Thursday, April 14, 2011
Graduation!!!!!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
She's alive!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
New Beginings
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Who I Am
Well, I’m sure you all are excited about this one. I’ve been nagged a lot by ya’ll about posting something about who I am and how I ended up where I am today. Well today is your lucky day! J It’s just a snapshot of me, and I know everyone wants the engagement story, but that has to wait a while. It will be long and I don’t know if I’m really comfortable posting it online yet. But in the meantime enjoy what you get! Hehehe!
Who I Am
I am a military brat. I will always be defined as one. J The military shaped my childhood. They sent my family to far off places and taught me to sleep anywhere anytime. They instilled a bit of the nomad into me. I moved 6 times before I was 15. That averages out to once every 3 years. To this day if I live somewhere longer than 3 years I get a little (ok, a lot) antsy.
My parents were both saved when I was very young. My dad was called to preach when I was pretty young as well. I still remember the first time he preached. I think we still have that goofy helmet! J Add preacher’s kid to my definition of me. I have been one so long I don’t think I really remember how not to be one! I might not always like it, but it defines me.
I was saved at the age of 6. A missionary came to our junior church and actually preached and gave an invitation. He talked all about what it was like being a missionary, and telling other people about Jesus. I decided then and there that I wanted to tell people about Jesus too. As he gave the invitation, I realized that I needed to be saved before I could tell other people how to get saved. I was so disappointed that I couldn’t raise my hand when the missionary asked how many kids were saved. I think it was the first time I realized that I wasn’t saved. I started crying. One of my teachers saw me crying and asked me if I needed to be saved. I said yes and she led me to the Lord. Add sinner saved by grace to that definition!
I got engaged at 18. He was the first and only boy I dated. I was engaged for 7 months. I struggled for a long time with God about what HIS will was in the relationship was. I know for a fact that it was His will to say yes to the proposal, but I knew after a time that it was not His will to get married. When I broke the engagement, it was not a pretty break-up. The break-up and some subsequent experiences with men in the next year left a bad taste in my mouth in regards to men. It took a while for the wounds to heal, but they have and now I am waiting for God to send me a husband. Add single to the definition of me.
At 19 I entered the workforce. After 4 and a half years on the career track in banking, I lost my job. I looked for a new job, but had no success. All the while I was once again struggling with God. I knew He wanted me to go to college, but I didn’t know how I was going to afford it, and anyways I wanted to take correspondence so I could work while I took classes. I finally gave in to God though and just started the process of applying to PCC. I was terrified about school. I have always been a good student, but I had never had a schoolroom experience. I was home schooled K-12. And I am older than several of the teachers. I didn’t know how that would work out. Fortunately though, God was just waiting for me to hand all of my concerns over to Him. He has been a HUGE comfort, my steady rock, the only one who I can depend on to always come thru. I have been living by faith for the last year. Every bill that comes, I don’t know where the money is going to come from, but God has always provided right on time. Finish the description of me with broke, old college student. J
So there you have me in a nutshell. A military brat, PK, sinner saved by grace, single, broke, old college student. J
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
THINK
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Wait
by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; "Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply. "My future and all to which I relate "You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . . "I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. "You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; "You'd never experience the fullness of love "The glow of my comfort late into the night, "You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee, "So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."




