Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
What Is This World Coming Too?
After church yesterday, a bunch of us went downtown to grab something to eat, and, of course, we stopped off at Starbucks. I started to read a section of the paper sitting on the table....it was announcements for weddings and engagements. I started to read this one about a presbyterian minister and HER wife. They had just gotten married. It is disturbing to see what kind of religious doctrination and leadership is occuring in our world. The Bible has never changed and it never will (read 1 Corinthians 6:9-10). Occurences like these only prove that the return of our Saviour is quickly approaching. We must be ready.
Arrgghhhh!!!!!!
I am so tired of the rain! I moved from BC to get away from it.....but it came with me!!!! God please.....I can't take much more of it!
But this couldn't be a more fitting song.....
But this couldn't be a more fitting song.....
Let it Rain
Let it Rain
Open the Floodgates
of Heaven
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Yes, welll......
Scientists tell us that we only use 5% of our brains . But if they only used 5% of their brains to reach that conclusion, then why should we believe them?
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
The Wonder of a King
Come along, I'll walk you through the world
And we will sing a different song
All along you have unfurled
But I will hold you from now on
I saw the day when you had lost your way
I saw the sun sinking low
I saw the night, remember how you cried
But don't you know you're not alone
No, you're not alone
I am in the sun, I am in the shade
I am in the light that love has made
I am in the cold, I am in the warm
I am in the center of your storm
I am in the fire, I am in the flood
I am in the marrow and the blood
When you cannot stand...I am
Come with me, I'll take you to the sea
And it will be all beautiful
And all the water that covers everything
Cannot compare to my love
For you my love
I am in the sun, I am in the shade
I am in the light that love has made
I am in the cold, I am in the warm
I am in the center of your storm
I am in the fire, I am in the flood
I am in the marrow and the blood
When you cannot stand...I am
When the light won't come
When your breath is gone
WHhn your hope is done
Just look at me, look at me
I am
Friday, June 8, 2007
MOE
Mother O'beck.......To all of you who know what I'm talking about, you are all awarded two gold stars.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Random Thoughts
K, this is going to be the best month ever~there are special services with Bro Platania, Bro. Merrit will be here for Harvest Weekend, my girls are grading, and two of my very best friends will be here at the end of the month!
On the way home from work today, I had my windows rolled down, music blaring, and singing at the top of my lungs. I probably looked like the biggest geek in the world (I know that cause that's what I think of people when I see them doing the same thing! HAHA!). I personally don't care, I was having a blast! I had the Frontline music cd in having total flashbacks and realized that YC is in like a month~ummm, actually less! I am totally psyched!
To me one of my favorite things in the world is to drive in my car with friends, have music blaring, and us singing at the top of our lungs. Why? you might say? Well, here's the deal. Somewhere else in the world crazy, Christian girls like us are probably doing the same thing at that very same time having just as much fun. To me it is one of the greatest feeling knowing that there are people out there just like us!!!! Livin' for Jesus rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On the way home from work today, I had my windows rolled down, music blaring, and singing at the top of my lungs. I probably looked like the biggest geek in the world (I know that cause that's what I think of people when I see them doing the same thing! HAHA!). I personally don't care, I was having a blast! I had the Frontline music cd in having total flashbacks and realized that YC is in like a month~ummm, actually less! I am totally psyched!
To me one of my favorite things in the world is to drive in my car with friends, have music blaring, and us singing at the top of our lungs. Why? you might say? Well, here's the deal. Somewhere else in the world crazy, Christian girls like us are probably doing the same thing at that very same time having just as much fun. To me it is one of the greatest feeling knowing that there are people out there just like us!!!! Livin' for Jesus rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Bad Pick-up Lines...Who Thinks Of These Anyway?
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
Are you from Tennessee?Because you are the only ten I see.
Girl, you must be tired 'cause you've been running through my mind all day!
Did it hurt? (What?) When you fell from heaven ... Did it hurt?
If I could rewrite the alphabet, I would put U and I together.
Do you have a map? I just keep on getting lost in your eyes.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Family
To me, family is the most important thing (Next to God of course!). I honestly don't know were I would be today without them. My dad showed me what it is to be a great man of God, a hard worker, faithful in everything, strong, kind. My mom showed me what it is to be a prayer warrior, faithful, kind, generous, compassionate. This is just a small list of so many things that they have done fore me.
I remember many times falling asleep listening to the sound of my mother praying for her family. I remember the way that my dad would worship in church like no one was watching, like he was the only one in the church. Their faithfulness to the church over the years has been astounding. I love them both so much.
Now, when most people are enjoying having their kids out of the house, they have brought three small children into their home. They've adopted all three. I am so proud of them! It takes special kinds of people to do work like this. I don't know how they do it. They aren't so young any more, you know.
Anyways, I guess this is my little tribute to them. I love you both so much. You Rock!
Love you Mom and Dad!
I remember many times falling asleep listening to the sound of my mother praying for her family. I remember the way that my dad would worship in church like no one was watching, like he was the only one in the church. Their faithfulness to the church over the years has been astounding. I love them both so much.
Now, when most people are enjoying having their kids out of the house, they have brought three small children into their home. They've adopted all three. I am so proud of them! It takes special kinds of people to do work like this. I don't know how they do it. They aren't so young any more, you know.
Anyways, I guess this is my little tribute to them. I love you both so much. You Rock!
Love you Mom and Dad!
Addicted!!!
K, so for the longest time I refused to start a blog. Now I can't get enough! It's driving me crazy! I check it like every "3 seconds." Just kidding, but pretty close though. I love checking to see what people have to say. So, please leave me a comment otherwise I may start mentally shutting down, have a hernia, and ulser, AHHHHH. Seriously though, I'm not insane......just pretty close to it! Love you all! Your the best.
Monday, June 4, 2007
This is for you CoCo
- Coca-Cola was originally green.
- It contains ethylene glycol which is commonly known as anti-freeze.
- It has the acidity of pH. 3.4 which is strong enough to dissolve teeth and bones. A study was once done were they put a tooth in a glass of coke and it dissolved in 10 days! Teeth and bones are the only human parts that stay intact years after death. Imagine what it is doing to the rest of your body.
- If you drink it after you eat, it will stop your body from digesting food. Not only that, but it will ferment it!
- Actually, all except the first are urban legends/myths. HaHa!
Me (I know it's really long, but I hope it catches your attention)
So you've grown up in the church. You've been here all your life. Flying free. No worries. No concerns. You've got it made. Orrrrr.........so you think. See, I've also grown up in the church. For the longest time I just casually sat by, got an awesome touch from God every once and while, but other than that....I really didn't give a rip. K, I know that sounds harsh, but you need to hear me out. Here is my story.
My grandma (Dorothy Smith - most of you know her) came into the church even before I was a gleam in my daddy's eye. In fact, Pastor King gave her his first bible study when he came to Calgary. Then my mom came in the church when she was 19 - which in itself is a totally cool story. Then my dad came to church when he was 25 (nearly 3 years after my mom). Yeah, he came 'cause he thought my mom was hot stuff, and they've been married and in the church ever since. We call the era that he came in the 7-11 revival - ask me about it sometime. I came along 1 year after my parents were married. I was the most beautiful baby (well, my mom thinks so anyway)! I had a brother come along when I was just about two. We had it made! Just the four of us!
When I was really young, like two and three I used to play church with my barbies and babies. And believe you me, they got the Holy Ghost! They used to speak in tounges and get glory spells like crazy. My mom actually used to half to calm me down cause I was getting so riled up and waking my brother from his naps. (Ha ha, go figure, I've been loud prayer since I was a little girl). My mom thinks I was actually this young when I first got the Holy Ghost. Offically, my day came when I was four years old. At that time, we had church in a store front which is now a laundry mat. I was so bad in church that day. Which really was uncommon my mom said. (Personally, I don't believe her, I got so many spankings at church). Anyways, at the end of the service I went right up to the alter, raised my hands and got the Holy Ghost. I still remember peaking out of my eyes and seeing Sis. Bridges (my first pastor's wife) and another lady sitting there watching me with tears pouring down their face. To me it is the most memorable time of my life. The next memorable time was when I got the baptised - in a horse trough.
See, for me, it all came really early. I had a deep hunger for God at a really young age. Intercessory prayer was not uncommon for me. I remember when my "hero" backslid. I would wake up in the middle of the night and intercede for her. However, as I got older I started to want things of the world that looked so appealing. I started to lose touch with God. Like I said before I would get amazing touches from God, but pretty much the next day, I would forget about it.
When I was 18 or 19, I moved out of my parent house, and back in, and back out again. I lived with other people, but, eventually, I got my own place. Wow, I loved it so much! Having my own space, having my own freedom, I was living the good life. It got easier then. Not going to church. See, I didn't drive then and I "felt bad" getting rides to church, so I just stopped calling people.
And, so, stuff like this went on for a while. I'd go to church, pray thru, leave. Finally, I got so lonely. Cause here's the thing, when you don't go to church you no longer have the same kind of relationship with church people, but you also don't fit in the people from the world. You have nothing in common with either worlds. So yeah, I got really lonely, I went back to church. I was doing awesome! I though I had it for myself and everything. I moved in with a couple of girls from my church. We were having a blast! I started to really pray about what God wanted me to do with my life, and I felt Him calling me away from were I was. I was scared to death! I had not lived anywhere else but in Nanaimo.
My aunt and cousin had come to visit shortly after. They were moving to Calgary. I'd been before. Melissa, Leslie-Anne, and I had gone for the Stampede. I loved Calgary. Hmmm, well, at the time, maybe just the cowboys (just kidding). So, I talked to my parents and my pastor and the gave me the okay to move out here.
I love Calgary. Honestly I do. I love the people, I love my pastor, my youth pastor and youth group, my church. God has been so good to me. I've had my problems since I've moved here, a few regrets, but no regrets about moving here and developing the relationship that I have with God. It's taken me a while to get were I am today. I came back for Nanaimo's Avalanche (kind of like YC) a year an a half ago totally changed. Mind you, I've not been a perfect angel, but I'm working on it. I no longer want to look back. I am here to stay. I no longer sit on the pew and "let the rocks cry out for me." God has been too good to let Him go.
So if your a bench warmer, a coat tail rider, I strongly suggest that you get your own relationship with God. You need it. Personalize it. Living for God is fun. A Blast!
Think about it!
My grandma (Dorothy Smith - most of you know her) came into the church even before I was a gleam in my daddy's eye. In fact, Pastor King gave her his first bible study when he came to Calgary. Then my mom came in the church when she was 19 - which in itself is a totally cool story. Then my dad came to church when he was 25 (nearly 3 years after my mom). Yeah, he came 'cause he thought my mom was hot stuff, and they've been married and in the church ever since. We call the era that he came in the 7-11 revival - ask me about it sometime. I came along 1 year after my parents were married. I was the most beautiful baby (well, my mom thinks so anyway)! I had a brother come along when I was just about two. We had it made! Just the four of us!
When I was really young, like two and three I used to play church with my barbies and babies. And believe you me, they got the Holy Ghost! They used to speak in tounges and get glory spells like crazy. My mom actually used to half to calm me down cause I was getting so riled up and waking my brother from his naps. (Ha ha, go figure, I've been loud prayer since I was a little girl). My mom thinks I was actually this young when I first got the Holy Ghost. Offically, my day came when I was four years old. At that time, we had church in a store front which is now a laundry mat. I was so bad in church that day. Which really was uncommon my mom said. (Personally, I don't believe her, I got so many spankings at church). Anyways, at the end of the service I went right up to the alter, raised my hands and got the Holy Ghost. I still remember peaking out of my eyes and seeing Sis. Bridges (my first pastor's wife) and another lady sitting there watching me with tears pouring down their face. To me it is the most memorable time of my life. The next memorable time was when I got the baptised - in a horse trough.
See, for me, it all came really early. I had a deep hunger for God at a really young age. Intercessory prayer was not uncommon for me. I remember when my "hero" backslid. I would wake up in the middle of the night and intercede for her. However, as I got older I started to want things of the world that looked so appealing. I started to lose touch with God. Like I said before I would get amazing touches from God, but pretty much the next day, I would forget about it.
When I was 18 or 19, I moved out of my parent house, and back in, and back out again. I lived with other people, but, eventually, I got my own place. Wow, I loved it so much! Having my own space, having my own freedom, I was living the good life. It got easier then. Not going to church. See, I didn't drive then and I "felt bad" getting rides to church, so I just stopped calling people.
And, so, stuff like this went on for a while. I'd go to church, pray thru, leave. Finally, I got so lonely. Cause here's the thing, when you don't go to church you no longer have the same kind of relationship with church people, but you also don't fit in the people from the world. You have nothing in common with either worlds. So yeah, I got really lonely, I went back to church. I was doing awesome! I though I had it for myself and everything. I moved in with a couple of girls from my church. We were having a blast! I started to really pray about what God wanted me to do with my life, and I felt Him calling me away from were I was. I was scared to death! I had not lived anywhere else but in Nanaimo.
My aunt and cousin had come to visit shortly after. They were moving to Calgary. I'd been before. Melissa, Leslie-Anne, and I had gone for the Stampede. I loved Calgary. Hmmm, well, at the time, maybe just the cowboys (just kidding). So, I talked to my parents and my pastor and the gave me the okay to move out here.
I love Calgary. Honestly I do. I love the people, I love my pastor, my youth pastor and youth group, my church. God has been so good to me. I've had my problems since I've moved here, a few regrets, but no regrets about moving here and developing the relationship that I have with God. It's taken me a while to get were I am today. I came back for Nanaimo's Avalanche (kind of like YC) a year an a half ago totally changed. Mind you, I've not been a perfect angel, but I'm working on it. I no longer want to look back. I am here to stay. I no longer sit on the pew and "let the rocks cry out for me." God has been too good to let Him go.
So if your a bench warmer, a coat tail rider, I strongly suggest that you get your own relationship with God. You need it. Personalize it. Living for God is fun. A Blast!
Think about it!
Yuck, yuck, hahahaha, hardy har har
I love laughing. Never mind that I look like this horse on the left when I do and cackle like this old lady on the right. It has been decided that laughter is the way that I will meet my Maker. How? you might say. Well, let's see....I don't breath while I am laughing! For some reason I do not allow oxygen to get to my brain. Of course, when I do laugh, I find things way more funny than they actually are and laugh for like 3 hours afterwards. Anyways, I think that life is great and I will laugh 'till the day you find me grinning in my grave:)Turtle Breathing Techniques
So, yesterday a bunch of us went to Cactus Club (surprise, surprise). Well, actually a bunch of us is actually like 30 people, but really who's counting? We, at my table, had an absolute blast. Many interesting facts came about. The best one though is the fact that turtles can breath through their bums. I promise you this is the absolute truth. I googled it today because I seriously could not believe this. Vren, you were totally right. Here's a little blurb about that. Enjoy!
"Aquatic respiration. As far as is known, all chelids have cloacalbursae (Smith and James, 1958). These are two large diverticulaarising from the side of the cloaca. The cloacal bursae are almost certainly an organ of gas exchange in water. In other words, theturtles can respire through their bums. All chelids are probably able to meet at least some of their gas exchange requirements (oxygen in,carbon dioxide out) through cloacal respiration, but none can meet allof their requirements this way. In addition to cloacal repiration,chelids can also breath though their lungs and probably through theirskin. The morphology of the interior lining of the cloacal bursae isprobably a rough guide as to how much of their total repiration is carried out through the bursae. Some species have relatively smoothlinings whereas others have highly evaginated linings, the projectsproviding a very extensive surface area for gas exchange."
Which basically means that they breath and pass gas thru the same place! Hahaha! Wow, God has an imagination!
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