Thought this picture was appropriate for the recent weather activity that Florida is been through. Namely, Hurricane Charley, Frances, Ivan, and Jeanne. Who's next?
Friday, September 17, 2004
Florida is going to sink
Thought this picture was appropriate for the recent weather activity that Florida is been through. Namely, Hurricane Charley, Frances, Ivan, and Jeanne. Who's next?
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Mercy
All I once held dear, built my life upon. All this world reveres and wants to own. All I once thought gain, I have counted lost, spent and worthless now, compared to this. Knowing You, there is no greater thing. You're my all, you're the best. You're my joy, my righteousness. And I love You, Lord.
Now my heart's desire is to know You more. To be found in You, and known as Yours. To possess by faith, what I could not earn, all surpassing gifts of righteousness. Knowing You, there is no greater thing. You're my all, you're the best. You're my joy, my righteousness. And I love You, Lord.
Oh to know the power of Your risen life, and soon know You in Your suffering. To become like You in Your death my Lord, so with You to live and never die! Knowing You, there is no greater thing. You're my all, you're the best. You're my joy, my righteousness. And I love You, Lord.
God has given me so much mercy lately. I have treated Him badly, put myself above Him, demanded things of Him, questioned His abilities, and refused to give up control. Yet, He still met with me, poured peace on my soul, refreshed my spirit, and humbled me. He has removed my dead heart and given me a new one. All praise be to Him who did not give up on me or leave me to my way. I have not felt this alive in a long time. He is here with me, and does not disappoint. He provides and gives me strength just when I need it the most. Even though I dislike my major, am tired of doing homework all the time, wish I could skip the next two years of college and get on with life, complain, and act like a stubborn spoiled child, He still loves me and listens to my prayers. He still calls me to Himself and desires for me to know Him intimately.
My faith has been hanging on by a thread lately, and my hope was draining from my soul. I could not see God anywhere, I did not know what to do, I was continually questioning Him and asking Him to open my eyes to what I had put in front of Him. But I never took time to listen to Him, I accused, questioned, doubted, but never listened. Then I came to a desperate place, where I had no choice but to listen to Him and give up the fight. I cried out and He heard me, He held me and took me to a place of refuge, a pasture of rest. Now I see Him, I see what I put in front of Him, now I long to worship and be with Him.
"He saved us not on the basis of deeds which we have done in righteousness, but according to His mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewing by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out upon us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by His grace we would be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life." -Titus 3:5-7
"...and He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed. For you were continually straying like sheep, but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Guardian of your souls." -1 Peter 2:24-25
"...but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly...but God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
-Romans 5:3-8
Now my heart's desire is to know You more. To be found in You, and known as Yours. To possess by faith, what I could not earn, all surpassing gifts of righteousness. Knowing You, there is no greater thing. You're my all, you're the best. You're my joy, my righteousness. And I love You, Lord.
Oh to know the power of Your risen life, and soon know You in Your suffering. To become like You in Your death my Lord, so with You to live and never die! Knowing You, there is no greater thing. You're my all, you're the best. You're my joy, my righteousness. And I love You, Lord.
God has given me so much mercy lately. I have treated Him badly, put myself above Him, demanded things of Him, questioned His abilities, and refused to give up control. Yet, He still met with me, poured peace on my soul, refreshed my spirit, and humbled me. He has removed my dead heart and given me a new one. All praise be to Him who did not give up on me or leave me to my way. I have not felt this alive in a long time. He is here with me, and does not disappoint. He provides and gives me strength just when I need it the most. Even though I dislike my major, am tired of doing homework all the time, wish I could skip the next two years of college and get on with life, complain, and act like a stubborn spoiled child, He still loves me and listens to my prayers. He still calls me to Himself and desires for me to know Him intimately.
My faith has been hanging on by a thread lately, and my hope was draining from my soul. I could not see God anywhere, I did not know what to do, I was continually questioning Him and asking Him to open my eyes to what I had put in front of Him. But I never took time to listen to Him, I accused, questioned, doubted, but never listened. Then I came to a desperate place, where I had no choice but to listen to Him and give up the fight. I cried out and He heard me, He held me and took me to a place of refuge, a pasture of rest. Now I see Him, I see what I put in front of Him, now I long to worship and be with Him.
"He saved us not on the basis of deeds which we have done in righteousness, but according to His mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewing by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out upon us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by His grace we would be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life." -Titus 3:5-7
"...and He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed. For you were continually straying like sheep, but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Guardian of your souls." -1 Peter 2:24-25
"...but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly...but God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
-Romans 5:3-8
Friday, August 27, 2004
United Nations Day
I was listening to random music on my computer and the song, "Let there Be Peace on Earth," started to play. Usually this song makes me laugh at how UN-ish (United Nations) it sounds…but today it caused me to reflect. Going to school in the Philippines was fun; we had so many all-school events/festivals like UN Day. That was the celebration I immediately thought about when the song came on. During UN Day, the whole school would celebrate all the different countries students were from. In my class we had people from the Middle East, Korea, Japan, Italy, the Philippines (of course) and the US.
During the festival, people would bring in food from the specific country they were from and everyone would have a feast! The Americans would bring Chili and brownies every year, I remember being so proud of my mom’s chili because it tasted so good! She and a few other moms would wear blue jeans and white shirts with red bandanas. Red, White, and Blue. I remember feeling so proud to be an American, but also very proud to LOVE Asian food. Janna and I would get Filipino, Japanese, Indian, and Korean food each year! It was a blast going to each booth and eating the food, learning about the country and just enjoying the different ethnicities represented. Even when I was in elementary school and 6th and 7th grade, I thought it was cool that so many countries were found on Brent School’s campus.
Another common part of UN Day, were the plays that every class would have to perform for the parents. Usually these plays were about peace and countries coming together and cooperating. They were all usually pathetic, but it was just another reason to perform for our parents and for our class to work together as a group. The reason all of these memories flooded my mind was because each year we would sing "Let There Be Peace on Earth"…so now seven, eight years later, I am missing UN Day and the community I felt at Brent International.
Sometimes it seems like the U.S. doesn’t acknowledge other countries like the rest of the world. The closest they get is Black History Month. But in some ways it feels like the only reason they celebrate is because the States feels bad for the horrible slavery that happened in this country. From an early age, the schools and just the culture pump their kids with thoughts of "The U.S is the best country in the world." "America can beat any country in war." "You are privileged to grow up and live in the States." "The rest of the world wishes they could be like America." Maybe those are exaggerations, but I felt and saw those thoughts when I moved here. Yes, America is blessed. Yes, Americans can travel anywhere without much of a problem (except for maybe France and the Middle East). And both those things are good, but where is the gratefulness? The humble thanksgiving for the blessing? I don’t know. I have to say that there are days where I am thankful to be an American. But more often I am glad I was born somewhere else and have an appreciation for other countries. I am glad I was given the ability, through my years overseas, to take a step back and look at America and see it from the outside in.
During the festival, people would bring in food from the specific country they were from and everyone would have a feast! The Americans would bring Chili and brownies every year, I remember being so proud of my mom’s chili because it tasted so good! She and a few other moms would wear blue jeans and white shirts with red bandanas. Red, White, and Blue. I remember feeling so proud to be an American, but also very proud to LOVE Asian food. Janna and I would get Filipino, Japanese, Indian, and Korean food each year! It was a blast going to each booth and eating the food, learning about the country and just enjoying the different ethnicities represented. Even when I was in elementary school and 6th and 7th grade, I thought it was cool that so many countries were found on Brent School’s campus.
Another common part of UN Day, were the plays that every class would have to perform for the parents. Usually these plays were about peace and countries coming together and cooperating. They were all usually pathetic, but it was just another reason to perform for our parents and for our class to work together as a group. The reason all of these memories flooded my mind was because each year we would sing "Let There Be Peace on Earth"…so now seven, eight years later, I am missing UN Day and the community I felt at Brent International.
Sometimes it seems like the U.S. doesn’t acknowledge other countries like the rest of the world. The closest they get is Black History Month. But in some ways it feels like the only reason they celebrate is because the States feels bad for the horrible slavery that happened in this country. From an early age, the schools and just the culture pump their kids with thoughts of "The U.S is the best country in the world." "America can beat any country in war." "You are privileged to grow up and live in the States." "The rest of the world wishes they could be like America." Maybe those are exaggerations, but I felt and saw those thoughts when I moved here. Yes, America is blessed. Yes, Americans can travel anywhere without much of a problem (except for maybe France and the Middle East). And both those things are good, but where is the gratefulness? The humble thanksgiving for the blessing? I don’t know. I have to say that there are days where I am thankful to be an American. But more often I am glad I was born somewhere else and have an appreciation for other countries. I am glad I was given the ability, through my years overseas, to take a step back and look at America and see it from the outside in.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Charlie
Hurricane Charlie~
It actually hit us in Orlando...the first time the weather people were actually right about the direction of a hurricane in our area. There was a bad case of 'crying wolf' for a couple years now. The news would get everyone flustered over a hurricane that 'was about to hit' that never did. But Charlie did...and he hit my home.
If anyone were to drive by my house they would find quite a few things missing. One-we don't have our huge oak tree in the front yard anymore. Yeah, that fell into our neighbor's yard (thankfully missing our house and theirs!). It is now currently cut up and heaped on our lawn. Two-the fence surrounding our property is now flat. That is also currently cut up and heaped on our lawn adding to the pile. Three-there are shingles missing from our roof. Mom said it sounded like people were on our roof as they were being ripped off during the storm. This is the scariest thing I think...our roof could have blown off! But it is a blessing in disguise because we needed to re-shingle our roof anyway! :)
Anyway....it was hard for me to be in Tallahassee and not with my family as all of this was going on. They called me while inside my sister's closet during the storm. My brother was telling me that our tree was falling and that shingles were being ripped from our house. Very calmly I might add...which was brave, I would have been freaking out and probably yelling at him to get inside the closet! School was cancelled for them today and tomorrow, since their schools are also cleaning up messes left by this hurricane. What an ordeal...it's going to be weird to come home now to a house without a tree. That tree was even the home of a very nice squirrel. It had claimed that tree and was even storing nuts for the winter at the base of it. :( I'm sad that it's home was blown away. Hopefully it will relocate to a better tree--one that can withstand hurricane force winds. I just re-read that part and it made me laugh out loud...here in my room. Brigitte says that was the most pathetic thing she's ever heard! ha, it's fun being quirky!
It actually hit us in Orlando...the first time the weather people were actually right about the direction of a hurricane in our area. There was a bad case of 'crying wolf' for a couple years now. The news would get everyone flustered over a hurricane that 'was about to hit' that never did. But Charlie did...and he hit my home.
If anyone were to drive by my house they would find quite a few things missing. One-we don't have our huge oak tree in the front yard anymore. Yeah, that fell into our neighbor's yard (thankfully missing our house and theirs!). It is now currently cut up and heaped on our lawn. Two-the fence surrounding our property is now flat. That is also currently cut up and heaped on our lawn adding to the pile. Three-there are shingles missing from our roof. Mom said it sounded like people were on our roof as they were being ripped off during the storm. This is the scariest thing I think...our roof could have blown off! But it is a blessing in disguise because we needed to re-shingle our roof anyway! :)
Anyway....it was hard for me to be in Tallahassee and not with my family as all of this was going on. They called me while inside my sister's closet during the storm. My brother was telling me that our tree was falling and that shingles were being ripped from our house. Very calmly I might add...which was brave, I would have been freaking out and probably yelling at him to get inside the closet! School was cancelled for them today and tomorrow, since their schools are also cleaning up messes left by this hurricane. What an ordeal...it's going to be weird to come home now to a house without a tree. That tree was even the home of a very nice squirrel. It had claimed that tree and was even storing nuts for the winter at the base of it. :( I'm sad that it's home was blown away. Hopefully it will relocate to a better tree--one that can withstand hurricane force winds. I just re-read that part and it made me laugh out loud...here in my room. Brigitte says that was the most pathetic thing she's ever heard! ha, it's fun being quirky!