Sunday, December 23, 2007
Okay, I'm a lover of all genres of music. Or, at least, I thought I was. Recently, I've re-evaluated my love of music and why I love it. Well, classical is just awesome. Instrumental jazz is fun, and I like to listen to anything that gives me a happy-go-lucky feeling. Christian and choir are the BEST!!! Uplifting God should be music's sole purpose. But the same music that used to make me happy and excited now makes me positively ill. I asked myself, why do I like rock? Well, I don't know what the answer used to be, but now I can't just say "the sound of it". A while back I slipped into a routine of listening to "bad" music. Rock, rap, whatever. Then I came up for air and breathed the holy ghost back in. I asked God to help me be able to resist the temptation of listening to stuff like that. Although I didn't realise it at the time, it DID affect me. I was flipping through the stations the other day looking for Christmas music, and I heard a rock song I used to love. So I listened to it. When I was done, I realized that I felt dirtied. Like I'd done some kind of horrible crime and I was feeling guilty. I was upset and frustrated, my temper had shortened and I was an absolute wreck for about an hour. Then, like a week later, I was at my friend's house talking to her before she went to work and she was blasting rap music. I didn't really pay much attention to it, then I caught myself singing along with a song I used to listen to alot. Apparently, I'd never listened to the words before. I felt so degraded. The lyrics were stomping women into the ground. Cursing and vulgarities were being tossed around in spades. Suddenly, it was abundantly clear. Yes, God had helped me. But He also enlightened me.
In heaven, before Satan was tossed out on his ear, he was the leader of all music. It makes PERFECT sense that he would use his one special talent to sway our very impressionable minds to his thinking, and, eventually his will.
LOOK around you, people!!! What do you see when people go to rock concerts? Mosh pits! What are they? Random people just start throwing punches, and fights progress. Anger and evil infiltrate the malleable minds of those exposing themselves to such evil. In clubs, they play rap for one reason: to get people to dance. And this ain't no ballroom dancing, classy style. It's dirty. People rubbing up on each other and getting them into a mood unfit between strangers. Which leads to pregnancies, diseases, violence, and so on. Why wouldn't Satan use this as a way to influence the paths our minds take? HE'S BRAINWASHING OUR YOUNG PEOPLE!!! HE KNOWS HIS TIME IS ALMOST UP, AND HE'S THROWING OUT ALL THE STOPS TO TAKE AS MANY OF GODS BELOVED WITH HIM!!! WE NEED TO PROTECT OUR YOUTH!!! OUR FUTURE YOUTH GROUPS NEED TO HEAR THIS NOW!!!!!!!! DON'T assume they KNOW it's "wrong"!!!! You TELL them it is and WHY!!! It 's much easier to fight an enemy you can see than if you're blindsided!!! Be blunt. Use scripture!!! Your children will be teaching MY children someday!!! They'll be the preachers and pastors for MY children!!!! I want my children to KNOW wrong from right. I want them to know why. And I want them to know how to fight it. BUCK UP!!!! FIGHT FOR them!!! They're SCREAMING FOR HELP!!! I know because I used to think that in the back of my mind a long time ago!!! Yeah, if my parents had checked my mp3 player, cds, and computer, I would've been mad!!! But, honestly, I knew it was wrong. I just didn't know how to stop myself. I was begging for it to end, I wasn't happy. but noone bothered to check. They just assumed that I "knew". STOP assuming!!! It took alot of painful situations for me to hear God trying to help me! YOU'RE supposed to be the voice of reason when you're kids are growing up. They need help, even when they don't vocalize it. I'm on my soapbox, I know!!! But, I don't want it to get harder for my kids because no one bothered with the details! LET's GO already!!!
Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them DILIGENTLY unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up. Deuteronomy 6:6-7
Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him. Proverbs 22:15
Okay, I'm done now. Prayer and teachings are needed now more than ever to my generation and the next. Satan knows just how to trap children and brainwash them. I think it's fine time he get more than the occasional slap on the hand!
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Okay, so I was SUPPOSED to be going to TBC this semester, but I have NO clue how that's gonna happen! There have been complications and I'm not entirely sure I'll be leaving til...later. I'm not gonna say WHEN because every time I DO it doesn't work out. So...
Oh yeah, even if I DID go, Alicia and I wouldn't be roommates. Apparently there's a gal who doesn't know anyone going and she wants to room with her. So, I have no choice but to forfeit rooming with the amiable Miss Evans. I'll live. I'm sure we'll still be invading each others dorms quite a bit.
These pics were taken at the Plex during our section one lock-in this past Friday Night.(If you click on the pic it'll expand)Alicia and I in one set (with our well-deserved tiaras) and Jess and I in the other. It was lots of...fun. I got to see my Lindsey, Misheree, and Catherine. I was happy as a clam. (And sorta soggy too. Whoa, that night was muggy, even INSIDE the building)
So that's the happenings of this saddened lil' gal. All will work out for God's will. Smiles.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
A - Available or Single? Single
B - Best Friend -- Anyone who buys me ice cream.
C - Cake or Pie? Pie Pie PIE PIE!!!! I LOVE PIE!!!!
D - Drink of choice-- Orange juice, water, blue Powerade and anything unique.
E - Essential Item - My watch...and my Bible
F - Favorite Color - Red. It was purple most of my life. Then yellow for a long time. Now red has stuck with me.
G - Gummi Bears of Worms? WORMS. The sour ones!!!
H - Hometown - Anywhere and everywhere.
I - Indulgence - Uhhhh...errr...more than one! Ice cream,pie, Snickers, Hershey's bar. GODIVA chocolates, Starbucks, G. candy bars...
J - January or February - I don't care. I hibernate at this time.
K - Kids - Nope. MAYBE someday! I'm still teetering on the single adoption thing.
L - Life isn't complete without - God of course, my church, and ice cream.
M - Marriage date - Heh. Riiggggghhht. Future wedding date: rapture.
N - Number of siblings- Four. Two chimps, a weasel, and a mink.
O - Oranges or Apples - ORANGES!!!! Sometimes Granny Smith apples.
P - Phobias/Fears - tight, dark spaces. Sleeping without a blanket. Being stranded on a desert island...without Blistex.
Q - Favorite Quote - "It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior."
R - Reasons to Smile - God saved me from a bad life and gave me a good one. And He gave me ice cream.
S -Season(ing) Seasons - All of them. Except bitter winters.; Seasoning - Jalapeno anything and Cajun seasoning.
T - Tag Three - Jessica, Kyle, and Stephanie Wiens
U - Unknown fact about me - I'm a genius!!!! Okay...I have to have a blanket covering me up when I sleep, and I prefer to sleep in a cold room with a fluffy blanket and a ginormous teddy. (My teddy's in storage...
V - Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals - I like my veggies...but I like steak better. Kill the cow, slice it, put some Worcestershire sauce on it and I'm good.
W - Worst Habit? Consistently not exercising. And making lists that half the time don't get a follow-through.
X - X-rays or Ultrasounds - Neither. God put my body together. If something goes wrong, He can fix it or I can die. (I will never need an ultrasound.)
Y - Your favorite foods - Italian, Chinese, Moroccan,Japanese, and American.Anything new or exotic.
Z - Zodiac - I don't really care. But I am a Sagittarius and I was born the year of the tiger! GRRRRRARRRR!!!
Arighty then. Let's hear it from the rest o' ya!!!!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Saturday, June 2, 2007
I found it extremely ironic how I went through something that this applies to. And last night at the world's most AWESOME youth gathering at church, I was able to let it go. I recieved this a while back from Heather Napier and just now got around to reading it. And also, last night after the service it was pretty much resolved. It's amazing although sometimes frustrating, that when God allows you to go through something, He won't fix it until you learn to live without it.
"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more that once and it's harder every time. you'll break a few hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take as many pictures as you can, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you will never get back.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
These pictures are old school!!! This was last summer when we took LifeSavers out to Oklahoma City to have a little fun!!!! I wanna say omniplex, but my mind's gone a bit blank. You know where they have that museum-like thing where kids can look and experience and learn about cool things like physics, astronomy, meteorology, et cetera? That's the place! In the picture above, I am standing in front of my dream!!! I have ALWAYS wanted to fly!!! Nothing attached. But to avoid suicidal activities, I agreed that flying in a jet or with a (my personal fav)...HANG GLIDER...would be ideal! So here is the monarch glider...it's HUGE!!!! Oddly enough, for those of you that know me know that I love butterflies the best!!! Heh. Imagine that!!!
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
I saw Sister Mandy in Kohl's yesterday and waved and made quick conversation, I noticed she glanced down,(later I discovered she had probably noticed the ring) as I was flouncing on my merry little way. Well, five minutes passed before it dawned on me that I didn't think to explain my ring!!! So...
NO.I am NOT secretly married or engaged. I simply wear the ring to dissuade vulgar members of the opposite sex from hitting on me or whatever. I wear it on base and at work. So, if you see the ring, that's why.
Now I just have to explain to Sister Mandy...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
If you don't know her already, meet my future roomie, Alicia Evans...
She's way too much fun, and we always have a blast when we're together!!! Although we only live twenty minutes apart, for the last three years we've traveled eight hours away, twice a year just to see each other!!! We decided at HYC never to do that again!!! We went to TBC and bonded. We saw the "other" more annoying aspects of each other and survived!!! We are gonna have SO much fun at TBC!!!
I LOOK LIKE JOHNNY DEPP!!!!???? Well, if I have to look like a man...at least it's a good-looking one!!! I'm gonna do it again with a straight face later...once I get a picture on my computer with a straight face...that'll be hard!!!! :)
Sunday, April 22, 2007
There is something incredible about this painting. I wish I could have found a larger image of it, but this was all I could find. When I was fifteen, this image was on the cover of the Pentecostal Herald. It caught my eye, and my heart. Yeah, sounds smooshy, but it's totally weird how it worked. I was a very hard-hearted individual, my pastor from Stillwater said of my family just before we left, "Randy is so smart and helpful, Patti is so generous and kind-hearted, Andy's...(oops, I forgot what he said about him)...Staci's so sensitive to God, and Aimi...(he grins and tears a bit)...Aimi's one tough cookie." Then he proceeded to tell how much I'd changed while being there. Luckily. :)
I've never been easy to get at. Or at least it has always appeared so. (I don't always show what I'm feeling. Most of the time, I don't.)
Anyways, when I first glimpsed the magazine laying out on the foyer table, I picked it up, sat in the sanctuary alone and cried. This woman was not a pure and righteous soul. You have to have many issues to be what she was. Hard hearted even. For her to so boldly approach the King in such a fashion of humility and worship, was beyond me. I remember replaying that scene from the Bible. She comes into Simon the leper's house where the Lord is eating.
"[...] And one of the Pharisees desired him that he would eat with him. And he went into the Pharisee’s house, and sat down to meat.
37 And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,
38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
39 Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spake within himself, saying, This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner.
40 And Jesus answering said unto him, Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. And he saith, Master, say on.
41 There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.
42 And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly forgave them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?
43 Simon answered and said, I suppose that he, to whom he forgave most. And he said unto him, Thou hast rightly judged.
44 And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.
45 Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet.
46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment.
47 Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.
48 And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.
49 And they that sat at meat with him began to say within themselves, Who is this that forgiveth sins also?
50 And he said to the woman, Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace. "
This woman, who had been so cold was so touched by God, that she-WITHOUT hesitation, "wasted" her expensive and precious oils on his head, even though others criticized her. She had committed horrible things in her life, but her humility and shame combined with an unexplainable love for the Savior gave her the boldness to give the best she had, though she was not to be considered anything but the lowest form of female life.
She wasn't expecting forgiveness. She wasn't "asking" for anything in return. She knew what she was, but she, nevertheless came and worshipped the Most High.
Others wouldn't believe she had changed. Or that she was even worth anything although she had changed. But she didn't care. She pressed on. That was motivation to try my best even though my family wouldn't believe it right off. I had to show them. So I did.
I remember thinking about the evil things I had done in my life. Rebellion. Hate. On and on. I remember knowing what it felt like to collapse to the ground getting as low as I could because I felt unworthy, but I still felt that God deserved what I could give. My tears. My life. My praise. God DID change me. I have made a 180 degree turn in life. At 15 I decided to give my life to God for WHATEVER He wanted to use it for. It's all I have to give.
I still have that magazine. :)
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Okay, so we had some pretty freaky weather this past Friday, right? Well, we were supposed to leave around 5pm because that's when Alicia got off work. Coincidentally, that huge storm was passing over at about that time! Talk about cutting it close! Oddly, I wasn't worried about NOT getting to go. I figured if God hadn't wanted us to go, he wouldn't have performed those work miracles for us all.
We all met at Ian's house at five-ish and loaded up the car...(yes, I took ALOT. I wanted options, okay?)...anyway, we loaded up the car, Sister Armstrong pulled me into the house to look at Lindsey's engagement photos...(HA!!! I got to see them before ANYONE ELSE!!!! >:))) then we left around 5:30 or 6 (we said a prayer on the road). Well, the RIDE in itself was fun! Ian was driving, Daniel sat up front with him, and Alicia and I were in the backseat acting like we'd just gotten to heaven or something!!! There was lots of laughter, shared testimonies, and reading of the scripture. It rained on and off throughout our jolly journey, but we didn't really let that bother us AT ALL!!!
We were SUPPOSED to be in some big hurry to get there before midnight, but didn't really rush. We made it seven minutes before twelve!!! We were greeted in the TBC parking lot by a downpour and a new acquaintance, Albert. We did our whole unpacking thing, settled in, and-suddenly-Alicia and I were reminded by our bodies that we had not eaten the whole trip!!! So we ask about leaving campus for some grub...they said the guys could go pick up some food for us, so we called THEM. Ian answers, hears the request, and says "If you're hungry...just go to sleep."
So Alicia and I were on the verge of fleshly panic when Sister Sarah...THE most AWESOME girl AT TBC...saved us!!! She took us to her room and pretty much said, "Pretend like this is your home and eat whatever, I have to go do a room check."
So, Alicia and I chow down on some chocolate almonds and water. At around one-ish, we decide we need showers. So we took one! We got into bed around two thirty and slept hard!
However, my perpetual indulgence of sleep was rudely interrupted by the sound of a monstrous piece of technology that never should have been placed in the hands of a bunch of cantankerous college students!!!
Apparently, the guys pulling the fire alarm each Saturday morning to wake the slumbering gals was almost traditional! I remember swinging my legs over the bed (somehow knowing it wasn't a serious alarm) thinking either it was a poorly timed drill, or a prank. I simply remember yelling, with my super-long hair swinging in front of my face..."Are you SERIOUS!!!!!!!????" Alicia takes one look at me and LAUGHS!!! She, too awakened by the annoyance, had forgotten her bedding and thus had to borrow some from the amiable Sister Sarah. Minus the pillow. And so it was that she had a crick in her neck and was laughing while at the same time trying to remain stationary!!!! Talk about a funny morning!!! I got over my interrupted heaven-like state and prepared to register at nine o'clock...
Alicia go and complete our registry only to find out that we didn't have to be there until 4pm!!! The guy Alicia talked to said 9am. Only, he failed to mention that we had a broad window. So, we didn't really have to leave until Saturday morning. I was kinda glad we didn't wait though.
Anyways, they aren't serving breakfast, so we're starving, hoping the guys are up so we can eat. Right. They were still sleeping peacefully in their warm little beds!!!
So we called them and woke 'em up only to find out that they had gone to Taco Bell after we had spoken to them the previous night!!!
Anyway, that was a super fun first day and that night at around six-thirtyish we found out about Area 39. I'll never forget the students dressed up like FBI agents and scientists as we walked into the darkened cafeteria. The only dull lighting was RED!!! Our sights were blocked by many partitions and the "agents" and "scientists" had us do random things. Alicia had to hold a light bulb, I was interviewed by an "agent" with a squirt gun and we each received either a yellow or a green glow stick. Ian, Alicia, and I got a yellow one and Daniel got a green one. when we stepped into the "chapel" area, the room was lined with tables around a red glowing stage. They had races with remote control cars (Alicia rammed the car into the SAME cone repeatedly), broom and beach ball hockey (Ian broke a broomstick), and limbo(not so great with calve-length skirts on. Then an hour or two later, when the fun was "over", we prayed for the seniors. It. Was. INCREDIBLE. God spoke directly to all four of us each and EVERY service. The next day, of course, was chapel, then church. (There were activities too, but it'll take too long to fill all this in on here. Ask me about it later.) Brother Scoggins is AWESOME. That's all I gotta say. Monday, we went to classes...which, too, were awesome!!! I felt smart, I was doing the SAME worksheets the class was, and I was filling in the blanks CORRECTLY ahead of time!!! I felt like a nerdy third-grader!!! :) Homiletics was THE BEST!!! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN THIS FALL!!!!
Chapel afterwards was VERY incredible. It seemed to be just for me. Then it seemed to be just for Ian. Then for Alicia. It was a very personal time. I cannot explain the feeling. Such tugging. Such battle. Such surrender. Oh wow. If I ever had a single question about going there before, it has forever been banished from my mind. God will make a way. He's already said so.
ALL PRAISES TO GOD...WITHOUT HIM I AM NOTHING!!!
(We had fun singing with Woodlawn Sanctuary choir and Mark Schultz on the way home!!!! :))
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I've moved around alot throughout my life, (every two years it seems), and I've picked up a variety of interesting habits from each place I've lived.
First of all, no, my dad's not military. He's a chemistry professor at a university. My mom is just good ol' mom. She doesn't work a job (except the one of housekeeping), my stepdad, Jack works at a hospital as an RN. Both of my parents, quite simply, are gypsies. They can't help the wanderlust. Anyway, I've lived with my mom for about half my life, and with my dad about half my life. Always moving!
My mom taught me how to be clean, creative, and sing at the top of my lungs with the radio. My stepdad taught me to "suck it up" and toughen up. (He taught me martial arts when I was young). My dad taught me to focus on academics, think things through, and I learned most of my logic from him. My stepmom also taught me how to toughen up. She's definitely not your average homebody. She likes to be outside, working on cars or mowing the lawn. She's taught me many many more things, too. Like how to throw a baseball, swing a bat...and sew.She's very unique. She holds no grudges, she's a social butterfly without even trying, and yet she's pretty...tomboyish. That's why I love her, though.
Anyway, I have two older brothers, a younger brother, and a younger sister. Nathan's 29. He taught me to skateboard before I could tie my shoes. He's about five-four and very dark. (That's one thing about my dad's family. There are the normal kids, then there are the dark ones.) My uncle Ronnie? Short and of medium/light coloring. My dad? Tall and of the same coloring. My aunt Cathy? Very tall with almost black hair and dark skin. My grandpa was the "dark one" in a group of blondes and there's one in every "batch" of Hallfords.
Joshua's 24. He's taught me the most, I think. When I was 13 and struggling with the choice of popularity or Christianity, he was there holding my hand. When I fasted...so did he. He encouraged me and even lied for me once to prevent me from getting into serious trouble. He was always protecting me. But he'd always look at me with those blasted puppy eyes that spoke volumes. They'd say stuff like, "I know you can be better." and "Try harder so this doesn't happen again." We were pretty close in a way. I could almost read his mind sometimes. He read mine often. He's a six-two 280 lb. teddy bear. (He's built like the ideal bouncer) But I know he'd fight for someone he loves if he had to.
Andrew is my baby brother. Not smaller by any means. He's 17 and cocky as all get out. He's almost a carbon-copy of James Dean, but honestly, better looking. His eyes are bigger and blue, blue, blue. He's about five-nine and medium in build. He's the go-getter of the group. He wants to do anything that the words "Danger", "Caution", or "Warning" can apply to.
Staci is my baby sis. She's cute as a dog's ear and always has been. She used to have little perfect goldie-locks curls of white-blonde all around her head. Her eyes are hazel and big. She's really petite now, and her hair has straightened and darkened to a "dirty blonde" color. She's about five-two with a sweet face, introverted countenance, but a fierce temper!!!!!!! She's got a mean left hook that hurt just as much when she was three as it does now!