Saturday, March 27, 2010
So, my test results were:
Favorite color: Yellow
Least favorite color: Orange
Top 10 best careers for me:
1. Service Sales Representative - yeah, I think I would enjoy doing this
2. Postal Clerks and Mail Carriers - what my Dad is!! :) *haha* And no, I don't think I'd really enjoy delivering mail...clerk, yeah, maybe
3. Bible Studies - YES!!
4. Horticulture - I'm not *too* good with plants, but I think I would enjoy this
5. Farm and Ranch Management - oh my goodness, yes!!!! :)
6. Veterinary assistance - Yeah, I would enjoy this!
7. Religious Music - oh my goodness, yes!!! :)
8. Business Data processing/ Computer Operation - mmm...maybe
9. Insurance Sales Work - mmm...maybe :)
10. Cashiers - yeah, I think I would enjoy this!
Okay, let me know what YOUR results turn out to be!! :) Should be fun! Enjoy!
Friday, March 26, 2010
“Lustful Thoughts”, By Joshua Harris
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the mysterious array of black filing cabinets. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked “Lust,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
3. If you could have one wish granted (besides wishing for more wishes), what would it be?: That abortion would not be allowed to happen.
4. What's one thing that you get teased about a lot?: One of my pet peeves - when people use "is" when it should be "ARE"!!!
7. If money were no object, where would you go on vacation?: France, England or Hawaii.
This morning is just *beautiful*!! Even though there is a chill in the air, the sun is coming over our hill and lights up our yard beautifully!
When days begin like this, my heart and step are lively and cheerful! :) As I was heading out the door for morning chores and milking, I was singing (probably at the top of my lungs :), a song by Wes King (Christian artist who does not sing anymore due to throat infection) called "Life is Precious". The lyrics are, as follows:
Life is precious, life is sweet
When I get depressed.
I take for granted
This life You've given me.
There are a million ways
I've been so richly blessed!
I can't imagine,
Not being able to see
I live by faith in the One
Who gave Himself for me.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
So, the theme for the photos is supposed to be "color". :) I didn't have too much time to think of colorful things that I could take photos of, but these are two photos I found in my folder that I thought were pretty colorful. :) What do you think? I don't think they'll do too good, but hey! It's worth a try! :)
This is a goose egg shell (don't worry...the egg itself is blown out :) that my Grandfather painted. Isn't it amazing? This one he did especially for me. :)
Another contestant (and dear friend :) is Lindsay at "Content in Christ". You should see the photos she's entering! Fun, fun!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Which one do you like the best? :)
But I will never forget the moment little Grace was born. After 4 years of not having a little one in the house, she finally came! :)
She is growing so much, though. :( She'll be 2 on July 29th (6 days after Mother is due!). I cherish the pictures that I have of her. Following are two of my favorites. :)
How old is the youngest in your household? Do you hope your mom has more? What are some fun activities that you enjoy doing with your siblings? Don't take this special time with them for granted.