Just A Thought

2009-08-10T17:11:00.001-07:00

Just testing this application out on my phone. I think I just found a way to blog while on bed rest (we have no usable laptop)

Time still goes on...

2009-08-10T15:49:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been a while but A LOT has happened since I've written. We moved into my parents house and found out we were expecting our first child. Wow...God is just funny that way right?

I mean the last thing on my mind, no excuse me, the FARTHEST thing from my mind would be to be living at home with my first child. Well, this has been a pregnancy of testing. I mean from the get go God has truly been testing our faith. I found a cyst growing underneath my breast 2 days before I found out I was pregnant. We found out it was a skin cyst and have to wait until after the baby is born to figure out what to do.

Through out the rest of the pregnancy it has been one thing after another. Horrible first trimester (I was so sick and weak). Bleeding through the second trimester has lead me to be on bed rest. They found out that I have an incompetent cervix.

I have been on bed rest now for a little over a month. And it has been a trying time. Trying mostly because of the cramps that I get on occasion. God is good though. Through my mother He gave me this awesome verse:

ZECHARIAH 2:5 For I,' says the LORD, 'will be a wall of fire all around her, and I will be the glory in her midst.'

I pray that through any circumstances you are presently going through you remember this verse. Keep close to your heart my friend that He WILL be a wall of fire all around you.

I love you my friend!

The Mom Song

2009-03-04T17:56:00.001-08:00

This is to all the moms out there!

The Faithful Stand Tall

2009-02-17T10:55:00.000-08:00

Marcy couldn't help but smile as she let her eyes gaze across the room. This week, 50 people came to visit their small basement church. It never ceased to amaze her how awesome God was. Just 3 weeks ago, there were only 6 people in attendance; including Steve - her husband - and herself.

Just two months ago, they moved to Africa to start their ministry in the small town. They started out with just 3 people: Steve, the local pastor and herself. They felt called of the Lord to help out local pastors in Africa. Steve and Marci had to go through extensive training; but they were ready. They were excited. It has always been their dream to be missionaries in Africa.

"Let us pray in conclusion," said her husband. She smiled as Pastor Fahim translated. She didn't know why, but that always amused her. Hearing her husband teach and someone else translate.

There was a creak on the floorboards above. A whisper - or was that a mouse?

Everyone became silent. Fear raced through Marci's heart and she prayed silently, "Lord please protect these people. Don't let them get caught."

"Were you expecting anyone?" Steve asked no one in particular. "No," Marci looked at Pastor Fahim, "Did you tell anyone you were coming here?"

"No, I did not. Please everyone remain silent. There is no need to fear, but Marci, can you please go upstairs to see what that noise was? Steve maybe you should join her." Pastor Fahim instructed and translated.

Instinctively, she grabbed her husband's hand tight, as they started up the stairs. Steve stopped and looked down at his wife, "Its okay, hun. We are children of God. Keep repeating that, I am a child of God. Keep praying too."

Marci could not help but laugh at her husband, he always knew how to make her smile. "God please protect those people, don't let them get caught. Heavenly Father, please protect Steve and I. Please Lord, let this be nothing."

They continued climbing the stairs together in silence.

Marci jumped as she saw a man standing in their kitchen. Her heart could not stop racing. She kept praying, "Please Lord, protect those people don't let them get caught."

"Can I help you?" Steve asked. Marci stood behind her husband in submission, but kept praying continuously. "Jesus save us. Please don't let those people get caught. They desperately need to hear more of your word. Please Lord. Please."

"Are you Steven and Marci Boretti?" The man asked quietly.

"Yes," he replied cautiously.

"Thank you." The man replied. He then walked out their home; leaving the door wide open.

Steve walked to the door to close it, "What was that all abo-". A shot rang out, as Steve fell to the ground grabbing his chest.

"Steven!" Marci raced to his side. "Honey, where are you hit?" He looked at her and smiled, "I see Jesus". She cried out "Oh God, No! Please NO!"

She heard footsteps run in, but she never took her eyes off her husband. "Steven stay with me!" She felt hands pull her arms off of her husband. "Steven! LOOK AT ME! Jesus save us!"

Pain shot through her head as someone hit her. "JESUS SAVE US!" Marci blacked out.

When she awoke; she found herself in a dark room. She felt around and waited until her eyes adjusted. It seemed like she was in a dungeon of some sorts. Confused she tried to get up from the floor, "Steve?" Chains stopped her from moving around. She was chained to a wall.

Then it all came back to her, her mind flooded with the memories of her husband on the floor. Was he dead? Was she dead?

"Jesus, please help me. Please be with me Lord. Please be with my husband." She stopped herself when she remembered all those people in her basement. "Jesus please protect those people. Don't let them be found." Marci prayed quietly.

The door opened and light flooded into her dark dungeon. "Ah, Mrs. Boretti - you are finally awake. I am so sorry that we have not met sooner." A shadow in the doorway started to talk to her, "You see I am very interested in what you and your husband are doing here. You see, it is against the law to preach about this Jesus. It is punishable by death." The shadow man stopped for effect.

"Now, unfortunately we had to punish your husband - excuse me, I had to punish your husband for teaching about Christianity. However, you on the other hand have never taught about him. You can be set free on several conditions." The shadow man stepped into the room and turned on the light. "You must renounce this Jesus, and turn to our religion. Next, you must leave our country and never come back. If you do, and I find out - I will kill you as I killed your husband."

Marci cocked her head to the side, the shadow man was not tall or scary - just sad. She could not help but notice how sad he was. I see that I got to you, what I will do is leave and give you some time to think about -"

"I don't need to think about it. I know my answer," Marci replied with determination. "Jesus Christ came to this earth to save my soul, and I will never stop telling the world about Him; and I will never leave. If you force me out, I will return. God's word needs to be preached to all, even - no especially you. God loves you and -"

"ENOUGH!" the shadow man yelled. "Do you think this is a joke? I could kill you now."

"Then please do. All I have to say is: may God have mercy on your soul. May your eyes be open to your sin and you give your life to Christ. God loves you, I love you." Marci closed her eyes waiting for a shot to ring out. After several seconds she opened her eyes.

"Mrs. Boretti, I will not kill you yet. My men are scheduled to spend some time with you. Maybe you will change your mind before then." The shadow man gave her a sinister smile and closed the door.

"Jesus, I pray for that man. Save him please. Open his eyes so that he may see his sin. Save him Lord, please save him."

Several days went by - or what seemed like days - and several atrocities occurred - but Marci kept praying for him...and for the soldiers committing those atrocities. "God please save them. Save their souls. Open their eyes to their sin."

The shadow man finally came back. "Stand up Mrs. Boretti."

She could no longer move. Her ravaged body could take no more. The shadow man walked over to her and placed her in a chair, "So Mrs. Boretti, have you decided to change your mind?"

Marci looked up at her captor, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. God loves you, may your eyes be opened to your sin and to the ultimate love He has to offer you. I have never stopped praying for you and your men. May God save you." She closed her eyes and waited for the end to come.

Quietly she started to sing the only song that came to mind, as tears rolled down her face, "Jesus loves me this I know. For the Bible tells me so, little ones to Him belong. They are weak but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so."

After she finished, Marci looked up at the shadow man, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Why do you say those things to me? We have done such horrible things to you. We..." the shadow man lowered his head in shame.

"Jesus loves you, and he is waiting for you to accept Him. Who am I to say I can't pray for you? Who am I to say anything accept: God loves you and He wants you to know Him and accept Him. Open your heart to the only one who can heal it."

The shadow man unlocked her chains turned around and walked away. She stared in amazement as he walked out the door and left it open.

She stayed in her chair wondering what to do next. "You are free to go child." Marci jumped at the voice. She turned her head to see where the voice was coming from. Standing in the back corner was a man dressed in white robes. He had such a kind face, and it seemed familiar somehow - but she did not move. "What?" she asked suspiciously. "You are free to go Marci; your faithfulness has set you free." She smiled, stood up and walked out the door.

Deu 31:8 And the LORD, He [is] the One who goes before you. He will be with you, He will not leave you nor forsake you; do not fear nor be dismayed.

Valentine's Day

2009-02-06T15:34:00.000-08:00

This past year has been a year of great hardship for Dave and I. Sorry I haven't written in a while - going through our latest trial. But God is good and faithful! He will guide us through this. I digress, this year at Valentines all I can really think of is how mighty and powerful...and loving our God is. The perfect example of this love is the woman who was going to be stoned.

She was committing adultery when the Pharisees caught her. They brought her to Jesus to test Him - but He gave a great example of love.

John 8: 2-11 - Now early in the morning He came again into the temple, and all the people came to Him; and He sat down and taught them. Then the scribes and Pharisees brought to Him a woman caught in adultery. And when they had set her in the midst, they said to Him, "Teacher, this woman was caught in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses, in the law, commanded us that such should be stoned. But what do You say?" This they said, testing Him, that they might have [something] of which to accuse Him. But Jesus stooped down and wrote on the ground with [His] finger, as though He did not hear. So when they continued asking Him, He raised Himself up and said to them, "He who is without sin among you, let him throw a stone at her first." And again He stooped down and wrote on the ground. Then those who heard [it], being convicted by [their] conscience, went out one by one, beginning with the oldest [even] to the last. And Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had raised Himself up and saw no one but the woman, He said to her, "Woman, where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?" She said, "No one, Lord." And Jesus said to her, "Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more."

Really though, who are we to not accept people? Think about it everyone - what is the real meaning of Love? Is it just to accept people you like or those you don't? I know that I am faced with this daily. I challenge myself daily to see the good in people, to see them the way Christ sees them.

During this Valentine's holiday, I challenge you my friends - Love. No really love someone - just for the simple fact the Christ loves them.

Think about it - who are you to not love someone Christ loves? Of course, when I talk about loving someone I just simply mean taking time out to say "hello, how are you today?" and really care.

Voice Of Truth

2009-01-17T10:32:00.000-08:00

Casting Crowns has an awesome song; “Voice of Truth”. It’s a powerful song, and for those who don’t know the song, I have listed the lyrics at the end of this entry. It gave me the inspiration for this next story.

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Jennifer stared at her husband in confusion, he always had the tendency to mumble when he talks. “What did you just say?” Mark looked her right the eye, “I said I was just let go from my second job.” Jennifer was flabbergasted, they just told him he was the best investment they made. “What happened?”

Mark sat down on the couch, disgusted and tired. “They said that I ran a test wrong. But I did exactly what my supervisor told me to do. I don’t understand why they did that, I thought I was doing good there.”

“Baby, that’s not something we can concentrate on right now. God removed you from this job for a reason. Personally, I am so happy that you no longer work there. I feel safer knowing you are going to be home with me, you were working too much and tired. I was scared all the time for your safety.” Jennifer said with determination.

Mark had been working overnight in a retail store that was two hours away. “I mean, we need this job. What are we going to do now, Jennifer?”

After some thought Jennifer finally responded. “We need to move into my parents house. We can’t afford this rent anymore.”

Mark looked at her with such hurt in his eyes, “We can’t. We just signed the lease, they won’t let us out of our contract.” Jennifer looked at her husband in disbelief, “How do you know that? You don’t know what could happen baby. Maybe you should call and talk to them.”

Mark looked dejected and sad, it hurt her to see her husband like this. “God, give me the right words to say to him.” Jennifer prayed silently. “Baby, this is a good thing that happened.” Jennifer moved closer to her husband, “You were getting so tired and cranky. You were missing out on a lot of things because of this job. Now, you can live at least little more. We can now finally go to church during the week, you know how much we missed that.” Jennifer was trying so hard to make her husband feel better.

“Its these stupid bills we have. I have to find a second job so that we can pay off these bills and start a family,” her husband looked at her with such determination.

“Baby, lets just pray right now. We need to pray and ask God for wisdom and peace,” Jennifer said. Mark looked at her in disbelief, “I can’t pray right now, you need to pray.”

Jennifer’s heart sank, “OK honey.” They prayed together for a few minutes. Fearing for her husbands walk Jennifer said, “God is allowing this to happen in our lives for a reason. We need to just sit and wait on Him. Baby, this just means that God has something a million times better waiting for you. He will bless us if we have faith in Him alone.”

Jennifer got up from the couch. “You can’t let this get you down. If you do that’s letting Satan win. You have to have faith even when things look grim.”

“But what about children? I want us to have kids; I want you to be a mother. But now we have to wait again to try for kids.” Mark looked at her as if to challenge her. But she understood all too well that Mark was losing his faith again. She walked back over to him, and sat right in front of him.

“Baby, who says we can’t try while in my parents house? Who says I’m not pregnant now? If we start trying at my parents house, it will be okay. I won’t have the baby that day. We will have time to pay down the debts and find a home. Baby, look at it this way. Now you finally have time to study and pass for your certification. There ya go! That’s probably why this happened! God wants you to be certified in March!” Jennifer said with great faith.

Mark stood silent. Jennifer got up to call her mother. “Where are you going?” Mark asked. “To call my mom, so she can pray for us about the moving out thing. We would probably need someone to come and take our place in order for us to move out without penalty. So she can pray for us.” Jennifer said walking to the phone.

“Hi Mom.”

“Hey sweetie. Whats up?”

“Mark was just fired from his second job. They gave him some lame reason.”

“Oh no. We’ll definitely keep you guys in prayer.”

“Mom, we are going to need to move in with you guys. We can’t afford this rent without his second job - so please pray for us as we talk to the rental office.”

“Okay, will definitely do that.”

Jennifer talked a little while longer with her mother, while Mark sat patiently waiting for an answer. “Well?” Mark said as soon as she got off the phone. “My mom said that she would talk with my Dad, but that she doesn’t think it would be a problem to move in with them.” Jennifer felt such a peace come over her. “This is what God wanted us to do. Move in with my parents. Accept help.”

Mark looked at her, “I feel like such a failure. Like I’m less of a husband cause I can’t provide for you.” Jennifer sat on the couch next to him, “You are the best husband this woman could ever ask for. Don’t think that. That is just Satan messing with your head.”

Mark put his head in his hands, “This is just too much to handle. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take this.”

Jennifer hugged her husband and said, “You are not supposed to handle this. You are supposed to give it to God. He is the only one that can handle this. Remember right before we got married how we dedicated our marriage to God? We prayed that our marriage would bring total and ultimate glory to Him. This is how God is going to be glorified. When we are at the bottom of the well and there is no way out but to call AND WAIT on Him. God is going to be glorified through this baby. That is why we must go through this. If we have faith in God, He will definitely bless us.”

“God give us your grace so that we can get through this. Help us Lord.”

Mark hugged her back, “We gotta have that faith.”

I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth.

Oh, what I would do to have
the kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat I’m in
Onto the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown
Where Jesus is,
And he’s holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name
and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
time and time again
“Boy, you’ll never win,
you’ll never win.”

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
the voice of truth says “do not be afraid!”
and the voice of truth says “this is for my glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh, what I would do
to have the kind of strength it takes
To stand before a giant
with just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound
of a thousand warriors
shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d have had the strength to stand

But the giant’s calling out
my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
time and time again
“Boy you’ll never win,
you’ll never win.”

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
the voice of truth says “do not be afraid!”
and the voice of truth says “this is for my glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

But the stone was just the right size
to put the giant on the ground
and the waves they don’t seem so high
from on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
singing over me

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says “do not be afraid”
And the voice of truth says “this is for my glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)
I will choose to listen and believe (I will choose to listen and believe)
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

I will listen and believe
I will listen and believe the voice of truth
I will listen and believe
‘Cause Jesus you are the voice of truth
And I will listen to you.. oh you are

Something Odd

2009-01-08T16:57:00.000-08:00

There has been something on my heart lately; and I just honestly couldn't place what it was. It has been bugging me since New Year's Eve. I've just been discombobulated, for lack of a better word. My spirit has been unsettled...don't know why. I just have this feeling like something huge is going to happen this year.

Have you ever had that feeling? Just knowing that there is something huge that going to happen and there is nothing you can do about it. Now here's the thing....what could it be? A million things have been going through my mind. Is it that I'm going to get pregnant again? Is it that the economic crisis is going to really adversely affect Dave and I? Is it about my book that I'm writing? Or is it something huge is going to happen to America?

Then it hit me....like a brick to the face. [SIDEBAR: I am going to break my rule and start talking about Politics here]. I really think that we are not going to get out of this crisis...things are just going to get worse. I think, no let me change that....I know that something is happening to America. Can't put my finger on it, but something is happening that we are not going to recover from. Whether it be as Daniel-In-The-Den says in his latest blog entry: A New Year Prediction or just the economic crisis reaching even lower. Just something.

It hit me this morning: I was floored when the TODAY show had a Scientologist on the show defending their religion. When someone in the Christian faith could not do so. They would edit it or interrupt them. There have been many times that people of faith have been seen as the crazy ones, the ones who "leave their brains at the doorway" - and we are not allowed to defend ourselves. I'm not saying that I want people to be able to defend themselves on TV - we have the Lord on our side who needs TV's right? I know God works in mysterious ways....its just so sad to see how crazy we have gotten.

Sorry to rant like this but.....everything is totally screwed up.

Inspiration

2009-01-06T15:39:00.000-08:00

Ooo just got some inspiration. Hope you enjoy:

The Love Of My King

The love of my king,
will cost me
everything.

Joyfully I give
it away.
Who cares, its not
here to
stay.

I give Him
my heart
and
my life.
So that I may have
eternal life.

So sad you say?
what have you to live for
today?

Sex, money
and beer?

What will that do for you
except bring you
headaches, loneliness and fear

What my King offers is
Love, happiness and acceptance -
for years and years to come.

What more do I have to say
My King is waiting for you
to welcome Him in.

Hey all

2009-01-06T15:26:00.000-08:00

Sorry thats it been a while since I've posted. I've hit some writers block. Does anyone have any good ideas for a story? lol, yeah I know it doesnt always work that way...but hey it couldnt hurt to ask right?

I just have way too much on my plate right now....but I like it like that. Its just been a while since I've been this busy - I need to make a new plan.

Here is some fun stuff I found:

Totally agree with this one....But I still loves me some steak and potatoes...ooo and burgers and...you get my drift.

more animals

This has happened to me so many times....but I still love the snow.

more animals

YES! Finally! This is the way I feel on those long work days...lol! God Bless my husband for putting up with me!

more animals

No words...just cute!

more animals

Family

2008-12-30T14:52:00.000-08:00

A love of a Father

something beautiful.

A hug of a Mother

something beautiful.

Holding HIS hand

something beautiful.

Taking a stand

something beautiful.

Finding the Love of Your Life

something beautiful.

Being a Wife

something beautiful.

Some beautiful life.

God's Mercy

2008-12-27T08:40:00.000-08:00

He will always
Be there with
Arms open;
Never Judgemental.

He will finish
What He
has started.

Loving you
All the time.

Always
Forgiving
Ever
Merciful.

STAND

2008-12-27T08:30:00.001-08:00

Standing in Your
Presence
Being with You
We will all be in Awe.
Surrounded by Your
Glory
Will I be able to stand?
To feel Your Love
to be held by You.
To have you call
My name.

Awesome

2008-12-27T08:28:00.001-08:00

Well, I found this poem I wrote back in High School. Enjoy!

How Awesome You Are
Gracious and mighty
King
In My Unworthiness
You have,
Loved me
and still do
You are
Awesome Lord
Totally and completely Awesome.

I Bring You Good Tidings Of Great Joy

2008-12-24T14:38:00.000-08:00

It was Samuel's turn to watch the sheep that night. He took this job begrudgingly; it was a horribly boring chore to him, no glory in it at all. He wanted to be like his friend Aaron - a blacksmith's apprentice. Now that was an exciting idea - working with fire and metal was a man's job. Not caring for sheep, this was insignificant - it affected no one.

He took a deep breath and looked at the other shepherds. They all were sitting at attention, making sure none of their sheep wandered too far. All of Samuel's sheep were asleep, and he was fighting sleep himself. "I cannot fall asleep again, father will have my hide." Samuel said aloud, while trying to keep himself awake.

"Samuel, one of your little ones is getting away," one shepherd yelled to him. He quickly got up to grab the sheep. "Toda Raba, Marcus!" Samuel said with the lamb in his arms. Samuel was grateful for the flocks being close.

Marcus shook his head and laughed, he remembered being so young and foolish. He walked over to Samuel and laughed out loud, "I have been your father's friend for too long to..."

Out of the corner of Marcus' eye he saw a man in white walking toward them. "Who..." before Samuel could finish, a bright light shone all about them. In fear they ran back to the others.

"We must protect the sheep. Come; let us gather in a circle to protect them." The men scurried around the flocks to protect them from this invasion.

Meanwhile, through all this action - the sheep did not move. A peace had come upon them. The bright light and stranger did not scare them, or move them. They stayed still as if under some sort of witchcraft.

Fear crept into Samuel's heart, "We are going to die for these ridiculous sheep!" Sweat poured down his face as his heart began to beat faster with the stranger getting closer. Out of fear for his own life, he shrunk behind Marcus for protection. Then the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord. And this [will be] the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger." (Luke 2:9-12)

All the shepherds fell on their faces, praising God.

Then there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: "Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!" (Luke 2:13-14) The angels disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

"We must go quickly," Marcus said, "We must see the Saviour." All the other shepherds agreed.

"But what about the sheep? We cannot take them all, and we cannot leave them here alone." Samuel said with concern.

All the shepherds looked at each other in agreement, "Of course! What shall we do?" asked one; "We must vote to see who stays," said another. "I will stay," Samuel said. "I need to show my father I am responsible."

All the men turned to look at Samuel. "Ha! I am not leaving my flock with him!" said one, with others in agreement. "Calm down everyone. We are not leaving anyone behind. We will take all the sheep with us. We are going to meet our Saviour, who wants to miss that? I don't think the sheep will mind seeing our L-rd".

"But...but, that does not make sense..."Samuel started to say; but Marcus stopped him.”What is wrong with you my friend? Do you not understand what just happened? The Messiah is here! Who cares about anything else?"

Samuel did not understand where his fear came from, so he remained silent. All the men gathered their flocks together and traveled to the City of David.

"I don't believe this. What are we all doing? What if this was not real? What if this is a trick?" Samuel asked himself silently. His father always taught him to believe in the Messiah coming, but this cannot be it - the Messiah would never be in a manger...would He?

The shepherds finally arrived to Bethlehem. "Wait here, I will find out about this Child." Marcus quickly ran into town to find the right place.

"Our Saviour has finally arrived!" The men started to dance and praise God again. "How do we know this is THE Messiah?" asked Samuel, "What if this is a trick?"

The other shepherds laughed, "Foolish boy! How could you say that?" asked one shepherd, "Were you not there tonight? Did you not see? Did you not hear?" The man did not wait for his answer and continued dancing.

Samuel made up his mind that he would have to see to believe. Marcus ran back smiling and laughing. "I saw Him....it was...no words can express...you must come....you must see for yourself." He led the shepherds to the other side of town.

Samuel had never seen Marcus like this before, and it worried him. Has this man been bewitched? Samuel said a silent prayer, asking for guidance - but heard nothing.

They arrived to a barn and Marcus turned to all and said, "Come meet Him. Come meet Jesus."

Samuel walked in to see a young mother and father staring wide eyed at them in wonder. He smiled faintly at the baby and stepped out. Marcus went after the boy, "What are you doing? You must meet Him."

"Marcus it’s a baby!" Samuel yelled out loud, “A baby! How am I supposed to think it’s the Messiah? In a MANGER? That cannot be Him."

Without a word, Marcus took the young boy by the elbow, "What are you doing Marcus? I am not going in there." Marcus brought him in. "Go meet Jesus."

Samuel kneeled down next to the manger and saw the Child. As Samuel reached down to touch the baby's face, Jesus grabbed his hand. Tears filled his eyes as he understood finally. "Messiah." was all Samuel could say as his eyes were opened. His King was finally here.

Luk 2:20 Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them.

Power in the Name of Jesus

2008-12-18T15:36:00.000-08:00

Jessica was a prideful girl. She always thought she was a great Christian; in fact she led a small group of women in bible study. She was doing just fine. Or so she thought. She would lead one life in church and another outside of church. She was not doing fine at all, she watched what she wanted, wore what she wanted...etc. Never really took the spiritual world as something serious. Don't get me wrong, she was sweet as could be...but greatly misguided.

I have known Jessica for most of my life; she is not a woman to tell tall tales. She is not an exaggerator - well sometimes she is. But all in all, she is a level-headed, extremely logical woman. So when she told me this tale...I believed her whole heartedly.

1Jo 4:4 You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.

It was around 5:30am one morning. Jessica woke up to hear her mother in the kitchen making herself breakfast.

Jessica was sleeping on her side facing the wall, when she felt someone else in the room. She turned her head to see if there was anyone in the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an old woman by her closet. The woman looked like death. She had gray skin that seemed to sparkle in the dim light, as if she was covered in dust. Her eyes were bright - like cats eyes reflecting a light. Her hair was white, but covered in the gray dust that covered her body.

She was just gray all over.

Jessica quickly turned on her back to sit up and scream out when the old lady ran out of her eyesight. Jessica tried to sit up...but she felt a pressure pushing her down. It was as if someone or something was pushing every body part down into the bed. Head, legs, arms, fingers, feet...everything. She felt arms wrap around her whole body, but there was nothing there.

"What the-?" Jessica's mouth clamped shut. She tried to open it but only her lips parted. Her teeth could not, would not separate.

Fear crept into her heart.

Then she heard the old lady talk, almost spitting into Jessica's ear. It was in a different language, but Jessica understood the hate and anger behind the voice.

She was going to die.

"Jesus," Jessica was finally able to mutter.

Yelping, the old lady stopped speaking. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus..." Jessica kept saying the sweet name over and over. As each time the name of Jesus came out, the pressure alleviated.

"Jesus save me." Jessica finally was able to talk. There was no more pressure, there was nothing.

Jessica jumped out of the bed and searched her room. She looked at her bed as she saw the imprint of her body still deeply impressed into the mattress. "Oh my goodness."

Jessica ran downstairs to tell her mother. "Mom, you will never believe what just happened to me." Her body was still shaking as Jessica retold the story to her mother in detail. When she finished she expected her mother to tell her it was just her imagination, or it was a scary dream. To her shock her mother said: "That has happened to me too." She smiled at Jessica; “God has allowed you to witness something that many people will never - so that you can finally know how to pray. Here are some verses that comfort me and I know it will help you to calm down now:

Psa 18:2-6 The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the LORD, [who is worthy] to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies. The pangs of death surrounded me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid. The sorrows of Sheol surrounded me; The snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called upon the LORD, And cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry came before Him, [even] to His ears.

"Sweetie, God has shown you this so that you can understand. Understand how to pray. Take this as it is - a blessing. Don't be afraid."

"Thanks Mom." Jessica went upstairs, still shaky - but filled with purpose. God had chosen her to be a witness to this. How many times has she mocked those who went through similar circumstances? What a fool she had been, limiting...well, basically the whole spiritual world. God wanted to use her, and she was finally ready to be used for His purpose.

All hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

bring forth the royal diadem,

and crown him Lord of all.

Bring forth the royal diadem,

and crown him Lord of all.

The Laugh Heard Round the World

2008-12-17T15:26:00.000-08:00

Joseph pushed the hair from Mary's sweaty face as he checked on her; the child was coming soon, if not now. If he didn't find a place to stay, she would be having the baby in the street. He continued to rush from Inn to Inn trying to find a place.

"No more room" was the constant reply. Fear crept into his heart as he tried to find a warm place. "Ahavah, please stop. I cannot go on any longer," Mary clutched her belly as the pain started again.

Joseph stopped the donkey right in front of the last place in Bethlehem. He went in to talk with the Inn Keeper.

"Please Abba, help me." Mary prayed silently as she waited for her husband to come back. The donkey became restless and started to move. Mary cringed at the movement.

"There was no room for us in the Inn, but the Inn Keeper had mercy and will allow us to stay in the stable for the night." Joseph did not like the location, but it was better than letting his wife be shamed by having this child in public.

He gently pulled the donkey along to the stable. As they reached the stable, a young slave boy came out to show them where to stay. "Please bring the mid-wife to us quickly. The baby will be coming soon."

Wide eyed, the young boy shook his head in obedience and ran to get the midwife.

Joseph bundled up the straw trying to make a decent bed; Mary couldn't help but smile at the care he took of her. After he covered the straw with a blanket, he helped Mary lay down. "They are starting again," Mary could no longer hold in her agony - she screamed out as the baby started to come.

Joseph not knowing what to do prayed; "Abba, please bring the midwife soon. I do not know what to do." Tears streamed down his face as he feared he would lose his wife. "Oh, Ahavah please, I cannot take this. Make the pain stop. I cannot take this!" Mary screamed out again as the baby began to show.

Joseph was shocked by the change in his wife's demeanor. He felt hands pick him up. He turned to see the midwife had come. "Thank..." but before he could finish she had pushed him out the door.

"She is fine. I will come and get you when we are done." She turned and closed the door. Joseph fell to the ground and did what he knew God would want him to do. Pray.

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"Make this pain stop. I cannot do this anymore!" Mary was distraught. This was not normal, it couldn't be. It hurt too much. "Something is wrong!"

"Hush child. Everything is fine. You will get through this as the women before you have." The midwife shook her head, "This was a young girl, and therefore she was going to be a complainer. This was going to be a hard night," thought the midwife."You must listen and do exactly as I say for this baby to be born. Everything will be fine as long as you do as I say."

Mary nodded her head and prepared for the pain. "Now when you feel the pain again, I want you to push." Mary did as she was told.

She did not hear much else, but she did feel that release. She tried to sit up to see her baby, the one to be called Jesus - but the midwife's slave pushed her to lie back down. Fear quickly crept into her mind; "I want to see him. I did not hear him. Is the baby okay?" she asked the midwife.

Silently, the midwife knelt down and handed her the most precious gift. A son. He fussed a little, but did not cry out loud. As soon as he was in Mary's arms, the world stopped. He looked at her and smiled. Mary could not hold back the tears. "Hello, Jesus. I've been waiting to meet you."

"I cannot believe this," said the midwife, "this has to be the first birth I have ever been a part of that the child did not scream out. In truth, it sounded like he laughed." Mary smiled at her, “It’s because he is special."

The midwife shook her head as she opened the door to let Joseph in: "Come meet your son."

Joseph ran to Mary's side. "Come meet Jesus."

Selah

Trust and Obey

2008-12-10T19:11:00.000-08:00

The night air felt good as the sweat poured down her face. She had been running throught the forest for what seemed like hours.

CRACK. HUFF.

She didn't dare turn around to see if it got closer, she just kept running. The 5'8" 30 yr old was out of shape and feeling it. Her heart and lungs felt as if they would burst; every muscle in her body burned as if on fire, but she did not stop. She couldn't let it catch up. Whatever it was.

CRACK. HUFF.

She got her second wind as she came across a paved road. She ran even faster. "God save me!"

CRACK. HUFF.

Whatever was chasing her was catching up. "GOD PLEASE SAVE ME!"

"Stop, slow down," came a voice. "What the-" Jennifer turned her head to follow the voice. As she did, she saw what was chasing her. A Grizzly bear came tumbling after her.

"HOLY CRAP!" Jennifer ran even harder. Looking for someone to help her - anyone.

"Stop, slow down Jennifer. Trust Me." the voice said.

Jennifer ignored as she heard the bear get closer. "JENNIFER, STOP!"

Tears started to steam down her face as she finally obeyed and stopped running. "I can't, Jesus help me I can't. Save me Lord" Jennifer said through the tears and her pain. She laid her body face down on the ground and closed her eyes, as she didn't want to see her body being torn apart.

As she heard the bear come upon her, she saw a bright light and heard someone singing:

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.
Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.
Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

She smiled as she remembered the hymn from her childhood; oh how she loved that song. It was her favorite. She couldn't help herself as she sang along:"Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey."

As the song finished she realized the bear had still not attacked her. She no longer heard its breathing. No longer heard its panting. She looked up to see the bear right before her. Just looking at her. It turned around as she sat up...and left her alone.

And she heard a voice say: "For we walk by faith, not by sight." 2Cr 5:7

This was a dream I had long time ago, when I was not trusting in God. Please remember my friend, God is in control of everything. He wants you to trust in Him.

When things are looking dismal (you have no money to pay the bills this month, or your loved one just found out they have cancer), remember God wants you to trust in Him alone.

Psa 20:7 Some [trust] in chariots, and some in horses; But we will remember the name of the LORD our God.

Rom 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to [His] purpose.

Mary and Martha

2008-12-09T16:22:00.000-08:00

Luk 10:38-42 Now it happened as they went that He entered a certain village; and a certain woman named Martha welcomed Him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who also sat at Jesus' feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him and said, "Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me." And Jesus answered and said to her, "Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her."

During the Christmas season, we are all bustling about trying to get things done immediately. Are we remembering to take time out for the Lord? I know I haven't been. I have been too busy looking for a second job, writing for my present job, and writing for this blog. I have also been busy trying to get ready for my mothers surgery; getting ready for my trip to GA; getting ready to put up my Christmas decorations; getting ready to start writing professionally; I have been bustling about.....and I would have to admit - I have lost sight of the reason for the season. I have lost my first love, by trying to do what I thought He would want me to do.

I would read my bible, but did it at night when I would have the most difficulty concentrating on what God has been trying to tell me. I would pray, but those quick prayers...not really giving God the time he most assuredly deserves. I was getting overwhelmed VERY quickly.

Funny thing...you know what happened? I threw out my back. You see in all my "bustling", I let God slip from the front burner, or "pushed Him to the side seat" if you will. I became Martha, but I didn't even know it. So God gave me, what I affectionately call a "God Smack". He slapped me upside the head and said "Chill Out - You are not supposed to be doing all of this."

I am glad for my "God Smack"...I have been able to spend much needed time with my husband. I have been able to get back to what I love most - seeking out God.

My friend, please do not lose sight of God. Make sure you take time out to be with your first Love....don't wait for that "God Smack" to get you to refocus...its painful believe me.

My Hero...

2008-12-05T11:36:00.000-08:00

To my readers, these two entries were about that day through my eyes. I dedicate this story to my mother who saved someone's life that day. She's my hero.

!!!!!!!!!!! I must warn it gets a little graphic!!!!!!!!!!!

"Where’s Dad?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know," her mother replied. "I tried to call him, but couldn't get through. I waited a little, but decided to walk to the ferry with Mary-Ann." Mary-Ann was her mother's 67yr old co-worker who lived down the street from them. Her mother went upstairs to shower off the dust.

"We gotta keep trying to call Dad," her brother finally broke the silence. He picked up the phone and continued trying.

While they waited for their mother to return, they continued to watch the news stories in disbelief. Jessica kept repeating to herself; "This can't be happening."

Their mother finally came downstairs and sat down with them.

"Ma, what happened?"

Their mother looked at them both with such sadness in her eyes. "I need a minute. Just a minute to stop and regroup."

Jessica watched as her mother put her hands on her face and sobbed so hard her body shook. It scared Jessica how hard her mother cried.

After some time, her mother looked up at them both. "I'm sorry about that. It’s just....the things that I saw..." her mother stopped.

"Mom, tell us what happened." Jessica said foolishly.

"Well, when it all started, we all heard a loud boom. It was so loud and so close we all figured that the Windows Around the World Restaurant had some sort of accident. Our fire & evacuation warden told everyone to get out. I asked her what had happened, all she told me was 'I don't know. All I know is I don't feel safe in here.'

"So I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. I didn't even think to grab my sneakers; I thought we would be back upstairs after a while. I called your father and we told each other just to get home. Thank God we left.

"I walked slowly with Mary-Ann, as she was having difficulty walking due to her breathing problems. We walked down the street to your fathers building and waited." Her mother stopped to wipe her eyes, "I tried calling your father, but only got through once. I left him a message saying I was waiting for him in front of his building. After a few minutes, I looked up at the Towers and saw what looked like clothes falling from the sky. I thought maybe people were getting hot and throwing their clothes out the windows; but as I took a step closer I saw that it was people." Their mother started to cry again, this time her children joined with her. "Oh my God, what must they have been thinking to jump out of a window and take their life...." she trailed off.

After a minute of silence and tears she continued, "I decided to walk to the Staten Island Ferry with Mary-Ann. When we got a couple of blocks away, the second plane hit the other tower. Mary-Ann kept repeating that the building was going to fall on us." Her mother took a breath.

"I kept telling her 'No, they're not going to fall, Mary-Ann. They were built to withstand things like this'. It was the Lord who kept me so calm during that whole time, all I kept thinking was that I did not want her to have a heart attack.

“Mary-Ann was telling me to leave her; she kept saying that she would understand if I ran off without her. But I told her, 'Mary-Ann we are going to get to the Ferry together. There is no way I am going to leave you here alone. Now let’s keep walking.' As soon as I said that there was a loud noise, like an airplane engine right next to us.

"I turned around to see this huge plume of smoke coming straight at us. I told Mary-Ann to cover her face completely with her sweater; I grabbed her arm and we kept walking. I covered my mouth and nose to keep the smoke out. It was so thick I could not see anything in front of me except this pair of black pants. And I followed those pants until we got to Battery Park." she stopped and looked at both her children.

"That was definitely the Lord guiding us, as I could not see a thing. Literally all I saw was a pair of black pants. Once we got to Battery Park, I wanted to thank the person and tell them we were following them, but I could not find anyone wearing those pants. It was as if they disappeared. God was really with us that day." Her mom sat back on the couch, watching her children as if she had never seen them before.

Xavier and Jessica looked at each other in disbelief and in unison said; "I can't believe this is happening."

They all hugged and said a prayer for their father.

At 2:00pm they received an odd phone call.

Xavier answered the phone, "Dad?"

"No, it’s your cousin Tati. Can I talk to your mom?"

Xavier handed the phone to their mother and gave a look of confusion to Jessica. "Who’s Tati?"

"Oh, that’s Dad cousin. I thought she lived in Puerto Rico, how did she get through?" Jessica asked.

As their mom got off the phone, she gave a small smile to them, "That was your dad's cousin Tati. She said that she talked to Dad. He's okay. He's in New Jersey walking home."

"How did he get into New Jersey?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know, but I'm guessing he's going to have an interesting story."

They continued to watch TV and wait for news from their father. Around 5:30pm, Jessica got a call from their father. "Dad, is that you?"

"Hi, tell your mother to meet me at the Bayonne Bridge. They’re not letting any cars over, so I will be walking across. She needs to leave now, I'm about to walk across now." her dad instructed. Jessica relayed all this news to her mother who ran out the door.

An hour later their father was home changed, hugging his children and retelling his story.

"Well, as soon as I got off the phone with your mother I went down stairs with my boss Katherine. I waited several minutes and tried calling mom’s cell phone." They figured out that her mother and father just missed each other by minutes.

He continued, "After a few minutes of no answer, I figured mom started to walk toward the ferry. I decided to take the Ferry to New Jersey with Katherine as she lived in New Jersey and could give me a ride. As we walked toward the ferry, we turned a corner, and heard the towers collapse. I froze as I heard the noise that sounded like an airplane engine right over head; and I said to myself 'How could I leave without her?' Please forgive me for leaving without you," he asked her mother tenderly.

"No, don't worry. It's okay. We were all confused." her mother took his hand in hers.

Her father continued, "Well, I wanted to go back to look for you, but Katherine said it would be impossible, dangerous and that we should keep on going. When we finally got to the Ferry, we met up with 2 other people. A father and daughter from Staten Island. We ended up travelling with them the entire time. We got on the last ferry out of New York. When we got to New Jersey, Katherine's husband was there to pick us up. He drove us as far as Hoboken, there the man, his daughter and I walked to Jersey City where they had parked their car. As we were walking I got a call from Tati, screaming and crying asking me if I was okay. I told her I was and had her call you guys. Did she?" Her dad asked.

"Yeah she did. I was confused, I thought she got the wrong number," Xavier said.

They laughed for the first time that day. Her dad continued, "When we arrived at the Bayonne Bridge we were kept from driving across, as they didn't know if anymore attacks were coming. After waiting a bit, the guard agreed to let us walk across the bridge. And now, I'm finally home. Thank you Lord for protecting us all."

God worked mighty miracles that day.

Jessica's friend from college worked on the 96th floor of one of the towers in one of the investment firms there. Her friend was never late to work; that morning she woke up an hour late. As she arrived in New York, the first Tower was hit.

A co-worker of Jessica told the story of how her father, who never called out of work a day in his life, called out sick that morning.

Jessica's uncle was a Police Officer in New York. He was late to work that morning as well. If he had gone into work on time, he would have been one of the first responders on scene.

A woman was trapped in the collapsed building underneath so much rubble. She was barely alive when she heard someone calling out for survivors. When she responded, a hand came through a small opening. He said his name was Ralph, and that he would hold her hand until they got her out of there. She explained that if that hand wasn't there...she would probably have given up and died. But she fought to stay awake, to meet her rescuer, her new found friend. But when she got out, there was no Ralph there. Actually there was no Ralph in that team who rescued her. They told her, no one was holding her hand at all.

God saved many people that day, and worked many miracles throughout that day.

I wrote this as a reminder for everyone. Please remember to tell those you love, how you feel about them. Don’t go to bed angry, you don’t know the future.

Be kind to those around you. Never forget.

Psa 20:7 Some [trust] in chariots, and some in horses; But we will remember the name of the LORD our God.

Peace and Faith

2008-12-04T11:12:00.000-08:00

The terrible tragedy that occurred on September 11th, 2001 will haunt many Americans for the remainder of their lives. It will definitely haunt Jessica. You see, she almost lost both her parents that day. Please allow me to tell you this story of faith and peace.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jessica grew up in Staten Island, New York. She was about to turn 21 in September, and things were definitely going her way. She was happy. She had great friends, a great family and was doing well in college. She had just started a new job at the local bank. It was challenging her faith...but by God’s grace, she was working through it all.

Both her parents worked in downtown Manhattan...right across the street from the Twin Towers. In fact each morning, as a short cut, they travelled through the towers to get to their jobs from the bus station.

Lastly, her younger brother was in high school. They all lived busy, happy lives.

The morning of September 11th was like every other morning. In fact, Jessica marveled at how beautiful that morning was. It was a beautiful day. The temperature was just right; there was not a cloud in the sky. It was picturesque.

She got ready at her normal pace, but for some reason did not listen to any of the news stations.

One thing she found odd was that she could not stop praying for protection over her parents that morning. She never stopped praying for them.

Arriving at her job, the bank’s assistant manager let her in. Jessica looked around to see a bunch of strange people standing around.

"What’s going on?" Jessica asked.

"We are being audited," was the answer.

Jessica walked to the teller area, got her cash box and sat down. One of her co-workers was crying, demanding to be sent home. "You should send us home. This is not right. We could end up dying here."

Jessica laughed and thought to herself "That girl is so dramatic." She turned to ask another co-worker what was happening.

"A plane crashed into a building and she’s saying we’re all going to die here."

"Oh wow..." Jessica turned back to watch the auditor and pray for those hurt in the crash. She thought they were talking about a building in Utah. She never would have thought it was in New York.
"There is another plane missing, they think it’s going to the White House," the district manager ran to the back to update them.

As the manager went back to his office, everyone cried out in shock. Jessica was finding it hard to absorb.

"What building did they hit the first time?" Jessica asked out loud.

"One of the Twin Towers," replied the auditor. Shocked, Jessica said a quick prayer for her parents.

"Oh my God, they hit the other tower!" someone yelled from the manager’s office. Jessica started to get fidgety. She wanted to call her mom and dad just to hear their voice.

"They hit the Pentagon," came yet another cry from the manager’s office. "Oh my God..." The district manager came back, "One of the Twin Towers just fell."

"I got to go..." Jessica could hear no more. "I need to call my parents to make sure they are okay," she explained to the auditor.

She ran downstairs to call her mom. At 9:15am she reached the phone to call her mother. The phone kept ringing. "God please let them be okay. God, don't take them away from me." She said aloud over and over. The fear started to grab at her heart.

She hung up and tried her father and could not get through. She kept trying both parents’ cell phones, but could not get a line out. The thought of raising her brother after this crept into her mind.

She slammed the phone down and screamed out "GOD PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" Her heart hurt so much, she thought it would break. She leaned against the wall, sobbing clutching the phone. “My brother. I need to get to Xavier.”

Jessica ran upstairs and spoke with the manager. "I need to get my brother, my parents are missing - they worked across from the Towers" she explained. She felt herself calming down, though the tears never stopped.

"Oh my God, go ahead go. Do you want someone to drive you?"

"No, I need to go now. I'm fine." Her red eyes said otherwise, but they let her go.

She was delirious with grief and fear. Her heart literally hurt at the thought of losing both her parents. “GOD DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”

She arrived home and ran upstairs to change. "Okay, I need to calm down. Xavier cannot see me like this. God give me grace. God please don't leave us alone. Please protect my parents."
The phone rang. "Mom, Dad?"

It was her grandma; "Jessica it’s me. I can't get a hold of your father." she said crying uncontrollably.

She had never heard her Grandmother cry before. "Grandma, have faith. Trust in God. Look in your heart; do you believe that Dad is still alive?"

"Yes," she replied quietly.

"Then pray Grandma, pray for his quick and safe return home."

"Thank you, Jessica. I will."

"I'm going to hang up right now, because I got to get Xavier. I want him to hear what’s happening from me."

"Okay, call me if you hear from your father."

"I promise Grandma, I promise. Let’s have faith together, he's okay. They are both okay." She hung up the phone and went to get her brother.

There were a lot of parents at the door to the school trying to get their kids. "I don't want my kids to die here." "Yeah, what if they attack the schools. Give us our kids!" They were letting no one in the doors.

Jessica went up to the security guard, "Please I came to get my brother. Both our parents are missing. I need to bring him home." The security guard brought her into the main office, where there were more parents demanding their kids be released.

The security guard went behind the desk to talk to one of the secretaries. "She's going to help you okay?" "Thank you so much"

After 20 minutes they were able to find her brother in the lunchroom, he was about to walk out the door. "Xavier, we need to go home." Jessica said firmly. "I know."

The fear in her baby brothers eyes, matched the fear in hers. As they walked out the door, the secretary tried to get them to talk about it. "Thank you so much for helping us, but we need to get home just in case they try to call us."

It felt like three years had passed by, but it was only 10am as they drove home. But she was no longer alone, she had her brother. "You know what?" she said to her brother, "I have this peace about me, like I know they are okay." Xavier stayed silent and said, "Yeah, me too. God knows we couldn’t handle living without them.”

They got home and waited in the living room for something...anything. 12:30pm rolled about and there was a jingling in the doorway. Someone was coming home.

Jessica ran to open the door to see the most beautiful site she had ever seen. Her mother covered head to toe in soot. "MOM!"

Jessica and Xavier quickly grabbed their mother in a bear hug. Her mother hugged her kids back but said, "Could you wait until I get these dirty clothes off?" They all laughed. "Where's Dad?" Jessica asked.

"I don't know." She replied.

More to come tomorrow.

Pain that encompasses all

2008-12-02T16:29:00.001-08:00

She could not hide the pain in her eyes. Was she hearing the doctor right? Miscarriage? Did I kill my baby? "God Almighty make him wrong," she prayed silently.

The doctor left the room and she got up, her sweet husband took her in his arms and said "I'm so sorry honey". She held it in no longer....she fell into her husband's strong arms crying. "He could be wrong, that baby could be okay," he said with such faith. She pushed him away and got dressed. "I killed my baby."

"Sweetie, you didn't. No, don't think that; stay positive. You don't know what's going to happen - you could still be pregnant. Have faith" She continued to get dressed and wiped her face. They walked out the door together.

As they got into the car she decided to call her mom. She dialed the number as her husband called out sick from work. She felt her body calm down, "I will have faith. The baby is fine." She recalled a story her grandmother told her about a woman who bled heavily during her pregnancy, and still had a healthy baby.

As her husband got in the car her mother answered the phone, "Hello" her mother’s calm, comforting voice caused her to start crying again. "The doctor said...the doctor said...he said...he said...", "What’s wrong sweetie?" her mother asked with concern. She couldn't bring herself to say her baby was gone...so she handed the phone to her husband.

"The doctor said that she will most likely have a miscarriage this weekend." She didn't hear the rest. "Why God? Why? What did I do wrong? Is it because of my weight? Is it because of my eating habits? Is it because of my asthma? What did I do wrong?" She kept asking herself the same questions over and over, crying. She shook her head and said with determination: "The baby is still there. I will give birth to this baby and give God all the glory. This will be a miracle that will totally give glory to God. I am still pregnant, the doctor can't know everything."

Her husband handed her the phone again: "Your mother wants to talk to you". He started driving home.

"Hi mom."

"Hi baby. Do you want me to come over? Your dad and I want to come over."

"No, its okay you don't have to come. I know you have plans."

"Do you want to see me?"

"Yes." She started to cry again this time harder. She handed the phone back to her husband. She couldn't handle it anymore. She shut down.

Silent the rest of the ride, she kept saying to herself: "The baby is still there. I will give birth to this baby and give God all the glory. This will be a miracle that will totally give glory to God. I am still pregnant, the doctor can't know everything."

They arrived home. She stood up to get out of the car and felt it. She felt the pain that would never leave her for the rest of her life.

"Oh my God."

"What happened? Are you okay?" Her husband quickly rushed to her side. "It's happening."

They walked slowly into the house and confirmed what she just felt. She called the doctor who told her the same; "I am so sorry but you are having the miscarriage right now." She hung up the phone and cried her heart out. She buried her face in her bed a screamed: "NO!!! GOD NO!"

Through her heart wrenching sobs she told her husband what the doctor told her and what she felt. "I'm so sorry" was all she could say to him; over and over she said "I'm so sorry". He held her and began to cry with her. "Stop it, it's not your fault," he repeated to her. It was the first time she ever saw him cry.

"I'll be right back," he said.

She lay down in bed waiting for her husband to come back. After he was gone for more than 15 minutes she walked around the house to find out he was outside crying. "Baby come back inside, don't leave me alone."

"Go lay down baby, I'm coming inside now." She waited for him as he walked back into the house. "Why did you go outside?" He looked like he was crying.

"I went to call my dad and let him know."

"And to cry right?"

"Yes," he admitted. She looked at him with great concern; "Baby, please don't push me away. We need to be together in this. We need to cry together. We need to mourn together."

"Ok, I promise. I won't leave you again," he said.

When they walked back into the bedroom, she held her stomach as the pain started again. She cried so hard she fell to her knees and had difficulty breathing. Her husband, picked her up and held her. "Baby, you need to calm down. You need to be able to breathe." He started to rub her back for a little bit.

"I need to lie down," she said.

They lay down in bed together holding each other for what seemed forever.

The door bell rang. "My parents are here. Come on." She told her husband.

"I don't even want to see them. Why did they come? I just want to be here with only you."

"They are here to help us and comfort us, come on." She slowly walked out to answer the door.

When she opened the door, the first face she saw - was her mothers. Her mother’s eyes held such compassion it caused her to cry again. "It's okay. Go ahead and let it out." As her body shook from the sobs, her mother cried with her.

1Cr 12:26 And if one member suffers, all the members suffer with [it]; or if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with [it].

East to West

2008-12-01T14:06:00.000-08:00

Here is an awesome video from the Journey Church of Atlanta Creative Worship Team.

Suffering

2008-12-01T12:59:00.000-08:00

Several months ago, I suffered a miscarriage. I was so devastated, but God, in his His grand and wonderful mercy, has brought Dave and I through this time. There are times that I get sad...but I pray and know it was for a reason.

There was someone who was found out she was expecting the same time I was. I just found out today she's having a girl. God in heaven, why does it hurt so much? Anyway, I came across this awesome devotional that I wish to share with ya'll. I love how God knows what we need to hear and when.

2Cr 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding [and] eternal weight of glory,

Steel is the product of iron plus fire. Soil is rock plus heat and the crushing of glaciers. Linen is flax plus the water that cleans it, the comb that seperates it, the flail that pounds it and the shuttle that weaves it. In the same way, the development of human character requires a plus attached to it, for great character is made not through easy living but through suffering.

Consider the diamond; it is formed through YEARS of extreme heat and pressure. It starts out looking like a piece of coal; but then turns out to be this thing of beauty. Don't think that this situation you are going through, is a form of punishment. Suffering is a wonderful fertilizer for the roots of character.

Remember Psalm 37:5 - Commit your way to the LORD, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring [it] to pass.

God is working through you, for a reason. Just wait on Him and He will bless you.

Being Content

2008-11-24T17:08:00.000-08:00

Phl 4:11 Not that I speak from want, for I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am.

Ha! That's a good one right? Being content no matter the circumstances! - who ever heard of something that crazy? I have.

My life has not been easy, and you know what? I don't mind that at all. But at first I did; I complained about everything that happened in my life, always questioning God. "Why God Me? I thought I was a good person, a good Christian, WHY ME?" That was my constant prayer.

When I came across this verse, that first paragraph was a constant thought of mine. Along with: "Its inconceivable! No one can really be content in the circumstances their in. No one."

After some growth, and A LOT of prayer I learned to really grasp this verse. I love this verse. It's an awesome reminder of what my attitude should ALWAYS be. If you wish to know more about me here is my testimony.

I want to ask you this my friends: Do you find yourself thinking: "Why Me Lord?", do you find yourself complaining about the circumstances you are in or going to be in (money, health, etc.)?

Let me remind you of this: God working in your life, so that He might work through your life. Also remember Romans 8:28 - And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to [His] purpose.

Do I still struggle with being content no matter what? Of course I do. But I have to remind myself constantly that there is a greater purpose to what I am going through.

Be Still...

2008-11-23T17:30:00.000-08:00

Hey all, I've been suffering from a bad case of Bronchitis so I've had no time (really brain power) to write something. So here is an awesome devotion for today from Streams In The Desert by L.B. Cowman.

Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

Is there any note in all the music of the world as mighty as the grand pause? Is there any word in the Psalms more eloquent than the word "Selah," meaning pause? Is there anything more thrilling and awe-inspiring than the calm before the crashing of the storm, or the strange quiet that seems to fall upon nature before some supernatural phenomenon or disastrous upheaval? And is there anything that can touch our hearts like the power of stillness?

F0r the hearts that will cease focusing on themselves, there is "the peace of God, which transcends all understanding" (Phil 4:7); "quietness and trust" (Isa 30:15), which is the source of all strength ; a "great peace" that will never "make them stumble" (Ps 119:165); and a deep rest, which the world can never give nor take away. Deep within the center of the soul is a chamber of peace where God lives and where, if we will enter it and quiet all other sounds, we can hear His "gentle whisper" (1 Kings 19:12).

Even in the fastest wheel that is turning, if you look at the center, where the axle is found, there is no movement at all. And even in the busiest life, there is a place where we may dwell alone with God in eternal stillness.

There is only one way to know God: "Be still, and know." "The Lord is in His Holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him" (Hab 2:20).

All-loving Father, sometimes we have walked under starless skies that dripped darkness like drenching rain. We despaired from the lack of light from the sun, moon and stars. The gloomy darkness loomed above us as if it would last forever. And from the dark, there spoke no soothing voice to mend our broken hearts. We would gladly have welcomed even a wild clap of thunder, if only to break the torturing stillness of that mournfully depressing night.

Yet Your soft whisper of eternal love spoke more sweetly to our bruised and bleeding souls than any winds that breathe across a wind harp. It was Your "gentle whisper" that spoke to us. We were listening and we heard You, and then we looked and saw Your face, which was radiant with the light of Your love. And when we heard Your voice and saw Your face, new life returned to us, just as life returns to withered blossoms that drink the summer rain.

My God is Awesome!

2008-11-20T13:02:00.000-08:00

God of Wonders

Here I am to Worship

Who Am I?

Great Faith

2008-11-19T15:11:00.000-08:00

There have been many stories of great faith; but only one sticks out in my mind. The woman who was diseased for twelve years.

Luk 8:43 Now a woman, having a flow of blood for twelve years, who had spent all her livelihood on physicians and could not be healed by any,

Can you picture her pain? This is how I saw it.

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Abigail was in tears, twelve years was way too long to have to go through this pain. She was always in pain. The nights were filled with her agonizing screams as she clutched her blood soaked sheets. Each day was filled with doctors doing awful things to her, in hopes of healing this poor woman. Pain was her constant companion.

With her money now completely gone; she had nowhere else to turn. No more doctors, no more faith healers. No more anyone - she was all alone. Her family and friends shunned her, believing she received disease because of her sin.

"I cannot do this anymore," she said in determination. Struggling to walk because of her pain, she went into the kitchen and picked up a knife. "I cannot deal with this pain! I will not be shunned any longer!"

As she went to kill herself, she heard voices. She turned to see her neighbors talking outside; she was overhearing their conversation.

"Yes, they say he is the Messiah," said one "He is doing great miracles amongst our people! Did you see Elizabeth? She can walk!"

"I heard he is coming to the village today, we must go out to meet this Jesus!" said the other.

She stood up and began to walk out to meet this man who they called the Messiah. "This man will heal me. He is the Messiah!" She tried to walk as fast as she could, but had to stop frequently because of her pain. "I must keep going, because he will save me. He will see me and have pity on me, and save me." Tears were running down her face - because of the joy she felt at meeting her healer and because the pain was getting worse.

She had never felt this much pain; it was as if her body didn't want to be healed. "I must continue walking, so that I can meet my healer."

As she turned the corner, she saw a large crowd of people. "It's Jesus," was all she heard over and over again.

She started to maneuver the crowds, trying to get closer to him. A strange thought popped into her head, "What if he is too busy? What if he won't heal me?" she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind. "All I need to do is merely touch the hem of his garment to be healed."

As she moved closer, she was over taken by him. She began to cry, there was something about him that made her think..."I want to be near him."

She reached out her frail hand and touched his garment...

Luke 8:47-48 ...came from behind and touched the border of His garment. And immediately her flow of blood stopped. And Jesus said, "Who touched Me?" When all denied it, Peter and those with him said, "Master, the multitudes throng and press You, and You say, 'Who touched Me?' " But Jesus said, "Somebody touched Me, for I perceived power going out from Me." Now when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling; and falling down before Him, she declared to Him in the presence of all the people the reason she had touched Him and how she was healed immediately. And He said to her, "Daughter, be of good cheer; your faith has made you well. Go in peace."

Set Me Free

2008-11-18T14:29:00.000-08:00

Powerful song

Humbleness is what I long for...

2008-11-18T11:02:00.000-08:00

Phl 2:1-4 Therefore if there is any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and mercy, fulfill my joy by being like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind. Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself. Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others.

Humility...that's a huge buzz word these days. What does it mean to be humble? Literal definition: To be meek, not proud. Its not in our nature to be humble, I definitely know its not in my nature. You have to remember, one of the first things we are taught in school as kids is to be proud of your accomplishments, look after your own and look after yourself..because no one else will.

Pride, which is the antithesis to Humility, has been around for a while. Remember, Lucifer was thrown out of heaven, because of his pride. 1Ti 3:6 (speaking of those in leadership at church) ...not a novice, lest being puffed up with pride he fall into the same condemnation as the devil. (Emphasis mine)

Pro 16:18 Pride [goes] before destruction, And a haughty spirit before a fall.

Pride is harmful to your soul. I know and love someone who is very prideful, he thinks he can handle anything that comes his way. Right now, he has no relationship with the Lord. He told someone close that: "he is tired of talking to someone who won't answer back"...he was talking about God.

Now, I know what you would think automatically, that's not a sign of pride. You would be right, its not. Its a sign of giving up, a sign of anger - hate even. But it started out as pride. It started out that he thought he was better at handling everything, better than God.

This young man started out wanting to know God, wanting to have that fire burn within him...but he let pride get in the way.

It was something simple, something that is normally over looked: he was proud of himself, or his accomplishments. So proud.

It didn't take long for the pride to turn to confusion (Why didn't God answer me the way I wanted Him to?); then the confusion to turn to despair (Why isn't God answering me?); and the despair to turn to anger (Fine, I will do it...since God doesn't have time). Then the anger turns into hate (I refuse to talk to someone who won't answer me).

Pride is going to keep you from having a great relationship with God, no it will keep you from having a relationship with God. Period.

There are no in-betweens with sin, you can't have it both ways (be prideful and serve God). As it says in Matthews 6:24 "No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon..."

Pride = loving yourself.

Humility = loving JOY (Jesus, Others, Yourself)

Luk 14:11 For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted."

God's Holy Temple

2008-11-17T10:46:00.000-08:00

Here are some questions to challenge you today and everyday:

1Cr 3:10 -17 According to the grace of God which was given to me, as a wise master builder I have laid the foundation, and another builds on it. But let each one take heed how he builds on it. For no other foundation can anyone lay than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. Now if anyone builds on this foundation [with] gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each one's work will become clear; for the Day will declare it, because it will be revealed by fire; and the fire will test each one's work, of what sort it is. If anyone's work which he has built on [it] endures, he will receive a reward. If anyone's work is burned, he will suffer loss; but he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire. Do you not know that you are the temple of God and [that] the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone defiles the temple of God, God will destroy him. For the temple of God is holy, which [temple] you are.

These set of verses talks about what you do or have done with your life. Its a challenge and a reminder. Are you living it for the Lord? or are you living it for yourself? OR are you the type of Christian that is living below the radar?

You have the foundation (Jesus Christ), but what have you done after that? Have you been a witness? Or Have you stayed living your life the way you want to?

How have you built upon the foundation of your life which is Jesus Christ? Have you built praise-worthy things or have you built earthly things?

Here's a thought for ya: Will it pass the fire test? After all is said and done, will it matter in Heaven? This is an excellent challenge to all Christians; I know its a great challenge to myself.

vs 16 & 17 say:Do you not know that you are the temple of God and [that] the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone defiles the temple of God, God will destroy him. For the temple of God is holy, which [temple] you are.

Many take this verse to mean literally (IE: that you can't get a tattoo)...but it applies to your spiritual life. You cannot let other things "push God off of the throne in your heart" (IE: TV, children, spouse, work). Defiling the temple would be letting something else rule your heart besides God.

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2008-11-15T17:24:00.000-08:00

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More Faithful Friday

2008-11-14T14:46:00.000-08:00

Another Time, Another Place

More Faithful Friday

2008-11-14T14:26:00.000-08:00

Blessed Assurance

His Eye is On The Sparrow

Via Dolorosa (an old one!) Wow I haven't heard this song in a while!

How Great Thou Art

We Shall Behold Him

"I've Just Seen Jesus" By Larnelle Harris And Sandi Patty

Faithful Friday

2008-11-14T13:27:00.001-08:00

I know that a usual meme for Friday is Funny Friday. Well, with all that is happening to people lately, I think we need a day to remind us to be faithful. God will provide.

I think we should start with the always awesome Newsboys:

Mercy Me

Casting Crowns

Interesting skit by Silent Witness Mime troop in 2007. Its a kinda cool, basically what spiritual warfare is all about.

Who: Journey Church of Atlanta Creative Worship Team
When: March 30, 2008.
What: Body Worship to Casting Crowns - East to West.
Why: So that we may bless others with our God-given abilities. Worshiping Him with all our hearts, minds, and strength....in order to bring glory to God.

Casting Crowns

It is Well With My Soul

What is Happening People?

2008-11-13T14:26:00.001-08:00

I decided to make this into a series. There is a lot happening in our world that should be addressed!

Teens and Sex

Last week in church, I was talking with a teenage girl and her mother. And all the teen talked about was having a boyfriend; how she wanted one but only the ugly guys want to go out with her; how she thinks its because she's so tall that boys don't ask her out. Oh by the way...she's only 14. She is 14 years old worrying about boys. I tried talking some sense into her, but she wouldn't listen. Her mother didn't stop me...but she wasn't agreeing with me either. What is up people?!

Putting aside the fact that she is 14 yrs old, I firmly believe that girls (or really any female at any age) should enjoy their youth, then later they can think about having a relationship with the opposite sex. I spent much of my teenage years and the beginning of my adult years worrying about boys. Was I pretty enough, Was I funny enough, Was I smart enough? And when I was rejected (or just didn't have a special guy), I would put myself down. Then, when I finally "had" a boyfriend, I changed myself to be the girl that he wanted.

I didn't get to live at all. My relationship with the Lord suffered so greatly. I mean look at that last paragraph...it just wasn't me!

Finally, God gave me that "smack upside the head"...He opened my eyes. I can't say exactly what happened, but my eyes were opened...and I became sad. I was sad because, I didn't let myself live. I didn't get to experience all the great things someone at that age does - because some dumb boy hurt my feelings...or I was acting like someone else. I don't want that to happen to anyone else.

What we need to do is talk to our kids. We need to stop ignoring the problem...and get down to it! I live in Maryland and heard the other day...that a 10yr old girl just found out she was pregnant. People this problem is not going to go away - it's only going to get worse! Be honest with your kids! If you are...please let me give you a round of applause! But if you are not...if you think your kids are old enough or they know better - please, please, please talk to your kids now.

Once you start talking...you will be surprised at what happens. They are will start talking back. Teenagers are a handful (boy is that ever an understatement); I know sometimes you just want to walk away and let them make their own mistakes. Please don't.

Please remember that if your kid is acting out...it's because they need some attention.

Luke 23:28 But Jesus turning unto them said, Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.

Lifehouse Everything Skit

2008-11-12T15:45:00.000-08:00

Oh my goodness, everytime I see this skit....I get a tear in my eye. That God could love someone like me...even after all I have done.....no words. Pardon me while I watch again. For those who don't know this was a skit done in 2006 at Winterfest in Knoxville TN.

Being a Worry wart...

2008-11-12T14:04:00.000-08:00

Goodness gracious am I ever the worry wart. I have a bad tendency to worry about a lot of things...not everything mind you - but too much none-the-less. This is a huge battle for me - it's something I have been working on since I was...well, able to drive. Worrying. Doubting. Fear of the Unknown.

There is not one person in this world who can say: "Nope, I don't have that problem. I don't worry about anything. My life is grand!" Seriously people, can't you hear yourself? That's a load of garbage! If you are over the age of 10...you worry - it may not be a lot but you do.

There are SO many things that are out of our control, so many things that can go wrong...how can you not worry? You worry that your dinner is going to be less than par for your in-laws; or that you wont be passing that last final exam so you can graduate; or you worry that you will get the bus late and miss your doctors appointment; or not worrying that you wont be able to pay the rent/mortgage. You see? There is always something out of your control, and therefore there will be always something to worry about.

I say this because...you are not alone. I am right there with ya!...unfortunately we all are in some way shape or form.

Matthew 6:25 - 31 says: "Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, [will He] not much more [clothe] you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day [is] its own trouble." (NKJV)

This is a perfect answer to the problem of worry. Its Gods promise, that He will never leave you or forsake you - that He is always there for you. If the birds in the air have something to eat...how much more will you have? If the lilies of the field are adorned so beautifully, how much more beautiful will you be, being a child of God?

Take this time right now to look back at your life. Go through each little detail and you will see God providing for you...even in the smallest ways. Remember that day you were starving and had no money to buy food...and all of a sudden you find a $20 bill in your pocket? I have personally seen God work mighty miracles in my life just like that...God is awesome isn't He?

Wait...what is that you ask me? "I have memorized that verse and still I worry about everything!" Not a problem, again we are all human. But I will respond to that statement by saying:

Phil 4: 6-7 says: Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

These verses are a help-mate, if you will, to Matthew 6:25-31. It continues to say that you should give God everything...all your requests, all your worries. Pray, seek Him out. Ask God why, go ahead I dare ya - cause He will answer you. Tell Him your scared, tell Him you can't take it anymore. Tell Him everything. What He wants is for your to get to the point of: "I can't take this anymore Lord! What should I do?" Then and only then are you ready to stop.

Phil 4:8 - Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things [are] noble, whatever things [are] just, whatever things [are] pure, whatever things [are] lovely, whatever things [are] of good report, if [there is] any virtue and if [there is] anything praiseworthy--meditate on these things.

Get ready to stop.

I went to Word Of Life Bible Institute several years ago, and in one of my classes I was taught by a man name Phil Moser (awesome teacher!). He said to memorize this verse and every time you started to worry (or have problems with your thought life), concentrate on these words! These 8 words are the basis of right thinking. He came up with the awesome idea to put these 8 words on a stop sign and memorize them! Post them up in your room (or wherever) and that way you can memorize easier by seeing them constantly. Here is an example:

During this scary time, I can not imagine anyone who is not worrying. I hope this helps you, as it helps me everyday. God Bless!

Strong Tower...

2008-11-11T15:50:00.000-08:00

Cool video from Kutless....LOVE THEM!

The Lost One

2008-11-11T11:40:00.000-08:00

Have you ever wondered what the prodigal son was thinking on his walk back home? What was his father thinking when he saw him? I always wonder about that....here's my take on it.

The Lost One

Aaron was hungry; he had been walking for what seemed like hours. He had taken this long dirt road a million times, but never like this. He was on his way home after years of living the way he finally wanted to - doing what he wanted, when he wanted. But now...now he held his head in shame as he walked home.

Everything on the road held a memory, a wonderful memory that only caused him pain now. There was the tree that he and Isaac would study under; there was the old barn that Abba built for the neighbors. This was harder than he thought. "How am I going to do this? What if I get rejected?" He stopped in his tracks. "What if I cannot go home? Where will I go? No," Aaron said out loud, "I will not let that happen. I must...I must beg him to let me be a servant." Aaron continued walking and thinking; "What am I doing? He's never going to accept me. I spent all of his money on harlots!" He stopped walking again.

Aaron looked at the sky, and then looked at the ground. It was full of pointy rocks, dirt and dung.

"That's it! I will get down on my knees and crawl to him; I will show him how pathetic I know I am!" He continued his walk of shame. He rounded the corner and looked down the road to his childhood home. The place that brought him warmth and comfort as a child only made him feel cold and alone. He strained his eyes to see a little man running down the road to him. "Is that my Abba?" He fell to his knees.

Abba was walking outside the house praying, as he always did at this time, for his youngest Aaron. Aaron was the rebellious one, the one who gave Abba the white hair - but no matter what Aaron did, he still loved his son greatly. Aaron left some time ago, wanting to do his own thing - Abba did not agree...but he knew he must let him make his own choices.

He never heard from Aaron directly, but knew he was OK - at least until the famine hit. No one had seen or heard from his youngest son in quite some time. Abba was fearful that he would never see his youngest again, so he did the best thing he could do...he prayed for him. He had been praying for Aaron since he left, but found himself praying even more now. "Please save my son" was all he could muster. Tears would fill his eyes, and it would hurt to speak...but he would never stop saying: "Please save my son".

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man walking down the road. He felt immediate pity for the man, as he was covered in filth. It seemed that man had not eaten in some time....wait isn't that? He moved closer and squinted. His heart swelled as he realized "THAT'S MY SON! THANK YOU LORD!" He ran as fast as his old legs would take him. It was his son, his lost prodigal son.

Luke15:20-24 And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called your son.' "But the father said to his servants, 'Bring [fn] out the best robe and put [it] on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on [his] feet. And bring the fatted calf here and kill [it], and let us eat and be merry; for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' And they began to be merry.

Have you ever thought: "I can't become a Christian....I've done way to many horrible things." I know I have thought that, I was right there thinking:"God will never love me after what I have done." But you see this parable is a great picture of God's undying love for us. Earlier in the story, Aaron took his inheritance and spent it all on "prodigal" living. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. He knew he disappointed his father, he knew the shame that he brought upon his family - that's why he came back with the intention to become a servant. But his father had other ideas.

Luke 15:7 says: I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance. God wants you and only you; He does not care what you have done, who you were or where you have been. He cares only about you. He wants you to see what He has to offer you.

He has this huge gift of salvation waiting for you to accept.

Or are you that person who says: "I can't become a Christian yet, I am having way too much fun right now." Take a look at those verses; the prodigal son thought that way too - but then came the famine and out went his wealth. You obviously think that there will always be an opportunity to accept Christ; but I have one thing to ask you...Who said you were promised the next 5 minutes?

Romans 3:10 As it is written: "There is none righteous, no, not one;
Not even me! I would never, ever claim to be righteous. I am a sinner saved by Grace. You see ALL HAVE SINNED. Yes even you reading this thinking, "I'm a good person. She's not talking to me". So sorry my friend, but I am talking to even you.

Romans 3:23 ...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God...
Again, ALL HAVE SINNED! I know that there are some who say: "But I do good things, that's good enough." Well to that I answer with Eph 2:8&9 - For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; [it is] the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. (emphasis mine)

Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin [is] death, but the gift of God [is] eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Sin brings death plain and simple. Even those little white lies you tell ("Oh Mrs. Johnson, that is a lovely purple feather hat"...yea you know what I'm talking about). And the death it speaks of is spiritual death.

Romans 5:8 But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
God loves us so much, that before we even could even accept Him...He sent His son to die for us.

Romans 5:6 For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.

John 10:17-18 Therefore My Father loves Me, because I lay down My life that I may take it again. No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This command I have received from My Father.
Jesus rose from the dead, so that you may have eternal life through Him.

John 14:6 Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me."
Jesus offers us eternal life, through Him alone. There is nothing that you or anyone else can do to get you to heaven.

Romans 10:9 that if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.
We must accept God's gift of salvation by faith alone.

1 John 1:9 If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us [our] sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Once we confess our sins, He will forgive them. No matter what they are, Christ will forgive you as long as you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord over your heart.

Romans 10:13 For "whoever calls on the name of the LORD shall be saved."
This says "...calls upon the name of the Lord.." but it does not mean simply saying Lord! It means saying Lord save me, I am a sinner. I confess my sins to you and accept you as my saviour. Come into my heart I pray.

Romans 8:35-39
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? [Shall] tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written: "For Your sake we are killed all day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter." Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Once you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and saviour....nothing can separate you from His love. Nothing.

The Know-It-Alls in your life...

2008-11-10T13:59:00.000-08:00

Have you ever come across a person who claims to know it all? No matter what the subject, they know the answer to it. And don't even think you can challenge them...uh-uh, they will sit/stand there and argue with you. You must realize that they are the smarter ones...that they are better than you! Yea, Right.

I've known a few people like that in my lifetime - all high and mighty. I laugh about it now, but back when I knew them, all I wanted to do was 'smack 'em upside the head' - as my mom would say. The last thing I wanted to do was...be nice to them. The idea of being a servant to them in anyway was perposterous! I would even go to the point of avoiding these types of people. As I have grown in the Lord, I have learned to deal with people like that. The best way really is to 'kill them with kindness'.

Phl 2:5-8: Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, [and] coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to [the point of] death, even the death of the cross. (NKJV)

Such great verses to live by and really concentrate on when you come across the know-it-all. Jesus, the Son of God: "did not consider it robbery to be equal with God" (NKJV) or "did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped" (NIV). The one person who does know-it-all humbled himself by becoming an 'average joe'. He knew the extent of His power but He knew He had to be the servant of all. He took the form, of a bondservant [Definition - one who is a servant to pay off any monetary debt] so that we could live. So that we could gain eternal life.

In this day and age, everything is about self. How will this help me, or how can I benefit from that? Why am I friends with this person, what are they going to do for me? With all these temptations, we need to keep these verses close to our minds and hearts. I know I do.

We will always come across those people you want to 'smack upside the head'; but instead be a servant to all. Kill them with kindness. :o)

Material Possesions

2008-11-08T16:55:00.000-08:00

Phl 3:7-8
But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ

Awesome verses that everyone should live by. All earthly things should be considered less important in comparison to the cause of Christ. Look at all the things which make you what you are and compare them to Christ. Do they bring glory to Christ or to you? Do your clothes magnify the Lord or bring bad attention to you? Does your talk glorify God or your "gossip buddies"? Does your music bring praise to His name or change your demeanor?

If it brings glory to anything else other than God, then these verses are not really working in your life. Everything should bring glory to Christ...if it doesn't it should be counted as loss. Knowing Christ is greater than any worldly thing.

God's Glory

2008-11-08T09:37:00.000-08:00

With all that Dave and I are going through, we have really been immersing ourselves in the word. Obviously because of this we are really being blessed and I wanted to share with you something that we read.

1Cr 1:18 - 31: For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written: ["I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,] [And bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent."] [fn] Where [is] the wise? Where [is] the scribe? Where [is] the disputer of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world? For since, in the wisdom of God, the world through wisdom did not know God, it pleased God through the foolishness of the message preached to save those who believe. For Jews request a sign, and Greeks seek after wisdom; but we preach Christ crucified, to the Jews a stumbling block and to the Greeks [fn] foolishness, but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men. For you see your calling, brethren, that not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, [are called.] But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty; and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, that no flesh should glory in His presence. But of Him you are in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from God--and righteousness and sanctification and redemption--that, as it is written, ["He who glories, let him glory in the LORD."] [fn]

These verses are great reminders of Gods Sovereignty! In the previous verses (1:10-17), Paul chides them for the divisions that were occurring. People were starting to divide the church based on who was taught or really brought to salvation, by which teacher (Paul, Apollos, Cephas or Christ). Because of that fact, the following verses are Paul trying to explain to them how foolish man is compared to God.

There was a widespread misunderstanding of the Gospel message during this time. Paul was trying to show them it's not mans wisdom or cleverness that brought them to Christ, but rather it's holding/keeping them "back". You see in verse 23 it says: "But we preach Christ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling block, and unto the Greeks foolishness", the Jews and the Greeks could not (or really cannot) understand because the things of God are spiritually appraised or examined (2:14). Meaning that God is the only one who can grant wisdom. God is the only one who can "save someone".

Also, during this time Greek philosophy was "running rampant". Men were just basically full of themselves, believing they knew everything - even the bible. Which translates to the people were trying to make the bible their own, by using their "earthly wisdom" to put the bible into their own words. Because of this, there was sin growing in the church. People are prideful; they tend to look up to those who are the strongest or wisest. Paul was telling them: The wise men are foolish and those who look to the wisdom of wise men are foolish as well.

Therefore God uses the complete opposite (weak or foolish) to bring all Glory to His name which therefore would break the pride of the prideful. If He did use those who are proud (or strong or whatever) He would not get the glory. Jer 9:23-24 "Thus says the Lord, 'Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, and let not the mighty man boast of his might, let not a rich man boast of his riches; but let him who boasts boast of this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the Lord who exercises loving-kindness, justice and righteousness on the earth, for I delight in those things' declares the Lord."

Everything is done to glorify God...EVERYTHING! No matter what you are going through, God is faithful. I know that I needed to desperately hear that. I know I need to hear about God's grace and faithfulness. God is mighty and powerful. I pray that this has blessed you as it has me

Never Lose Heart

2008-11-07T17:59:00.000-08:00

Here is an awesome devotional from Joyce Meyers' book "Never Lose Heart". It totally blessed me with all that Dave and I are going through.

Be still and Know God.

God's Word For You

Let be and be still, and know (recognize and understand) that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations! I will be exalted in the earth! - Psalm 46:10

Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding.

In all your ways know, recognize, and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight and plain your paths.

Proverbs 3:5-6

One of the main reasons so many of us are burned out and stressed out is that we don't know how to be still, to "know" God and "acknowledge" Him. When we spend time with Him, we learn to hear His voice. When we acknowledge Him, He directs our paths. We need to learn to be quiet inside and stay in that peaceful state so that we are always ready to hear the Lord's voice.

Many people today run from one thing to the next. Because their minds don't know how to be still, they don't know how to be still.

For a long time I felt I had to find something to do every evening. I had to be involved and a part of whatever was going on. I thought I couldn't afford to miss anything because I didn't want anything to go on that I didn't know about. I couldn't just sit and be still. I had to be up and doing something. I was not a human being - I was a human doing.

We need to be careful to submit our ideas and plans to God, then slow down and wait. Make sure there is a sense of peace to go along with the plans and ideas. Ask the Lord for His will in your life, then be still and know that He is God.

God gives His highest and best to those whose trust is in Him. Be still and let Him show Himself strong in your life.

Peyton Manning is Advertising Gold!

2008-11-07T15:26:00.000-08:00

I am not a fan of sports, but what I am a fan of is Peyton Manning. I love every commercial I have seen with him in it, I can not help but laugh. I don’t know what it is, he’s just funny! In this newest spot for World Mastercard from McCann Erickson and MRM, they cast Indianapolis Colts quarterback Peyton Manning.

Manning visits hotels in rival cities where the Colts play this season. In each, he trades on his “nice guy” persona, interpreting the hostility of staffers in positive ways. In Boston, a hotel operator warns Manning that he’s “going down,” and the QB replies that indeed he is—to the fourth floor for a massage.

There’s also a microsite where consumers can send friends and family a customized “video pep talk” from Manning. He covers his mouth when the recipient’s name is dubbed into the message. Enjoy!

Sherri Shepard on The View

2008-11-05T15:56:00.000-08:00

This is the what I was talking about:

History Was Made

2008-11-05T11:12:00.000-08:00

Today history was made....well really yesterday. Today is a new day, a new direction. Being a minority, I am so happy that this has happened. It totally changes everything! Sherri Shepard on The View put it best this morning [SIDEBAR: I hate The View - but this needs to be said], I can now tell my kids - Yes you can. You can be anything you want to be.

I have lived in New York all of my life. I didn't really come across racism, but when I moved to Maryland...well it's alive and running. It's hard to witness, but I choose to ignore it and live my life - it was hard at Carey International but God got me through it. I have to admit I was getting a little discouraged with the way things are around here - wondering if I even want to raise kids in this type of environment. I mean I live in a little podunk town, where there are literally NO Puerto Ricans and inter-racial couples are rare! Every time I go shopping, I get the look - you know that look. It makes me sad though...really sad that people can be so ignorant.

Then as the election campaign was going around -- I heard some REALLY hateful things about Obama just because of his skin color. It made me even more fearful. What in the world is wrong with America??!!

Then he won, then an African American won the Presidency. I am not saying he was the right guy for the job or that he's the wrong guy. I'm just saying finally!

I don't have to worry about my kids not getting far because of their race. I can tell my kids: "You CAN become President and change the world" - finally.

My Prayer Life

2008-11-05T10:12:00.000-08:00

Last night, I read through my old journal from 2001. I lived in New York, still at home. It was interesting to read. But one thing shocked me, I saw how I used to pray. It made me a little ashamed. My sweet husband tried to console me, telling me that in my past I was still searching for answers and that's why I prayed like that. But it didn't make me feel better. I mean, he's right though. The things that I wrote in there shocked me at how misguided I was...but does that excuse my loss of fervency in my prayer?

My prayer life now actually has been slacking - I'm changing that. But this makes me think. Have I lost that fire in me? Or has it changed? I mean I still have the fire for ministry, and I pray (just not as much as I should)...but is that enough?

Heres a thought...

2008-11-03T18:42:00.000-08:00

I know that people have a tendency to over-react. I am one of them....actually a major one at times! So here goes my over-reaction....maybe.

Why can't we all just get along? People are just bashing each other left and right! People are so full of hate and bitterness. Its become more evident with this election. On my twitter account I was following this woman (obviously not following anymore), and she was spewing these facts - real or fake is not my point. My point is she kept going on and on! She kept saying the same things over and over and over! I thought wow, she really believes in McCain, but this is a bit much.

Now the thing that made upset and stop following her was her saying this: 'You can't call yourself a real Christian if you vote for Obama' and other garbage stating you would go to hell if you vote for Obama, your a horrible person blah, blah, blah, blah. Now thats just plain wrong! Who are you to say this? Who are you to judge lady?

It's funny my pastor talked about this subject, just this Sunday. Just because you have a conviction about something (i.e. smoking, drinking alcohol...voting for whoever) - doesn't mean everyone has the same convictions! Doesn't mean you must change the opposing convictions. You can hear the awesome sermon here.

Why do we have to make everyone believe the same way we do? Why can't we just let the Lord work in their lives? Who are we to think that we need to convince people about things the Lord has convicted us about? God gave us free will for a reason people!!!!

I personally don't drink any alcohol, but I happen to know of two Godly people who drink wine on occasion. I know several Godly people who drink socially. There's nothing wrong with that! I happen to know Christians who are voting for Obama and I know Christians are voting for McCain. I even know some Christians who do not want to vote at all (they don't believe in either candidate). I am not going to accuse any of those people for not being a true Christian, I am not going to try and guilt them into anything. I am just going to love them like Christ loves us.

Funny Thing....

2008-11-02T17:31:00.000-08:00

My brother just said the funny thing: "people who are absentminded don't know if they farted"...my brother is awesome!

Brother of The Bride

2008-11-02T12:20:00.000-08:00

I have a younger brother, and when I was recently married he was strangely quiet. I say strangely because he always has something to say about everything. I understood though, he was losing his sister. Well, I talk about this because I recently say this old spot from Hallmark its from Leo Burnett. This cute 2 minute spot follows the brother of the bride throughout his sister's wedding. This poor guy who more often than not, should probably just keep his mouth shut. But with a little help from Hallmark, he makes his sister's day priceless.

Oh, and did I mention this spot is among 5 spots nominated for the Commercial Emmy this year? If you haven't had the pleasure of watching it yet, check it out below. It's worth a giggle... and a small tear. Here's to all the brothers out there - younger or older.

Shopping with Mastercard

2008-11-02T12:09:00.000-08:00

Lately I have noticed that there are not that many commercials which come with a lot of heart. Most are about self preservation, preserving your child’s health, slapstick humor, sex or whatever is applicable to the item they are selling. A fellow blogger (from my other site) wrote an article about a commercial with heart (Microsoft Makes Great Commercials). When I see a commercial with heart, I think that it should be applauded!

I saw this commercial the other day and fell in love; it did bring a tear to my eye. It’s a fairly new spot from McCann World Group. It features a woman who is wandering through a magical little shop and actually buys priceless things. "28 laughs, 9 hugs, 52 smiles, 2 contented sighs = $0. A free day to take them all in: Priceless". I hope everyone can enjoy a day to take all those things in, because nothing beats the sound of laughter. Am I right? Or am I right?

What is Happening People??

2008-11-01T18:06:00.000-07:00

Like a fellow blogger, Pamela said on Flack Me earlier: "Please someone tell me–how many more days until the election? SIGH." This campaign is getting really strange, and to a point...scary - people are getting "verbally violent". Pamela was right; America is not as far evolved as we would like to think. I was watching the news on Friday, and could not believe me ears as I heard people scream out that Obama is a..."terrorist" or "bomb Obama". WHAT??!!

Then I figured out what the problem is (besides the definite racial issues): McCain. Like everyone in the good ole US of A, last Tuesday I was watching the Presidential debate. What I saw, put everything into perspective. It took me some time to find this clip, but here is a perfect example of the nature of the old U.S.A.

I know that recently, McCain has tried to calm down the attacks on Obama, by stating during a rally that "he indeed respected Senator Obama, and thought of him as a decent man…a family man, and that there was no need for anyone to fear him if he were to be elected president." But I think the damage has been done.

Why I Believe In Christ as My Lord and Saviour

2008-11-01T11:04:00.000-07:00

I grew up in a Christian family. Went to church every Sunday; went to youth group on Fridays...and so on. But I didn't believe. I just went and did those things because Mom and Dad told me to. But I hated going. I was an Agnostic (DEFINITION: one who neither believes nor disbelieves in God; one who believes that there is not enough evidence either way.)

Then I entered into High School. In my Freshman year of high school, I had a tumor growing on my ovaries. The surgery caused me to miss school for one semester (about 3-4 months) - being tutored at home. Then in my Sophmore year, I sprained both my ankles (at the same time). I sprained them so bad that, I had to use a wheelchair in school for about a month. I hated it, I was humiliated because most of my "friends" thought I was faking it. I was also sexually assaulted in school. He told everyone in school that I asked for it - even after we pressed charges. In my Junior year, I developed sciatica. I had to walk with a cane for about 90% of the time that year. I missed about a month of school (sporadically), I lost all the people I called friends then. No one talked to me, I was all alone. I was depressed and all alone. I wanted to die.

During my junior year, as I was contemplating suicide, I finally realized that God was trying to get my attention. He allowed all those things happen to me, because He loved me and wanted me to learn about Him. I finally became a Christian at the age of 16. My Senior year, nothing happened.

The summer after senior year, I went on a missions trip to Portugal. That changed my life even more, I saw those people living in such filth! Yet, they found peace and strength in Christ. It strengthened my faith even more.

I believe in Christ, because He saved me so many times. Yes, a lot of things happened - but He didn't let me die.

Everything is Going To Be Fine

2008-10-31T17:57:00.000-07:00

This morning my husband and I woke up to find out that we don't have enough money to pay our rent next week. As I am sure a lot of people are realizing that too - unfortunately. But I have felt such a peace that God will provide, somehow some way we will get the money.

My blessed ever so wonderful husband - who is a worrier - is not feeling the same. So we've just been praying. I have been racking my brain trying to figure out how to earn extra money - to do something. I have been online all day trying to sign up for stuff to try and earn money. I signed up for Twitter Moms and its great! I am not a mom yet, but I signed up for it anyway.

This wonderful woman by the name of Bonnie Mechelle, Christian WeiGht LOss COaCh left me this beautiful poem. It truly blessed me because everything will be just fine!

You can listen to the poem here.

God will provide that money! I have faith and believe! We commit our money to you Lord! Thanks be to my heavenly Father!

JEHOVAH JIREH, MY PROVIDER
HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME
FOR ME, FOR ME!
JEHOVAH JIREH, MY PROVIDER
HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME

MY GOD SHALL SUPPLY ALL MY NEEDS
ACCORDING TO HIS RICHES IN GLORY
HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS
CHARGE OVER ME

JEHOVAH JIREH CARES FOR ME
FOR ME, FOR ME!J
JEHOVAH JIREH CARES FOR ME

Question of the Day

2008-10-31T15:08:00.000-07:00

So, when I was younger fmy parents started showing us "scary" movies on Halloween. I put the scary in quotes because they were usually old black and white movies - they weren't all that scary to us most of the time. Don't get me wrong there were times when a B&W movie scared the snot out of me (Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds" for instance). But they were usually cheesy. We always watched "Arsenic and Old Lace" on Halloween. I no longer live at home, and I miss that.

My question is: Does anyone else have a tradition they follow on halloween?

Dunkin’ Duels Starbucks

2008-10-31T14:58:00.000-07:00

Which is your favorite? I am personally a Starbucks junkie - so much so that, I refuse to taste Dunkin’ Donuts Coffee just on principle. Seriously though, which do you prefer? Which tastes better?

Dunkin’ Donuts is so sure its coffee is superior, that they are unleashing a blind taste test against Starbucks. In their first commercial they will feature a woman in a lab coat toting a clipboard asking average joes (an auto mechanic, power line repairman, TV reporter and Taxi driver) which coffee they prefer – obviously they choose Starbu…um, I mean Dunkin’ Donuts. Then you will hear the narrator state that in a national taste test more hardworking Americans preferred the taste of Dunkin Donuts over Starbucks. The end of the commercial states: “Try the coffee that won and find out why America really does drive on Dunkin.”

They also have a website: DunkinBeatStarbucks.com; this takes even more shots at Starbucks with such lines as: “It’s just more proof that it’s all about the coffee (not the couches or music).” The online campaign also includes YouTube.com and Facebook.com

Apparently their information is true too! The chain hired a research company to survey about 500 people in different cities (including the hometown Starbucks: Seattle). According to Dunkin’ Donuts, 54% of the people preferred Dunkin’ coffee compared to the 39% who preferred Starbucks.

Hmmm, maybe I should try Dunkin’ Donuts coffee…it’s definitely cheaper.

Happy Friday!!

2008-10-31T14:42:00.000-07:00

Well, today Dave and I started talking about having kids again. I'm so unsure about whether we should start trying again! I really dont know. Dave neither actually. He made a good point - we just need to pray about it.

I'm kinda scared actually. I don't want to go through that all over again - getting pregnant to lose my baby. That was the worst thing I ever had to go through. I know we can't let this get to us...to me really. I know it's all about trusting God....but I just don't want to deal with this again. My friend has six kids and is expecting her seventh (God bless her)....but she has had 2 miscarriages. I don't know it was her first and sixth pregnancies.

I know that they say it's highly unlikely if you have a miscarriage once, you will have another (or something like that)...but what if I'm like Michelle? What if I'm the type that can't have kids?

God help me if I can't have kids!

Funny Thursdays...

2008-10-30T11:38:00.001-07:00

SO I think I have bronchitis....therefore this will be short today. Like everyone at that time, I fell in love with Tom Cruise in “Risky Business”. He was great singing Bob Seger’s “Old Time Rock and Roll”. It’s a priceless moment that has been replayed, re-enacted, mimicked hundreds of times.

Now, in my opinion Tom Cruise was the best at it. That is until I saw this latest creation from advertising agency DDB . It features Kobe Bryant rocking the mic, Alex Rodriguez and Michael Phelps busting a move while ripping it up on the exhilarating new guitars, and Tony Hawk sliding in on a skateboard to play the drums.

I have only one word to say: HYSTERICAL!

Been so sick...

2008-10-28T08:34:00.000-07:00

I've been so sick the past couple of days. I hate being sick. What I hate the most about it is: you have to work while being sick.

So, here is something funny/cute I found online:

Oh yea...

2008-10-24T19:25:00.000-07:00

So, now that I got my period...my husband wants to start trying to have kids again. I don't know if thats a good idea. I have such doubts!

I mean, what about this economy? Dave and I have some debt over our head...shouldnt we wait to get rid of it until we start? Also, I am overweight, what if I had the miscarriage because of my weight issues? I mean, I am losing weight right now, but what if that's not enough?

Oh here's the best part! My dad told David that we should not have kids yet - because we don't have enough money or something like that. My dad has said some stupid things but that just takes the cake. I know that he means well, but dang! God bless him, that's all I can say.

I just don't know. What am I supposed to do? Dave is supportive, but he wants to talk about it. I don't think I am emotionally ready for that just yet too.

Actually I think that's the biggest thing. I don't think I could handle being pregnant again. I know that I shouldnt freak out about it. I know that lots of women have had miscarriages and have kids after. Its just...I don't know.

Bad Day...

2008-10-24T19:15:00.000-07:00

Today was not a good day. First, I did not get to bed until 2:30 this morning because of work. Then, I woke up later - not a problem for normal people. I'm not normal - I have a schedule that I need to keep to if not - everything feels just wrong...I seriously think I have OCD sometimes.

So then at the end of my day, I get an email from one of the sites that I had been promoting on for work, saying I violated the TOS. I looked over the TOS again, and I did not violate any of them. Then I get an email from the CEO's secretary telling me that the articles I have been posting on a site were not acceptable.

UGH!

The site they have me writing articles for, I have absolutely NO experience in - Public Relations. So DUH PEOPLE!!! I am going to write about what I know - Advertising.

People just suck today. I think that this day feels worse only because I got my period today, so everything was just amplified by like 10 million. I can't wait to go to sleep.

Check out this Awesome Art!!

2008-10-23T22:01:00.000-07:00

Found this awesome website with gorgeous art! Here are some awesome pictures.

You can check out more at: White Walls.

McDonalds "I Won't Do That"

2008-10-23T21:02:00.000-07:00

Remember that song “I would Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)” from Meatloaf? It was a great song, made in the 80’s. I remember when Dr. Pepper came out with an ad using this song; the boyfriend did everything for his girl, until she tried to take a sip from his can of Dr. Pepper. Well, here is McDonald’s hysterical take on the song, in an ad from Egypt.

Celebrities

2008-10-23T20:58:00.000-07:00

Why are we so obsessed with Celebrities? Why do we need to know everything about them? They are people just like you and me....but none-the-less, we just can't get enough of news like: Madonna and Guy Ritchie are breaking up...or America Ferrera pants'd an panty-less (shocker) Lindsay Lohan. Why do we care so much?

Something Beautiful

2008-10-21T18:36:00.000-07:00

I just recently heard this song again from Newsboys and I had to share! Enjoy the video and the words are below it:

I wanna start it over
I wanna start again
I want a new a new beginning
One without any end
I feel it inside
Calling out to me

CHORUS
It's a voice that whispers my name
It's a kiss without any shame
Something beautiful
Like a song that stirs in my head
Singing love will take us where
Something's beautiful

I've heard it in the silence
Seen it on a face
I've felt it in a long hour
Like a sweet embrace
I know this is true
It's calling out to me

CHORUS
It's a voice that whispers my name
It's a kiss without any shame
Something beautiful
Like a song that stirs in my head
Singing love will take us where
Something's beautiful
It's the child on her wedding day
It's the daddy that gives her away--Father
Something beautiful
When we laugh so hard we cry
It's the love between you and I
Something beautiful

Today

2008-10-19T16:48:00.000-07:00

Today was the first day i went back to church since the miscarriage. Wow it was hard. Not many people came up to me, which was perfect...but there was this one family who came up to me and talked me up a storm!

Not that I don't appreciate that, its just weird. I mean this family (all girls), is awesome, sweet, kind, God fearing women. But, why ask all those questions? I guess its because they care, but hey at least I didn't burst out crying.

Oh yea, I saw Michelle today. She looked great, I believe she's about 7 months pregnant. She is having some difficulty with her pregnancy, but Lord willing everything will be fine. I am definitely praying for her.

Teenagers

2008-10-18T17:17:00.000-07:00

Why do young girls where slutty outifits and get mad at guys for reacting to them? I mean HELLO!!! Girls as young as 12 are wearing outfits that I wouldn't even wear outside now.

Especially with all those perverts out there....GET A CLUE!!

Are You Ready?

2008-10-17T18:50:00.000-07:00

I am a child of the 90's, and definitely of dc Talk. Here is an awesome video of the song: I Wish We'd All Been Ready by Larry Norman.

Last One I Swear!

2008-10-17T18:21:00.000-07:00

I went to Word Of Life Bible Institute in Pottersville, NY. That was a very trying time to be there, but this song brought me through it. These people were so closed minded and foolish, but I have to say that I am truly greatful for my time there. If I didn't go there, I would not have learned how to stick up for myself....it has very different beliefs than I do. Anyhow, this song really ministered to me when I was there, I SANG THIS SONG DAILY!

Praise the Lord!

2008-10-17T18:18:00.000-07:00

God's Mercies - part two

2008-10-17T17:58:00.000-07:00

Here is another powerful song. But I want to explain this one, because not everyone knows who Horatio Spafford is or what he went through. This hymn was written after several traumatic events in Spafford’s life. The first was the death of his only son in 1871, shortly followed by the great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer). Then in 1873, he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the S.S. Ville du Havre, but sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with another ship, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone." Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trumpet shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Horatio Spafford

God's Mercies

2008-10-17T17:37:00.000-07:00

Nowadays, there are quite few Christian singing groups that I can really appreciate. Most of them sing these empty songs. They have no feeling behind them. You know what I mean? They try to sound sincere, but they just end up sounding like Britney Spears or Maroon 5....nothing spiritual about them and they end up sounding more like love songs.

In fact, have you noticed how most "Christian" songs end up on secular radio stations? Those aren't real songs to me. There are though, some few groups that you can tell they have a true relationship with the Lord. Like: Casting Crowns, Steven Curtis Chapman (God be with him and his family), Newsboys, even Audio Adrenaline (well the old AudioA).

With the recent events that I have gone through, there have been several songs that have truly touched me. For example: East to West by Casting Crowns....

EAST TO WEST
Here I am Lord and I'm drowning
In your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don't want to end up where you found me
And it echoes in my mind
Keeps me awake tonight

I know you've cast my sins as far
As the East is from the West
And I stand before you now
As though I've never sinned but today
I feel like I'm just one mistake away
From you leaving me this way

[CHORUS]
Jesus can you show me
Just how far the East is from the West
Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of your mercy I find rest
Cause you know just how far the East is from the West
From one scarred hand to the other

I start the day the war begins
Endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again
Your Truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away
From you leaving me this way

[CHORUS]
Jesus can you show me
Just how far the East is from the West
Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of your mercy I find rest
Cause you know just how far the East is from the West
From one scarred hand to the other

[BRIDGE]
I know you've washed me white
Turned my darkness into light
I need your peace to get me through
To get me through this night
I can't live by what I feel
But by the truth your word reveals
I'm not holding on to you
But your holding on to me
Your holding on to me

[CHORUS]
Jesus, you know just how far
The East is from the West
I don't have to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of your mercy I find rest
(The arms of your mercy I find rest)
Cause you know just how far the East is from the West
From one scarred hand to the other(x2)

(Just how far, the East is from the West) (x3)

From one scarred hand to the other

Life Now...

2008-10-16T13:11:00.000-07:00

So now life is going on as normal as possible; but not really. I took a recent picture of my husband, and it seems as if he aged 20 years within the past month. Things are so different. I still blame the miscarriage on myself. Dave doesn't, but I can't help feel like its my fault.

I still am a little chunky from the pregnancy, so my self esteem is suffering. Greatly suffering. My husband has never been the romantic kind, I love him to death and I know he loves me...but he sooo sucks at that!!

So, work is going sorta well. I am a blog manager at Talent Zoo, I work on their family of blogs called OffSet Media. I am now paid per blog entry, it makes it a little more stressful...but I like writing. So far everything has been fine. The CEO and CFO told me that they are working on stuff to give me, so that I can earn more money. I am supposed to start that tomorrow.

God help us.

Dave freaks out about money so much. I keep trying to encourage him, but its like he's not listening! I keep trying to point him toward the bible, but I don't know whats happening with him. God please work in our lives! Dave told me today, that he wished he had the faith I do. I told him: "You can, you just have to believe."

I gotta keep praying for him. Then again, my father has been that same way since I was born. Then again, you never know! People can change.

Oh yea, Dave wants to go see his family for Thanksgiving. His family in Georgia. They are already having problems because we are not sleeping over. Dude, I don't mean to sound snobby - but they want us to sleep on the floor on an air mattress. Not even to mention my horrible back, but Dave has a horrible back and demands to do all the driving. So we are going to stay at a nearby Hotel.

We want to get there Wednesday morning (leaving Tuesday night) - and spend the day sight-seeing in Atlanta. Then we want to leave early Friday morning. His family hates me. That's the problem. No, hate is a strong word and its not the whole family. His mother does not like me. She is so mean to me. Her little snide comments go over Dave's head...but UGH!

She treats Dave's sister-in-law that way too. Dave's brother and her have been married for 5 years, and they have a 3 year old child together. That baby has not really spent time with Dave's mom. Its her fault!

Ok, well I have vented enough for the day. I need to go pray.

ALWAYS LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD.

JESUS IS WATCHING YOU!

2008-10-16T12:58:00.000-07:00

Late one night, a burglar broke into a house he thought was empty. He tiptoed through the living room but suddenly he froze in his tracks when he heard a loud voice say:

"Jesus is watching you!"

Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward again.

"Jesus is watching you," the voice boomed again.

The burglar stopped dead again. He was frightened. Frantically, he looked all around. In a dark corner, he spotted a bird cage and in the cage was a parrot. He asked the parrot: "Was that you who said Jesus is watching me?"

"Yes," said the parrot.

The burglar breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the parrot: "What's your name?"

"Clarence," said the bird.

"That's a dumb name for a parrot," sneered the burglar. "What idiot named you Clarence?"

The parrot said, "The same idiot who named the Rottweiller......Jesus."

Source Inspirational Archive

Thought for the Day

2008-10-16T12:49:00.000-07:00

A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble. In spite of the best efforts of the pilot the plane started to go down. Finally the pilot grabbed a parachute, yelled to the passengers that they had better jump, and bailed out.

Unfortunately there were only three parachutes remaining.

The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save lives, so I must live," and jumped out.

The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world, I deserve to live!" He grabbed a parachute and jumped.

The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace".

The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry, Father. The 'smartest man in the world' just took off with my back pack."

Submitted by LMMyers

MORAL OF THE STORY: DON'T BE SELFISH!

What has become of us?

2008-10-16T12:18:00.000-07:00

Saw this from Jim Borgman who is this great, Cincinnati-based cartoonist. He took a fun look at the mainstream weigh in on the shiny new tools.

Economy Bailout Song: AIG, Freddie Mac, Lehman Bros

2008-10-14T17:47:00.000-07:00

I don’t need to tell you this, but our economy is doing just horribly. Just like everyone else in America, when I found out the news about AIG, Freddie Mac and Lehman Brothers…I was floored, flabbergasted.

You see I worked at AIG, about 3 - 4 years ago; and during their new hire orientation - which lasted 4 hrs - about 90% of the discussion was concentrated on how big and powerful AIG was. AIG was the parent company of “hundreds” of smaller companies; had thousands of employees; and was making millions of dollars in investments. At the end you were left thinking, “Wow, I work for a great and powerful company.” But anyway, I digress.

With all that is happening, I thought that we could use a laugh or two. Here are a couple of guys who made a very funny song about the state of the economy.

The Importance of Color

2008-10-13T20:16:00.000-07:00

Daily, I am amazed at how important color can be to some people. Where I might see that the color should be Blue, others (clients, friends, family – whoever), see Red – and then blame you for the color problem :o). Now, if this is a client then – obviously – they are right. But what if I see no color? What if all they see is color…and have a problem with that…what do you do?

During this election, I have been flabbergasted by the violent outcry of people against Obama. I cannot remain silent any longer; America is not as far evolved as we would like to think. Now, I am not trying to sound pro- anyone…I am merely making a point. I read on CNN.com, that people are actually expressing their decision to not vote for Obama merely because of his skin color. Gerry McEntee is the President of the American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees. He is also a leader in the AFL-CIO’s 2008 election program. He spoke recently, at a labor rally in Ohio, of his frustration about the refusal, of some white union members to support Obama.

"When it gets real bad, and they never -- with this one -- look you in the eye, 'Well, I can't vote for him,' " McEntee told the diverse union audience. "This doesn't even come out in code -- it comes out like this: 'I can't vote for him because he is a black man. He's not one of us.' Well, sisters and brothers, when you hear that, you know what you ought to say? This is what I say: 'That is bull----! That is total, absolute bull----!' "

In my other blog, I stipulate that McCain has a lot to do with this foolishness. I don’t mean to imply that he is the main cause; I mean to say that he is not helping things at all. He is truly the perfect example of what America used to be. He recently said in a rally that “he indeed respected Senator Obama, and thought of him as a decent man…a family man, and that there was no need for anyone to fear him if he were to be elected president.” But I think the damage has been done.

I received a comment on that blog entry in which the person implied that if the shoe was on the other foot, the liberals would be screaming that the world would come to an end or “how gay people are going to be locked up”. You know what? I agree with her to a point. I doubt the liberals would be screaming “Cane McCain to Death!” or something else too violent to think about. Then again… :o)

Come on people. What is the deal? How can color be so important?? Here are some awesojme words from dc Talk, that I think we need to start listening to:

Pardon me, your epidermis is showing, sir
I couldn't help but note your shade of melanin
I tip my hat to the colorful arrangement
Cause I see the beauty in the tones of our skin

We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all

CHORUS:
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
And we are colored people who depend on a Holy Grace
A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's heart
By God's design, we are a skin kaleidoscope

We've gotta come together,
Aren't we all human after all?

Ignorance has wronged some races
And vengeance is the Lord's
If we aspire to share this space
Repentance is the cure

Well, just a day in the shoes of a color blind man
Should make it easy for you to see
That these diverse tones do more than cover our bones
As a part of our anatomy.....

Doing Better

2008-10-08T19:00:00.000-07:00

doing better lately. I am finally able to go outside without crying. But I feel very self-conscious when I do. I feel like I am as huge as a house. Guess my depression is moved on to other things.

Well, on with life. It totally sucks though.

Losing Someone

2008-09-29T14:27:00.000-07:00

We lost the baby. My heart hurts so much! I feel like its all my fault. I know that its not, but still...........

God, Help me!

Morning Sickness

2008-09-17T12:07:00.000-07:00

Why do they call it Morning Sickness.....when you get it all day? I bet it was a man who came up with that term...lol. Pardon me while I go ralph...

Why??

2008-09-15T14:03:00.000-07:00

So this past weekend was interesting. I have been feeling a little bit large....yea I know "Duh, you're pregnant!". But still, as a woman who has always struggled with her weight...this is hard. Anyways, this past weekend we saw Dave's parents. Hmmmmm, well its the first time we have seen them since finding out...and the first words out of her mouth is "Jessica, you look pregnant!". Oh yeah that made me feel reeeeaaaaallll good. Yea, she's a real joy.

So, I am showing a little. Not really though, it just looks like I'm gaining weight. I feel like I am like a thousand pounds. Not cool! But like my wonderful husband keeps reminding me: "You're having a baby!".

It STILL doesn't feel like I am pregnant! The only symptoms I have is a bigger belly. and bigger knockers. Maybe I am farther along than I think. According to the book, the symptoms I have makes me seem I am farther along. Dave swears that I am farther along. At one point, he swore I was 6 months along. Forget the fact that we only started trying 2 months ago, and my last period...thats a little too gross even for me.

But, you know what? I can't help but think...am I having twins? There are a couple of reasons, I tested pregnant a little early and I can not stop eating! I am soooo hungry! But then again, that could just be nothing. Who knows...

Been A While...

2008-09-12T15:37:00.000-07:00

Its been a while since I last posted. A lot has happened since then. I found out that I am pregnant! Its our first child and I am so freaked out! According to my last menstrual period (LMP), I am about 7 or 8 wks. We made an appointment for our first OBGYN appt., not until october though. I think I may be farther along than that though.

I have been very crampy, and sick! I feel like this is never gonna end! I have my morning sickness at night, which is good cause I can sleep it off.

Dave has a sinking feeling that we are going to have twins. I don't know...all I really care about is keeping our baby healthy. I have a thyroid condition, so it's very important I keep track of that. They told me that I have to keep on top of my condition, if not I can have a miscarriage at any point during the pregnancy. Its got me a little worried. But I know God is in control.

I still have doubts that I am pregnant. I don't feel pregnant at all! With the exception of my aching boobs, nausea, extremely late period and 3 positive pregnancy tests. LOL. I can't wait until that doctor's appointment, so then we can hear the baby's heartbeat...and finally get those fears out of my mind!

Batman Midnight Showing.....

2008-07-18T12:08:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I have been a die hard (or so I thought) fan of Batman. Back when I was younger, the original Batman movies never sat well with me. I am talking about the ones with Michael Keaton, Val Kilmer and Gerorge Clooney.

They made Batman seem like a joke, comical. I would leave the theater dismayed after watching one of their movies. But then came along Chris Nolan and Christian Bale [Sidebar: Oh, how much I love Christian Bale!! I will watch him in anything!! He is such a great actor!!! Next is the Terminator SALVATION movie]. Oh, how they have restored my faith in Batman and movies again!

So last night(or really this morning), Dave and I went to see The Dark Night movie. It was so awesome! Words can not describe......except to say it has to be seen! It was actually my first midnight showing ever! I was a little aprehensive about it. I was wondering if we were gonna be the only people in the theater. Then I started wondering what people would be in the theater with us......so much was going through my mind. I had no idea what to expect.

So, Dave and I got to the movie theater about 9:15pm to get our tickets. We saw that there was a couple of people in line already. Dave and I started to make fun of them, but then the ticket guy told us that they had broken some sort of record with the number of tickets they sold. They were expecting almost 2000 people for the first showing. They had 11 theaters set aside for the movie, and had already sold out of 6 by the time we picked up our tickets.

We live in a small town (again, or so I thought), so we figured if we got there around 11pm for the show, we would be fine. This guy was telling us basically we should come in early, so we did. We were able to sit in our seats @ 9:30pm. Dave was so happy that we were able to get the two seaters, but I was grumpy because we had to sit there for 2.5hrs to wait for the movie.

Thankfully it went by fast. Reason being are because of the fans that came in after us. There was this group of about 20 college age kids that came in around 10pm. The first thought that came to my mind was "Great! These knuckleheads are gonna make such a rukus, and ruin this movie for us." About 5 or 6 of them were dressed up as the Joker....and I mean all out dressed up....make up and everything! Then there was this kid with them, oh such a geek, so cute. He was dressed up as Batman. Old School Batman (think Adam West)! It was so cute...yet not really. He had the tights and everything! His special-ness was all out there for everyone to see. They were the true die hard fans.....one could argue.

But I do have to say that they were good movie goers. They were respectful to the movie (and others)! Yes, I am shocked....college kids usually ruin movies for me. But is was great! Maybe one or two cheers....but I have to say I was joining in with them [Sidebar: If you don't cheer at that same part....then you are not a true Batman fan]

All in all a very good time. Again, it was my first ever midnight showing, and I loved it. Will definitely hafta do it again!

GO SEE BATMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Life........

2008-07-15T12:44:00.000-07:00

So, this is life in a recession. Where, no one can buy anything, and prices are going through the roof! I know my profile picture has a black and white picture......but that is actually a picture of my Grandmother. This is an updated picture of me and my honey.

During the last recession, I was only 2 or 3. This sucks! I lost my job last month due to "business being slow"...yeah that's code for "Your work is better than mine, so I am going to let you go". Which, quite honestly is the truth in this case. I was doing more work than my manager, and suggesting to her ways to better the business. Yeah, stupid me. But hey I learned, and shortly thereafter, I got a job with Talent Zoo. THANK GOD!!! So, now allegedly me and my honey are supposed to be saving money by me working at home? Right?

WRONG!!! With gas prices going up.........the prices of everything else is going up too! Maybe I should have paid more attention in Economics at school. This sucks greatly!! We (like most Americans today) are in debt to our credit card company. So my parents have suggested moving in with them until we can get rid of that debt. Its such a tempting offer, but dang! I don't want to move back home!

God knows what "fun" I had at home, and I ain't looking to get back in that again. But, I do hafta admit that my parents stated we would take over the basement as our "apartment", but I don't know! I know its a situation that is too good to be true. It's definitely a train wreck waiting to happen. Dave is on the fence about it too.

WHAT TO DO??!! I mean do we move in with them or do we move into a smaller apartment that is cheaper? We live in a three bedroom apartment. Should we just moved into a 2 bedroom? How much less can we go? All I want to do is be able to live on my own.......but should I just swallow up my pride?

Redeeming Post....

2008-07-13T10:39:00.001-07:00

Okay, so because of my last post, I feel like I need to have a redeeming post. Need people to see that I am not only about the job.

Speaking of not being only about the job; I wonder how people (who are all about the job) do it. How can they have a fulfilling life? How can they have any life? I am a Blog Manager for Talent Zoo, and I get emails from all hours of the night from people. It makes me sad. I used to be all about my job. I used to be a Reports Analyst for a company called Carey International. Loved the job, I mean I was all about the job! Would get to work at 7:30am and wouldn't leave until about 5:30 or 6pm. My boss loved me, I was always there for her, got her lunch, ran her errands. I was basically a personal assistant and definitely not being paid for it. But I never complained, I did it because I felt bad for her (no one liked her); and I wanted to learn from her as well (of course).

But, then, my husband started to work overnight, and I never saw him. My boss used to tell me that I had the best type of marriage, one where I hardly ever saw my husband. Needless to say, I started leaving on time from work (so I had more time to see my husband), I started taking my lunches (to have lunch with my husband) and I was penalized for it. My boss used to let me do whatever I wanted, but when I started being a normal employee and not being all about the job.....she watched me like a hawk as if I was....I don't know, a thief or something.

My boss was all about the job. She would come to work at 8am, and sometimes wouldn't leave until 7 or 8pm. When she would talk to her kids on the phone, it was as if they were a bother to her. How can people talk like that to their kids? [Sidebar: I know kids are annoying, but it's another thing to constantly telling them that they are annoying or that they are really bothering you]

You know that movie: "The Devil Wears Prada"? Awesome movie right? Well, my boss was just like Meryl Streep. I just felt so bad for her. She was a very shrewd business woman, but she had a horrible, very sad personal life.

I finally left that place, to work at Talent Zoo. I now work from home, and see my husband more. Which is quite honestly totally awesome!

Yea, there are times when he annoys me (what husband doesn't annoy his wife); but I have to say that honestly we have never had a better relationship. We actually have fun together. And when he goes to work now, it doesn't bother me as much. Next step getting knocked up!!

But to get back on topic, how can people have lives working around the clock? They would never see their families. Never see their kids grow up. There is this song, I don't remember the name of the song, but the gist of it was: this man who was so busy with work and his life; that he never had time for his son. But then he retires (or something like that) and he now wants to spend all his time with his son and his son has no time for him. It's so sad, but so true. I can't help but feel bad for those people, I mean yea some of them are filthy rich.....but money doesn't guarantee happiness (no matter what people think).

But now, even as I write this, I realize that without some of those people working around the clock...we wouldn't have some of the wonderful things what we have now!

So you know what??

KUDOS TO YOU PEOPLE WHO WORK AROUND THE CLOCK TO BETTER OUR ECONOMY!!!!!

Say the Words: I Love You

2008-07-11T16:27:00.001-07:00

I have lived in New York City my entire life (well the majority of my life). I thought that I had it all! I never would have imagined living anywhere else. Now I live in Maryland. What events brought me here? 9/11.

I lived in New York (well Staten Island) up until 2006. But, 9/11 really changed it all. Before then Manhattan was a busy place that had this essence, that just made you want to be there. I have to admit that once I turned 18, all I wanted to do was get a job in Manhattan for the simple fact that it was New York City! The smell, the feel, the idea that New York brought was.......well, there are no words. I mean there is nothing in this world that beats New York City in the fall. It just has this wonderful crisp smell to it.....well at least outside of the subways :o). There was also this feeling about living in Manhattan during the fall, it was crisp; upbeat; fast paced....just plain THRILLING. [Sidebar: I hate Spring and Summer so we just wont talk about those seasons and smells that came along with them...if ya know what I mean] New York City in the winter......almost inexplicable! Same crisp feeling as fall, but better because New York City knows how to do Christmas! Christmas in New York is something that everyone, and I mean everyone, needs to experience. It's absolutely beautiful. And to this day, I will always visit because that is apart of me. New York City never leaves you.......whatever your experience is. It truly is a memorable place. Boy do I love New York.

But then, that day happened. And as everyone knows it effected everyone. I lost two friends that day, could have lost my parents (if they weren't early to work.....). That changed everything for me. I was Pre-Med at a local Staten Island college. I was going places. Then when that day happened, I couldn't bare to say goodbye to my parents as they went to work everyday. I had to say I love you to those I loved, as they were leaving the house (even if they were going to the corner deli) - I still do that to this day. But all Americans went about their lives. Almost seeming to forget about it. But those of us who lived in the 5 suburbs of New York City never really forgot. It was everywhere......signs on cars stating who they lost that day, people you met everyday, American flags everywhere (literally on anything in some cases).

But, it was livable. Then....oh, then started the harassing of anyone who even remotely seemed Arab. I went to pump gas at a station that was run by an Indian man. He was so nice and sweet (well to me at least), but on this day he had this look on his face. It was a heart wrenching look, it seemed as though someone just ripped his heart out and stomped on it over and over. And during that time (the 2 years following the attacks), it was not abnormal to see that look on people's faces. But not this time, no at this time there were these two idiots who had parked their car in the station's parking lot and were hurling insults and threats at him. Telling him, that "we don't want your kind here; go back home Ahmed!" Stupid things like that. I just wanted to run over and give those knuckleheads a slap in the face. All I wanted to yell was HELLO!!! HE'S A HUMAN BEING!!! Now, who knows he may have been.......I don't know, but what I do know is that no one, NO ONE should be humiliated like that. Unless, they are horrible..........no, that's topic for another blog. That was the only viewing of hate that I saw, but I knew it was there. Everyone did.

You could "go on", but not really.....you see in every public transportation area, in Manhattan, was always filled with some sort of army presence. On the Staten Island ferry, there was National Guards with machine guns taking the boat ride with you. There would be times when there would be a National Guard boat travelling along side the ferry. They would be looking at every olive skinned person with suspicion, with distaste even (just being observational not saying that its true). I remember one time going home on the Staten Island ferry during the dead of summer, and there was this man on the ferry with this huge, thick parka. The fear that shot through me, oh I will never forget it. Turns out that the man was just an insane homeless person, but still it's not a place I would live in anymore. I want to be able to live without the thought: I wonder if my husband was coming home today alive or not. Wondering if my kids would be able to play outside. I didn't want to wake up one morning to have the threat level raised (again) and travel to work with National Guards and their machine guns.

I moved to Maryland and I don't have as many fears. In fact, I don't have any....okay maybe a couple but that's only my husband has a tendency to drive a little crazy. People here are so laid back, I don't think I will ever get used to that. [Sidebar: I am not delusional, I know I have to be cautious everywhere, but I don't have the same intense in-your-face-worries as New Yorkers, and if you hadn't guess yet...I am a huge worrier - it's getting better but...]

But the only problem I have living outside of New York City is that people just seemed to say: "9/11...what's that? That happened long ago, you really should get over that." And you know what? They are right, we do have to move on. But we should never forget.

Never Forget 9/11.