to be silent and you feel as though He is not near, He is preparing you for something."
I know He never left me - He was always here, but oh today, the blessed overwhelming fragrance of Yahweh I have been longing for, floods my soul - it quenches my thirst and fills my cup overflowing. He is my Portion, my Strength, my Shield, Deliverer, my Shelter, Strong Tower and very present Help in time of need.
Breathe my friends - breathe deep - do you sense Him? He is near.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
life
Life is an interesting journey with twists, turns, and little stops along the way.
Preparation is essential and training a must - so here I find myself in a season of training learning much and exploring lots.
I am thankful for sunshine, road bumps, and opposition - for laughter, adventures, and the ability to breathe.
"The man who has God for his treasure has all things in One. Many ordinary treasures may be denied him, or if he is allowed to have them, the enjoyment of them will be so tempered that they will never be necessary to his happiness. Or if he must see them go, one after one, he will scarcely feel a sense of loss, for having the Source of all things he has in One all satisfaction, all pleasure, all delight. Whatever he may lose he has actually lost nothing, for he now has it all in One, and he has it purely, legitimately and forever."- The Pursuit of God (17)
Preparation is essential and training a must - so here I find myself in a season of training learning much and exploring lots.
I am thankful for sunshine, road bumps, and opposition - for laughter, adventures, and the ability to breathe.
"The man who has God for his treasure has all things in One. Many ordinary treasures may be denied him, or if he is allowed to have them, the enjoyment of them will be so tempered that they will never be necessary to his happiness. Or if he must see them go, one after one, he will scarcely feel a sense of loss, for having the Source of all things he has in One all satisfaction, all pleasure, all delight. Whatever he may lose he has actually lost nothing, for he now has it all in One, and he has it purely, legitimately and forever."- The Pursuit of God (17)
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
ode to my shinny-shin-shins
10 years ago I found a love that required work - hard work - much endurance, pain, perseverance, grace, strategy, thinking, and skill. Hitting the field in 4th grade after the school bell rang - clad in my pink shorts and Franklin shinpads, I was ready to go. Never did I expect this moment and season after countless season to follow that a love for the sport and game of "football" or soccer would be birthed.
In my career I've managed to outgrow 2 pairs of shinguards - and to destroy one. A few weeks ago I found myself injured after repeated trauma to the same area of my shin (basically I was kicked 6-8 times unintentionally by different boys over the span of 2 weeks and about 6 soccer games). The results: 1)a broken/cracked shinguard 2)nearly a broken/cracked leg and 3) an adventurous, disappointing trip to 2 ERs in Canadia only to receive no luck in getting an x-ray.(I suppose that's what you get when you play with boys who know you're tough - there's not a whole lot of mercy given out, even in Bible college - the biggest downfall to this poor philosophy of theirs is sometimes the lack of technical training and skills of the players - lots of our guys play soccer for the first time at BBC - interesting.)
Regardless, I was quite disappointed and pained when I found out my shinguards that lasted me 4 years of highschool soccer and almost 2 years of university were broken. (Trust me, I was kicked pretty hard - surprisingly the first 3 times I didn't even have my shinny-shin-shins on. Whoops!) Clearly this was a sign that I needed to discard them:
One thing is for sure - these shinguards certainly bore a stench of 6 years of play and stains of hard work, not even the finest bleach products or febreeze could remove. Our equipment may fail us, but the game presses on. I guess it's time for some new shinguards.
In my career I've managed to outgrow 2 pairs of shinguards - and to destroy one. A few weeks ago I found myself injured after repeated trauma to the same area of my shin (basically I was kicked 6-8 times unintentionally by different boys over the span of 2 weeks and about 6 soccer games). The results: 1)a broken/cracked shinguard 2)nearly a broken/cracked leg and 3) an adventurous, disappointing trip to 2 ERs in Canadia only to receive no luck in getting an x-ray.(I suppose that's what you get when you play with boys who know you're tough - there's not a whole lot of mercy given out, even in Bible college - the biggest downfall to this poor philosophy of theirs is sometimes the lack of technical training and skills of the players - lots of our guys play soccer for the first time at BBC - interesting.)
Regardless, I was quite disappointed and pained when I found out my shinguards that lasted me 4 years of highschool soccer and almost 2 years of university were broken. (Trust me, I was kicked pretty hard - surprisingly the first 3 times I didn't even have my shinny-shin-shins on. Whoops!) Clearly this was a sign that I needed to discard them:
One thing is for sure - these shinguards certainly bore a stench of 6 years of play and stains of hard work, not even the finest bleach products or febreeze could remove. Our equipment may fail us, but the game presses on. I guess it's time for some new shinguards.
desperate snow removal
Most traces of the long, harsh northern maine winter the county endured over the past few months have vanished - the occasional white flek will catch the corner of my eye and I find myself cringing saying "Ah, why!?" and counting my blessings of living in Sussex most of the year and having spring start in the end of March instead of the middle of May. However, like all circumstances there are a few exceptions, one of which is our neighbor's yard. The other day, upon returning from the highschool to pick up my youngest sister, I caught sight of my mother doing this:
Jessica's mouth dropped opened as we both errupted into laughter at the sight of our mother in shorts, with an ax and bright orange snow shovel demolishing the bank by Mr. Phil's house. I suppose she wants no reminders of the 7-8 months of winter they had - then again, who could blame her?
Jessica's mouth dropped opened as we both errupted into laughter at the sight of our mother in shorts, with an ax and bright orange snow shovel demolishing the bank by Mr. Phil's house. I suppose she wants no reminders of the 7-8 months of winter they had - then again, who could blame her?
Friday, May 02, 2008
What's in a puddle of ice?
Lots.
Yesterday afternoon I went downstate with my Mom to spend some quality time and to do a little shopping. When we were out for 'lupper' we were at the Olive Garden and little did I know what would unfold before my eyes. A cook set up his little stand beside our table to deliver the pasta Mom and I were sharing. There I sat, eating my yummy breadstick as our nice waitress walked into the room to give another table their drinks. Fleeing the room, the cook rammed into our waitress causing her to spill to giant cups of soda on the ground. Ice cubes splattered over the floor and what's even more interesting - he didn't apologize. He had nearly swept her feet from under her, and after a polite asking from the waitress the hurried cook grabbed the glasses and left the room. Embarrassment hung on this young lady's face. We asked if she was alright and somewhat shaken she said she was. After she'd left the room, my eyes zoomed in on the icecubes. A tugging in my heart told me I should probably help pick them up. However, I became too caught up in evaluating how I would go about picking them up and where I would put them when I was finished...so I sat, hesitating and then in a few minutes my opportunity had vanished just as quickly as it came. I know, I know, it's just a bunch of silly icecubes, but I asked the Lord for opportunities to be Christ before leaving for our little trip and yet I didn't acknowledge what my eyes had seen as a clear opportunity.
Pondering the situation on the drive home, I concluded that rather than hesitating and planning, when I am prodded, I must simply DO. I don't have to travel 6000 miles to be Christ's hand extended, it can be in a restaurant helping a startled waitress pick icecubes out of the rug. God doesn't ask for our ability or inability, he asks for our availability - I wasn't successful in this opportunity because I made myself unavailable when I decided to analyze rather than to trust Him and to act. I think as Christians, we do this a lot...I pray the Lord will bring more opportunities as I continue to work on this area of my life...let's keep our eyes open friends for moments to be Christ to those around us.
Yesterday afternoon I went downstate with my Mom to spend some quality time and to do a little shopping. When we were out for 'lupper' we were at the Olive Garden and little did I know what would unfold before my eyes. A cook set up his little stand beside our table to deliver the pasta Mom and I were sharing. There I sat, eating my yummy breadstick as our nice waitress walked into the room to give another table their drinks. Fleeing the room, the cook rammed into our waitress causing her to spill to giant cups of soda on the ground. Ice cubes splattered over the floor and what's even more interesting - he didn't apologize. He had nearly swept her feet from under her, and after a polite asking from the waitress the hurried cook grabbed the glasses and left the room. Embarrassment hung on this young lady's face. We asked if she was alright and somewhat shaken she said she was. After she'd left the room, my eyes zoomed in on the icecubes. A tugging in my heart told me I should probably help pick them up. However, I became too caught up in evaluating how I would go about picking them up and where I would put them when I was finished...so I sat, hesitating and then in a few minutes my opportunity had vanished just as quickly as it came. I know, I know, it's just a bunch of silly icecubes, but I asked the Lord for opportunities to be Christ before leaving for our little trip and yet I didn't acknowledge what my eyes had seen as a clear opportunity.
Pondering the situation on the drive home, I concluded that rather than hesitating and planning, when I am prodded, I must simply DO. I don't have to travel 6000 miles to be Christ's hand extended, it can be in a restaurant helping a startled waitress pick icecubes out of the rug. God doesn't ask for our ability or inability, he asks for our availability - I wasn't successful in this opportunity because I made myself unavailable when I decided to analyze rather than to trust Him and to act. I think as Christians, we do this a lot...I pray the Lord will bring more opportunities as I continue to work on this area of my life...let's keep our eyes open friends for moments to be Christ to those around us.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
a fresh look
With every season comes change and in addition to the many changes I am experiencing in my life at the moment, I decided to try a little something new. In the period of 30 or so minute I went from looking like the first picture to the second...(I know it's not the best picture in the world, but I am enjoying the opportunity to sport a new style. :) Even more interesting, the lady who cut my hair convinced me to have bangs. I suppose there is some sort of merit to trying new things. Go big or go home?? Isn't that how the saying goes?
Friday, April 11, 2008
awakened
This morning I crawled into bed in the hours to catch a cat nap before class. Filing away my creative supplies, I turned out the lights to my imagination and rested my eyes. My heart began to pray for strength and for rest.
Two hours later I awoke sitting up looking out my window. Clutching my alarm in my hands, a smile lit up my face and I glanced at the time. 6:50...6:50...what am I? Why didn't this go off? The Lord had awakened me at just the right time, though neither of the two alarms I had set two hours before decided to assist in the process of morning readiness. The birds were chirping and my heart began to sing. I jumped out of bed and skipped to the shower. What a delightful day it is to be awakened by Him...to be greeted by Yahweh and reminders of his splendor.
Two hours later I awoke sitting up looking out my window. Clutching my alarm in my hands, a smile lit up my face and I glanced at the time. 6:50...6:50...what am I? Why didn't this go off? The Lord had awakened me at just the right time, though neither of the two alarms I had set two hours before decided to assist in the process of morning readiness. The birds were chirping and my heart began to sing. I jumped out of bed and skipped to the shower. What a delightful day it is to be awakened by Him...to be greeted by Yahweh and reminders of his splendor.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
the hustle and bustle of spring
Do you ever feel like sitting still - not moving a muscle and hoping somehow enough time will pass that the sun will shine bright and warm - the cold and snow will vanish - and all your papers will mysteriously write themselves??
So are my thoughts this day..although a significant contributor to my desire not to move is my lovely sickness...which in the grand scheme of things is inching its way closer to healthiness on the progress scale. However, today IS day#5 without a voice. Sweet...
So are my thoughts this day..although a significant contributor to my desire not to move is my lovely sickness...which in the grand scheme of things is inching its way closer to healthiness on the progress scale. However, today IS day#5 without a voice. Sweet...
reflections on Jamaica
(Here are a few thoughts from my journals about Jamaica...)
“We visited a Rehabilitation center today that housed many people that could not do the one thing we take for granted everyday- walk. I was able to believe the Lord for healing in their lives. One woman I prayed with was stricken with a giant tumor that tripled the size of her neck. Her husband sat faithfully by her side- their love for one another was evident. Despite the frailness of her tiny body, he had eyes for her alone. Placing my hand on her tumor and my other around her tiny hand, I wept before the Lord. I have never seen a tumor before…”
“We also visited the National Children’s Home where we sang and danced with the kids. I saw a mentally handicapped Jamaican girl, who looked very much like any other mentally handicapped person I have met. The sweet, childlike spirit of these people holds a special place in my heart. The kids were wonderful and enjoyed company. We made several videos of them dancing and singing. They seem to enjoy entertaining.
Something that especially touched my heart was when a little girl tugged on my elbow and said, “Miss, sing please! In my ear Miss, sing!” I sang a lullaby to her and seeming pleased she smiled and thanked me. I wish these kids had people to sing them lullabies every night. We are so blessed.”
“We went to Blossom’s Children’s Home and got to hang out with orphans. We sang worship songs to the “school agers”. They were precious. I held a little boy named Daniel and a little girl, whose name I know not. She seemed to enjoy being held. I pray these kids will be given parents to set an example of God lavishing His love on them. Several of the small children accepted Christ into their hearts and I pray they continue to serve the Lord as they grow.
Next I got to spend time with the babies. I decided to pick up a little girl and then took her to eat her lunch. She was precious and very calm being held. She just wrapped her arms around my body and laid against my chest – her head nestled closely to mine. My heart was warmed as I realized how much I long to care for and have babies. Feeding her was a sweet experience. She was quite unemotional at first, just eating and resting her tiny hands on my legs. I decided to play airplane and “Vroom, Vroomed” the food in her mouth. This made her smile.
Leaving her to cry in her crib because we had to go and I was no longer holding her, was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I laid her in her crib and she cried, but as long as I stroked her tummy or arms, she was okay. When I pulled my hand away she wept. She just wanted someone to hold her, to cradle her, to make her warm – to show her love, and I had to leave! This broke my heart- I have never met nor held an orphan before.
After leaving my little one, we went to the AIDS Hospice. Here I met Chalds James. I have never met anyone with AIDS before and he sang me several hymns of praise. This caused me to weep as well. He shared with me his hunger for the Word of God and his inability to read it. Choking on my tears I asked if I might read him something from the Bible. He agreed and we read 1 Corinthians 13 – the chapter of love. Today God’s love permeated my heart. I was reminded that we MUST bless the Lord at ALL TIMES! For crying out loud, if people with AIDS can bless His name, who am I? Who do I think I am that I can go about my day complaining and only blessing His name when I feel like it? No! All times…God is worthy of such praise and much more! This experience has impacted my heart significantly and I know I will never be the same.”
“I was blessed tonight by God’s goodness. I was asked to share my testimony and the significance finally sunk in. I never imagined God would afford me the opportunity to share my testimony of God’s restoring work in my life in Jamaica, Florida, the Carolinas, all along the East coast of the USA and Canada. God is so faithful! What the enemy sought to kill and destroy, God has restored, claimed, and used for His glory. I am amazed by the goodness of my Lord!”
As you can gather, this was a deeply moving and stretching time for me. I am still processing and learning about myself and the Lord as I replay the trip in my mind. I was blessed to have this opportunity. :)
“We visited a Rehabilitation center today that housed many people that could not do the one thing we take for granted everyday- walk. I was able to believe the Lord for healing in their lives. One woman I prayed with was stricken with a giant tumor that tripled the size of her neck. Her husband sat faithfully by her side- their love for one another was evident. Despite the frailness of her tiny body, he had eyes for her alone. Placing my hand on her tumor and my other around her tiny hand, I wept before the Lord. I have never seen a tumor before…”
“We also visited the National Children’s Home where we sang and danced with the kids. I saw a mentally handicapped Jamaican girl, who looked very much like any other mentally handicapped person I have met. The sweet, childlike spirit of these people holds a special place in my heart. The kids were wonderful and enjoyed company. We made several videos of them dancing and singing. They seem to enjoy entertaining.
Something that especially touched my heart was when a little girl tugged on my elbow and said, “Miss, sing please! In my ear Miss, sing!” I sang a lullaby to her and seeming pleased she smiled and thanked me. I wish these kids had people to sing them lullabies every night. We are so blessed.”
“We went to Blossom’s Children’s Home and got to hang out with orphans. We sang worship songs to the “school agers”. They were precious. I held a little boy named Daniel and a little girl, whose name I know not. She seemed to enjoy being held. I pray these kids will be given parents to set an example of God lavishing His love on them. Several of the small children accepted Christ into their hearts and I pray they continue to serve the Lord as they grow.
Next I got to spend time with the babies. I decided to pick up a little girl and then took her to eat her lunch. She was precious and very calm being held. She just wrapped her arms around my body and laid against my chest – her head nestled closely to mine. My heart was warmed as I realized how much I long to care for and have babies. Feeding her was a sweet experience. She was quite unemotional at first, just eating and resting her tiny hands on my legs. I decided to play airplane and “Vroom, Vroomed” the food in her mouth. This made her smile.
Leaving her to cry in her crib because we had to go and I was no longer holding her, was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I laid her in her crib and she cried, but as long as I stroked her tummy or arms, she was okay. When I pulled my hand away she wept. She just wanted someone to hold her, to cradle her, to make her warm – to show her love, and I had to leave! This broke my heart- I have never met nor held an orphan before.
After leaving my little one, we went to the AIDS Hospice. Here I met Chalds James. I have never met anyone with AIDS before and he sang me several hymns of praise. This caused me to weep as well. He shared with me his hunger for the Word of God and his inability to read it. Choking on my tears I asked if I might read him something from the Bible. He agreed and we read 1 Corinthians 13 – the chapter of love. Today God’s love permeated my heart. I was reminded that we MUST bless the Lord at ALL TIMES! For crying out loud, if people with AIDS can bless His name, who am I? Who do I think I am that I can go about my day complaining and only blessing His name when I feel like it? No! All times…God is worthy of such praise and much more! This experience has impacted my heart significantly and I know I will never be the same.”
“I was blessed tonight by God’s goodness. I was asked to share my testimony and the significance finally sunk in. I never imagined God would afford me the opportunity to share my testimony of God’s restoring work in my life in Jamaica, Florida, the Carolinas, all along the East coast of the USA and Canada. God is so faithful! What the enemy sought to kill and destroy, God has restored, claimed, and used for His glory. I am amazed by the goodness of my Lord!”
As you can gather, this was a deeply moving and stretching time for me. I am still processing and learning about myself and the Lord as I replay the trip in my mind. I was blessed to have this opportunity. :)
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Happy Birthday little sister!
Eighteen years ago I was a bouncy 2 1/2 year old excitedly peering over the top of a cart on which the nurses in Germany pushed my new baby sister. She was all mine and boy was I excited!! Over the years we've had many adventures and today marks 18 whole years of Sherri adventures.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY little sister though you're not so little anymore...you still remain a special part of my heart and I joy in our friendship as it grows and changes. I love you! May the Lord love on you this day as you celebrate the One who created you and knit you together, BEAUTIFUL in His image.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY little sister though you're not so little anymore...you still remain a special part of my heart and I joy in our friendship as it grows and changes. I love you! May the Lord love on you this day as you celebrate the One who created you and knit you together, BEAUTIFUL in His image.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
a new worship
Since I have recently caught an unhealthy dose of the bethany plague, I lost my voice this weekend. However, I was grateful for the experience to worship with the body of Christ without my voice. Tonight, I realized that all things considered, I was worshipping Christ as a dumb person. When people could not walk, they are considered lame. Likewise when one cannot see, they are blind. When one cannot speak, they are dumb. My heart was overwhelmed with the goodness of Christ tonight and worship became so much more than singing the right words, or mouthing familiar phrases. It was a blessed opportunity to worship the Lord through clapping, smiling, swaying, and dancing. Without my voice, there was no distraction - no searching for harmonies or the right notes. I was simply myself, Christy, weak and dumb, before my Lord. I am unworthy of the love God lavishes on me. Tonight, though I could not speak with grace and good voice, my soul was refreshed.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
In Jamaica...
I am currently in Jamaica and the sunshine is calling my name:
For thoughts on our journey please see the link to the left of my page...
TESTIFY - Jamaica Tour or copy and paste this link: http://www.bbctestify.blogspot.com
Blessings!
God is good!
For thoughts on our journey please see the link to the left of my page...
TESTIFY - Jamaica Tour or copy and paste this link: http://www.bbctestify.blogspot.com
Blessings!
God is good!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
travels take #1
Off to florida I go in the morning...
I have the privilege of representing the college at the ABHE convention in Florida along with 3 other students from Bethany. We will be spending time in Brooksville with about 90 or so retired ministers of the Wesleyan church for the next few days and will get to spend time talking with and praying with them.
The added and obvious bonus to this:
1) Heart talks with wise older Christians
2) Florida sunshine
3) After florida I am on campus for 3 days and leave for Jamaica...who knew?
I have the privilege of representing the college at the ABHE convention in Florida along with 3 other students from Bethany. We will be spending time in Brooksville with about 90 or so retired ministers of the Wesleyan church for the next few days and will get to spend time talking with and praying with them.
The added and obvious bonus to this:
1) Heart talks with wise older Christians
2) Florida sunshine
3) After florida I am on campus for 3 days and leave for Jamaica...who knew?
Sunday, February 17, 2008
some interesting looks lately...
Here is a picture of me modeling veils at a local bridal shop - 5 of us from the apartment went wedding dress shopping for 2 of the ladies because they are planning on getting married in the not so distant future. No, I was not daring or desiring enough to try on any dresses, I have no reason to and did not desire to spoil the fun I'll have one day...so I modeled veils with 3 of my roomates. We enjoyed ourselves as you can see.
Below are a few pictures of me during spirit week, the one day I remembered take a picture of my participation. This is from extreme weather day- I decided to represent that time between fall/winter when it is always raining and leaves that have fallen blow everywhere. Though not seen in the photos, I was clad in my yellow rubber boots all day as well - and to make things better we had roughly 30 campus visitors and I went to chapel looking like this. Nice, eh?
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Mama will be proud...
Every once in awhile it is nice to rest and relax from studies and oftentimes for me, this means cooking an edible meal that does not look like it came from the cafeteria. Also, I have been experimenting with recipes and learning some of Mom's favorite recipes. A few weeks ago I decided to get creative. For anyone that's ever had Mom's apple pie...it's probably the best. I am not a giant fan of apple pie, however, this is a picture of the 1st apple pie I have ever made on my own - in Canada - at college.
Everyone I shared it with, had an enjoyable time eating. I think I appreciate baking pies...more than eating them. (Yes, it is homemade crust!)
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