Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Sing to him...

Sing praises to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.
psalm 105:2

I will praise you, O Lord, with all of my heart;
I will tell of all your wonders!
psalm 9:1



I was sitting here this evening...trying to study for finals, complete a paper and listen to a lecture online. However, the Lord was calling me to my knees (and I mean literally down on my knees). To worship Him, to praise Him, to sing songs to Him. And to share with you His wonderful acts and mighty wonders!!

Isn't this girl a beauty?
A true wonder and work from God's own hand?
When I look at her, I see a carefree smile.
When I talk to her I hear a hope in her voice.
Then I am reminded of her once frail and battered body.
I am reminded of her bald head.
Still...just as beautiful.
The same smile, the same voice, the same heart within.
Cancer.
Why does that word feel like a knife stabbing me in the chest?
Ever since I have known Katie she has been battling cancer.
While miles now separate us,
we are somehow always in tune with one another.
She sent me a text message this evening that read: "I got good test results. My tumors are shrinking."
I could not help but to stop everything I was doing to join in and rejoice with her this evening by giving praise to the One who deserves it!
Nevermind every treatment, every appointment, every poke, every prod.
Our wonderful and faithful God has shown himself this evening.
Now my friends, believe me, this is no small feat.
Our God deserves all the glory, all the honor and all the praise.
I love you Katie!

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Who's counting? I AM!!!!


39 more days and I'll be on a plane to Haiti!!!


I cannot wait to feel each little warm embrace!

I cannot wait to sit down and take a bite of rice and beans out of each bowl!

I cannot wait to see how they've grown since August!

I cannot wait to hear the giggles and laughs!

And I cannot wait to love on these precious children!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Broken

I highly recommend listening to this song by Jill Paquette:

I wanted to taste life, I ran out on my own and found no place to hide
So come and catch me, so unsure of myself and if choices are free
Then why aren't they mine anymore, my sin goes before me closing doors
And the day to day has me torn between right and wrong
Where do I belong

A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
I go down, I fall at Your feet asking for You to save me
Only to save me
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive

Surely I've failed You
I've failed to go beyond grace and seek after truth
Not wanting Your mercy
Try to purchase a pardon--my deeds my currency

A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
I go down, I fall at Your feet asking for You to save me
Only to save me
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Creole Made Easy-Premye Leson

So, I have to put a plug in for my previous post. I'm still amazed I was able to get pictures of Wilson the turkey. Check it out below this post...

We'll Be Speaking Creole in No Time...


Megan is not so sure about showing off her Creole skills in front of the camera!

chajman an "the load"



sitwon "lime, lemon"

AND NOW FOR THE SHOW:


Monday, November 5, 2007

WHY DID THE TURKEY CROSS THE ROAD?



The leaves are changing color around here and it is beautiful. Just around the corner from my subdivision is a wooded area where I have seen many little creatures come from (squirrel, deer, etc). I have heard before there is a turkey that lives in the woods, but I had never seen him...until today that is. It was a nice little reminder that Thanksgiving is quickly approaching. He's lucky he's not a dead turkey!!

So I was driving down Petersburg Road and found traffic backed up about a half mile. When I came upon the scene, this is what I found. (Luckily I had my camera!!) Truckers were out of their vehicles trying to lure the turkey back into the woods, but he was content...smack-dab in the middle of the road. I'm glad I didn't have to be anywhere at the time. What an excuse that would be, "I'm sorry boss, there was a turkey crossing the road."