Friday, October 16, 2009
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Saturday, April 28, 2007
When I am faithless, He remains faithful.
He who began a good work in you...
He who began a good work in you...
Will be faithful to complete it...
Will be faithful to complete it...
He who started a work will be faithful to complete it in you!
He who began a good work in you...
Will be faithful to complete it...
Will be faithful to complete it...
He who started a work will be faithful to complete it in you!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
my friend
one of my friends who loves Jesus an awful lot is almost never seen not smiling this huge, brilliant smile. so i asked him today if he ever got mad. in all seriousness, with sad puppy-dog eyes, he said, "yeah, sometimes for a couple seconds."
Thursday, March 15, 2007
June 9th, Streams in the Desert
If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that
believeth. (Mark 9:23)
What should be the attitude of a Christian when placed in a difficult and trying situation - a place of severe testing? There can be but one attitude! A simple and unwavering trust in God! A refusal to look at the difficult circumstance, but above it. The only sure way to do this is to live very close to God. As the turbo-supercharger enables an airplane to maintain full power at an altitude of thirty thousand feet, where an ordinary plane has lost four-fifths of its power, so the Christian who walks with his God, listening and obeying, keeps strong at the toughest heights of life. The fact is that God is stronger than any temptation and danger; and the person who has God in his heart is unconquerable.
"It is true that God often seems to place His children in positions of profound difficulty, leading them into a tight corner - from which there is no way of escape - contriving a situation which no human judgment would have permitted.
During such periods, the words of Jesus quoted above take on added significance. It should be clearly understood that this kind of faith in God is the most practical approach to the problems and testings of life - it is not sense, or sight, or reason, but taking God at His word. Experience reveals that such a faith will not make the sun rise sooner, but it will make the night seem shorter.
A story is told by Francis Browne of a little pilgrim band sitting by the seashore recounting their losses, while one tells of a ship that went down with all his household, and another, the sweet memories of a lost youth, and others of vanished gold, of proud honors gone, and of faithless friends: 'a stranger seeming from all sorrow free,' said:
Sad losses have yet me,
But mine is heavier yet:
For a believing heart hath gone from me.
"'Alas!' said the pilgrims: 'Thine, stranger, is life's last and heaviest loss.'
"Life's greatest loss is the loss of faith. 'Christ's anxiety to retain Peter's faith,' says one writer, 'can only be explained one way. He did not interfere between him and failure, but He did interfere between him and the loss of faith. A man is lost when honor, truth, and character are gone; but when faith has gone, he has suffered the greatest loss.'"
--Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
Friday, March 09, 2007
GOD
My circumstances, decisions, feelings, obedience or disobedience, trust or distrust does not determine God’s character. He is perfect justice and perfect love. He is perfect Father and perfect King. My ways and my thoughts do not change Him.
I DO NOT DICTATE GOD!
This is not to say that He does not grieve when I sin or smile when I please Him. This is not to say that prayer does not have its effects.
This is to say that I am but man. I am nothing more.
This is to say that He is God. He is the great I AM.
Forever He will be praised! HE WILL BE PRAISED!
I DO NOT DICTATE GOD!
This is not to say that He does not grieve when I sin or smile when I please Him. This is not to say that prayer does not have its effects.
This is to say that I am but man. I am nothing more.
This is to say that He is God. He is the great I AM.
Forever He will be praised! HE WILL BE PRAISED!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Crazy Times
Artist: Jars Of Clay
Album: Much Afraid
Track: Crazy Times
You're cold that way
And that's why you say
The things that you say
You can't attract
The things that you lack
You're trying in vain
Chorus:
It seems it's always the crazy times
You find you'll wake up and realize
It takes more than your saline eyes
To make things right
You spiral down
You've broken your crown
You don't feel like a queen
You've seen the proof
But you're still crying wolf
You'll never believe
[Chorus]
You try to climb a broken ladder
Grip the missing rungs
And fall down, down, down
Seems sometime ago you said
This wouldn't last
And now you sit here crying
Beside your bed
You feel left for dead
You kneel in the dark...
It takes more than your saline eyes
To make things right
[Chorus]
Album: Much Afraid
Track: Crazy Times
You're cold that way
And that's why you say
The things that you say
You can't attract
The things that you lack
You're trying in vain
Chorus:
It seems it's always the crazy times
You find you'll wake up and realize
It takes more than your saline eyes
To make things right
You spiral down
You've broken your crown
You don't feel like a queen
You've seen the proof
But you're still crying wolf
You'll never believe
[Chorus]
You try to climb a broken ladder
Grip the missing rungs
And fall down, down, down
Seems sometime ago you said
This wouldn't last
And now you sit here crying
Beside your bed
You feel left for dead
You kneel in the dark...
It takes more than your saline eyes
To make things right
[Chorus]
Monday, September 11, 2006
"I AM" Edited
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I wonder about the unknown future.
I hear too many words filled with too many meanings.
I see people trying to spin the world on their finger.
I want to know everything or be content with knowing nothing.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I pretend I am not anxious.
I feel inward, outward, upward, downward, but not necessarily happy all the time.
I touch people that I love.
I worry when I’m not trusting God.
I cry because I cannot stop sinning.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I understand that God is in control.
I say that Jesus is God no matter what anyone believes.
I dream about redemption and perfection with Him.
I try to persevere in faith no matter what I’m feeling.
I hope in Christ alone.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I wonder about the unknown future.
I hear too many words filled with too many meanings.
I see people trying to spin the world on their finger.
I want to know everything or be content with knowing nothing.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I pretend I am not anxious.
I feel inward, outward, upward, downward, but not necessarily happy all the time.
I touch people that I love.
I worry when I’m not trusting God.
I cry because I cannot stop sinning.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I understand that God is in control.
I say that Jesus is God no matter what anyone believes.
I dream about redemption and perfection with Him.
I try to persevere in faith no matter what I’m feeling.
I hope in Christ alone.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Pic & Poem
My new friends...
I wrote this poem in 8th grade and a lot of it is still very true. I thought it was interesting. I'm trying to rewrite it and am almost complete. When I'm finished, it will be posted.
I wrote this poem in 8th grade and a lot of it is still very true. I thought it was interesting. I'm trying to rewrite it and am almost complete. When I'm finished, it will be posted.
"I Am"
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I wonder about my future as a mother and wife.
I hear words with no meaning.
I see the world spinning around me.
I want desires that I shall never receive.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I pretend that I have no troubles at all.
I feel mother’s love.
I touch adorable puppies stuffed and alive.
I worry about not doing my best.
I cry when being hurt by a close friend.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
I understand that God is my creator.
I say things that will never come true.
I dream about tomorrow and how it will conclude.
I try to be worthy of my family’s love.
I hope that my fantasies will come true.
I am stubborn and sensitive but loved tremendously.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
The Bible
The Bible contains the mind of God, the state of man, the way of salvation,
the doom of sinners, and the happiness of believers. Its doctrines are
holy, its precepts are binding, its histories are true, and its decisions are
immutable. Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to
be holy. It contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort
to cheer you.
It is the traveler's map, the pilgrim's staff, the pilot's compass, the
soldier's sword, and the Christian's charter. Here Paradise is restored,
Heaven opened, and the gates of hell disclosed.
CHRIST is its grand subject, our good the design, and the glory of God its
end.
It should fill the memory, rule the heart, and guide the feet. Read
it slowly, frequently, and prayerfully. It is a mine of wealth, a paradise
of glory, and a river of pleasure. It is given you in life, will be opened
at the judgment, and be remembered forever. It involves the highest
responsibility, will reward the greatest labor, and will condemn all who trifle
with its sacred contents.
--The Gideons International
Sunday, February 12, 2006
alive by grace...
"If you confess your sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9
http://theuttermostparts.blogspot.com
http://theuttermostparts.blogspot.com
Friday, January 27, 2006
alas, my wicked heart remains...
sometimes i wish i could literally pull out my brain and dig out my heart - yes, exactly like indiana jones and the temple of doom! how utterly sinful i am! as i sat in on the pastors' conference my mind wandered to other things, seemingly more glorious things than that of God's Perfect and Holy Word. actually, i knew not more glorious but quite the opposite! i knew it grieved my Savior and yet there i sat, my mind made up to be quite indignant. how rude! how shameful! how appalling! i knew i would come home and after hours of not flinching at my sin, finally fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness and how i needed grace. why on earth would God forgive such a knowing sinner? i can only have one master - oh, how i pray that it is the Living God alone! have mercy on me, powerful and omniscient God of the universe! wash me clean by the blood of Your Perfect Son, Jesus Christ. and so i must rest on the fact that "if i confess my sins, He is faithful and just to forgive and cleanse me from all unrighteousness." oh, how i pray He would cleanse me completely now - take me Home, Lord, that i may never sin against You again!
Friday, January 20, 2006
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
If only you had been a fly on the wall...
Here’s what happened…
Late Saturday night I was sitting at my computer reading through all my saved files that I haven’t read in years. Junotte was busying herself in the kitchen as usual. All of the sudden, she says, “Uh oh!” I look over and see a small shadow coming up over the stove. I do not pay too much attention at first because Junotte seems so calm. About a minute later I realize Junotte is just staring at the stove so I go over to take a look at what’s happening. To my horror, a huge cockroach is sitting on top of our stove wiggling his little feelers around. So we calmly think about what we should do. Junotte won’t kill it. I won’t kill it. We don’t have Raid. Our neighbors are gone for the night. The next best thing? Junotte tells me to call Pat. She tells me that she’ll do anything he says except hit it with a shoe. Of course, that’s exactly what Pat tells us to do. The cockroach is still on the stove. So I ask if it flies. Pat says that it might a little. The next thing you know, Junotte and I are both on chairs. Pat says to call back in 15 minutes if we still need help. I told him that if we weren’t in church the next day, they would know where to find us. So we make all the gadgets to try and kill the cockroach (i.e., flyswatter taped to the end of a long pole). Junotte goes into the other corner of the room and starts praying to the Lord to give me courage. I’m saying to myself over and over again, “Get mad at the cockroach! Get mad at the cockroach!” To make a long enough story come to a rapid end… we both end up on chairs again and on the phone talking to Linda (she should be a 911 answerer the way she was trying to calm us down). The cockroach isn’t on the stove anymore by this time. We made him unhappy so he ran across the counter, I jumped onto my bed in the bedroom, Junotte’s trying to throw Boric Acid on him which supposedly kills cockroaches. He flutters down to the carpet, up on the wall, across the ceiling, and all the sudden there’s a knock on the door. Junotte races to let in Pat and Matt. Smack! The cockroach falls to the floor. Smack! The cockroach is dead. “Good night!” Pat says. I think I’ll have enough courage next time.
Late Saturday night I was sitting at my computer reading through all my saved files that I haven’t read in years. Junotte was busying herself in the kitchen as usual. All of the sudden, she says, “Uh oh!” I look over and see a small shadow coming up over the stove. I do not pay too much attention at first because Junotte seems so calm. About a minute later I realize Junotte is just staring at the stove so I go over to take a look at what’s happening. To my horror, a huge cockroach is sitting on top of our stove wiggling his little feelers around. So we calmly think about what we should do. Junotte won’t kill it. I won’t kill it. We don’t have Raid. Our neighbors are gone for the night. The next best thing? Junotte tells me to call Pat. She tells me that she’ll do anything he says except hit it with a shoe. Of course, that’s exactly what Pat tells us to do. The cockroach is still on the stove. So I ask if it flies. Pat says that it might a little. The next thing you know, Junotte and I are both on chairs. Pat says to call back in 15 minutes if we still need help. I told him that if we weren’t in church the next day, they would know where to find us. So we make all the gadgets to try and kill the cockroach (i.e., flyswatter taped to the end of a long pole). Junotte goes into the other corner of the room and starts praying to the Lord to give me courage. I’m saying to myself over and over again, “Get mad at the cockroach! Get mad at the cockroach!” To make a long enough story come to a rapid end… we both end up on chairs again and on the phone talking to Linda (she should be a 911 answerer the way she was trying to calm us down). The cockroach isn’t on the stove anymore by this time. We made him unhappy so he ran across the counter, I jumped onto my bed in the bedroom, Junotte’s trying to throw Boric Acid on him which supposedly kills cockroaches. He flutters down to the carpet, up on the wall, across the ceiling, and all the sudden there’s a knock on the door. Junotte races to let in Pat and Matt. Smack! The cockroach falls to the floor. Smack! The cockroach is dead. “Good night!” Pat says. I think I’ll have enough courage next time.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
last blog for a while
Sunday afternoon, January 8th
Weno, Chuuk, Micronesia
I pobably won't write much on this blog for the next five months... we'll see...
The Pacific Ocean is really big. And I have a personal relationship wih the God who made it, by the blood of His Son. Amazing, eh?
http://theuttermostparts.blogspot.com
Weno, Chuuk, Micronesia
I pobably won't write much on this blog for the next five months... we'll see...
The Pacific Ocean is really big. And I have a personal relationship wih the God who made it, by the blood of His Son. Amazing, eh?
http://theuttermostparts.blogspot.com
Friday, December 30, 2005
World Geography Song Lyrics
Do you know the continents?
Do you know the continents?
Tell me if you can.
There's North America,
South America,
Africa, Europe, and Asia.
Don't forget Australia.
Don't forget Antarctica.
Do you know the continents?
Do you know the continents?
Tell me if you can.
Do you know the continents?
Tell me if you can.
There's North America,
South America,
Africa, Europe, and Asia.
Don't forget Australia.
Don't forget Antarctica.
Do you know the continents?
Do you know the continents?
Tell me if you can.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Drowning
Cold hands are choking me as I struggle to breathe. I'm kicking and panting, flaring my arms, whatever I can do to stay afloat. The water from the ocean that once use to sting my eyes have been clouded by fearful tears of my own. My body is tense from this new revelation. I woke up at 4AM. I couldn't sleep anymore. Turned on the lights, sat up, and read. It was then that God revealed to me where I was, a deep ocean of sin all around me. Sharks can't be that dangerous. Seaweed tickles but can't trap. Only a few feet more and then the soft sand at the bottom. Lies! Lies! Lies! And so with revelation came belief. I am terified! "Lord, save me!" Just moments before, content in my (I thought) beautiful aquarium, I am thrashing around, eager to be taken out. Pulled down by the seaweed. Scoffed at by the sharks, waiting for my demise. Down, down, down... Wait. A hand. No, a strong arm. Stronger than I've ever known. Gentle, too. The water slowly falls away from my face, ocean and tears. He alone resuscitates me.
"For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation." Romans 5:6-11
No analogy is perfect. It is not sin that kills, but the wrath of God because of sin. God must punish sin. He is perfectly just and perfectly holy. That's why it's so amazing. The Judge gives up His perfect Son, Jesus Christ, so that He might also be the Justifier. And so we are saved from God's wrath by God's Sacrifice for God's glory.
"For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation." Romans 5:6-11
No analogy is perfect. It is not sin that kills, but the wrath of God because of sin. God must punish sin. He is perfectly just and perfectly holy. That's why it's so amazing. The Judge gives up His perfect Son, Jesus Christ, so that He might also be the Justifier. And so we are saved from God's wrath by God's Sacrifice for God's glory.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Ginny Owens knows how I feel...
I'm caught in a crossfire
Between pride and fear
And my heart isn't bullet-proof
I know where I'm going
But I can't get there from here
Is there anything you can do?
I'm in pieces
Think of something clever
I'm in pieces
Put me back together
These monsters of malice
Keep egging me on
Till all my defenses disappear
I dine in their palace
They follow me home
But I don't want them here
I'm in pieces
Emotionally severed
I'm in pieces
Put me back together
Rescue me
From the incomplete
Come and be
Be my missing peace
I'm locked in the basement
Who holds the key?
Something tells me you do
I'm shards on the pavement
Just shattered debris
I need you to be my glue
("Pieces" from Long Way Home, by Ginny Owens)
but also...
My thoughts and meditations
My loudest declarations
My every inclination
I bring to you
My faith and my religion
My folly and my wisdom
My heart's many dimensions
I bring to you
Everything I have
You have given me
So take this life, I give it back
Make it all that it should be
My search for satisfaction
My doubts and my distractions
My words and my actions
I bring to you
My journey and my story
My failure and my glory
And all the things I've dreamed for me
I bring to you
My yesterday, my future
What's certain and what's unsure
And all that's in between
I bring to you
("I Bring Everything" from Long Way Home, by Ginny Owens)
Rescued, glued back together and then my humble sacrifice...
"And I said: Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts! Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a burning coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth and said: Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for. And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then I said, Here am I! Send me."
Isaiah 6:5-8
Between pride and fear
And my heart isn't bullet-proof
I know where I'm going
But I can't get there from here
Is there anything you can do?
I'm in pieces
Think of something clever
I'm in pieces
Put me back together
These monsters of malice
Keep egging me on
Till all my defenses disappear
I dine in their palace
They follow me home
But I don't want them here
I'm in pieces
Emotionally severed
I'm in pieces
Put me back together
Rescue me
From the incomplete
Come and be
Be my missing peace
I'm locked in the basement
Who holds the key?
Something tells me you do
I'm shards on the pavement
Just shattered debris
I need you to be my glue
("Pieces" from Long Way Home, by Ginny Owens)
but also...
My thoughts and meditations
My loudest declarations
My every inclination
I bring to you
My faith and my religion
My folly and my wisdom
My heart's many dimensions
I bring to you
Everything I have
You have given me
So take this life, I give it back
Make it all that it should be
My search for satisfaction
My doubts and my distractions
My words and my actions
I bring to you
My journey and my story
My failure and my glory
And all the things I've dreamed for me
I bring to you
My yesterday, my future
What's certain and what's unsure
And all that's in between
I bring to you
("I Bring Everything" from Long Way Home, by Ginny Owens)
Rescued, glued back together and then my humble sacrifice...
"And I said: Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts! Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand a burning coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth and said: Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for. And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then I said, Here am I! Send me."
Isaiah 6:5-8
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