Saturday, July 17, 2010

ready or not

AYC here I come!!!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

home

I am home from vacation. We went to Tennessee and had fun! We went to Cincinnati on the 4th to celebrate the holiday with my family down there and watch the fireworks :)
We then went to TN( the townsend, pigeon forge, and gatlinburg area). We spent our time shopping, visiting the Titanic Museum, the Forbidden Cavern, site seeing, and hanging with the fam having fun.




Friday, July 2, 2010

prophet quotes

Here are two quotes from Prophet by Frank Peretti that I love! Right in the middle of the novel Peretti mixed some awesome awesome Truth. :)

1- If I didn't believe in some ultimate Good, I sure wouldn't be having trouble with Evil. I wouldn't try to fight it. No, I'd just let it go, I'd accept it. I wouldn't be looking for answers because there wouldn't be any.
But listen to me...there is an ultimate Good. There's a God, and He cares about us; He cares about all this mess we're into. If you're hurting, well, He's hurting too, because He's fed up with the evil, He's fed up with the pain, and I think He wants to fix it, if we're willing to let Him.
God's patient, sure, but He's righteous too. He's laid down the law, and He did it for our good, and what we need to do is quit playing games by our rules and get our acts together and do things His way again. It's our fault we're in this mess!
He's...He's God, you know? But listen, He's compassionate, and He's gracious, and He's slow to anger and full of love and...faithfulness too! He'll stick by us. He loves us, and He'll forgive us if we just turn to Him and trust Him. Sure, we've rebelled against Him, we've gone our own way, and we've...well, yeah, we've sinned. I'll say it. We've sinned and we're all feeling it tonight, right? Well, let me tell you, God is holy, and He won't leave the guilty unpunished. Just look at us! Our fathers got lazy about God, and now we're away from God altogether, and our kids...they don't know where they are! You don't think we're paying for our sin?
Listen, we need to wise up, because God won't help us if we're going to keep pretending with Him, throwing His name around and acting like we're praying, becauseHe won't take it. He'll just hide His eyes from us, and we can pray all we want, but He won't hear us because...our hands are full of blood! Ho can we claim to be good whens there's blood on our hands? We need to do some real cleanup.
In the Bible God says, 'Come now, let us reason together....Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow. Though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.' We've sinned against God, but His Son paid the penalty for us. Jesus is the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. He can be our peace and our comfort, and He can wash us clean.

2- It was night, so the place was empty; the swings were motionless, the baseball diamond vacant. He stumbled across the expanse of grass, found a picnic table, and collapsed on the bench, unable to run any further and see no use in it anyway.
He couldn't get away from God, couldn't outrun or outfox Him. There was nothing left to do but surrender.
"All right", he gasped. "All right. You've got me. I can't run anymore. I can't run. Here I am. Do what You want with me."
That sounded strangely familiar, like words he'd prayed thirty-two years ago.
Who are you really, John Barrett?
"Aw!" He couldn't hold that cry inside. He looked around, his eyes darting here and there. He saw nothing but the park.
I have laid bare the secrets of men's hearts and you have seen it.
No, no
John thought. He's going to rip my heart out, I know He is!
Now I will show you the secrets of your heart.
John began to realize what he was. He could not turn away from it. The Truth poured over his spirit, mind, and soul like a wave and he had to face it, confess it, know it.
He could not deny it any longer. His soul was naked before God.
"Son", Dad had said, "the Truth is coming after you, and it's going to sink its claws into you and not let go until you start paying attention."
The claws of the Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat.