Things About Me I Bet You Never Knew

I know, I'm totally copying. But this is such a good idea, I just had to steal it! (I hope the person I stole it from doesn't mind too much.)

1. Most of the time, my outfits consist of half spy, half cowgirl style. (Like a fedora and pinstriped business jacket, and a denim skirt with a bandanna insert and cowboy boots.)

2. My name is originally Irish, but is most popular in New Mexico. (And it doesn't really sound like it's either of those.)

3. I'm afraid of thunder, yet at the same time, I like it.

4. Some days I hate the color orange, other days I love it.

5. My fave thing to do on a very rainy day is watch the cars drive through the giant puddle in the dip in the road by our house, and cheer for the brave ones that drive fast so that the water splashes and makes a wave taller that their car! (And I REALLY like it when we drive through it!)

6. I like to eat the crust on my pizza first so I save the best part (the pizza) for last.

7. I can pick the lock on my bedroom door, the bathroom door, and my brother's door in under 10 seconds.

8. I name all our family vehicles.

9. I pretend my remote is a microphone when I'm singing along to theme songs on TV shows.

10. Not only do I talk to myself, I also argue with myself.

I'm only doing 10 for right now, but I'll probably do more later. :)

A Step Into The Past

The other day we watched some home videos. One was my parent's wedding, which I had never seen before. Oh my goodness, it was so strange! I mean, it's hard to believe they're the same people. And since that was before I was born, it was like going back in time. And of course, everything was 1990's. The outfits, the church, the music. (Which, BTW, my mom picked out 6 songs for the wedding. 6 whole songs!)Oh, and my mom was blinking like crazy because she was wearing contacts. And then, neither of their wedding rings fit! Hah! Poor folks. Seriously, I'm still a little freaked out. Am I the only one? Do the rest of y'all even watch home videos and wedding videos? And then we watched one where I was a baby and we had just moved into the new house. It's amazing how much I looked so much like I do now even back then. Memories. This is random, but apple juice, puffed wheat, rice krispies, PB&J, dried apricots, and Safe-T pops (lime was my favorite) all remind me of my childhood, because those were the top things we ate. (That I can remember. And I don't know how or why I remember them. That was when I was like, 3.) What I really love is all the little books Mom used to read me. I'm really attached to them. I'm going to save them forever. One of my favorites was Good Dog, Carl, and I nearly had a cow when my mom got rid of it. She said it was because it had pen scribbles in it. I grew up with those pen scribbles! We bought a new Good Dog, Carl book, but it's just not the same! It's too... un-scribbley.

Ladybugses

I remember when I was little, every time I found a ladybug, I would say this little rhyme: “Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. Your house is on fire, and your kids are all alone.” Hahaha. I have no idea why I used to say that! (Um, does anyone know if there's a real version of that?) And I grew up realizing that generic stuff that they sell at stores isn't as good as the real thing, so... well, I thought that those round Asian beetles were ladybugs, so I decided to call the puny red ones (which are the real ladybugs) "generic" ladybugs. *sigh* I was a strange child...

Why Did Jesus Fold the Napkin?

Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I
never noticed this....

The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed
over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave
clothes.

The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly
folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.

Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to
the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the
entrance.

She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom
Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the
tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other
disciple outran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in
and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in.

Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen
wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head
was folded up and lying to the side.

Was that important? Absolutely!

Is it really significant? Yes!

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you
have to understand
a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had
to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this
tradition.

When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure
that it was exactly the way the master wanted it.

The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait,
just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the
servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished.

Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe
his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that
napkin and toss it onto the table.

The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the
wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done'.

But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and
laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table,
because..........

The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!'

He is Coming Back!

His Blood Still Sets Men Free

I love this song. Has anyone heard it? The words are so powerful!

Three crosses stood on Calvary's hill, it was crucifixion day.
The time had come to pay sin's debt, and death was the only way.
A hammer and a soldier's swing beat out redemption's sound;
And from the hands that healed the sick, His blood came streaming down.


There is no curse on Golgotha, like there was when Jesus died.
And the crowd has passed away that stood and watched Him crucified.
Two thousand years have come and gone, since that day on Calvary;
But the blood that flowed from God's own Son is still setting sinners free!


And from precious veins, the sinner’s chains were broken by the blood.
And the rusty nails shook the gates of Hell, had started a crimson flood.
To one and to all, who would heed the call, are waiting liberty.
And the truth remains, and will never change; His blood still sets men free!

Path In Trees

I think I shall put a pretty nature picture on every page from now on. It'll give you something to look at other than an endless sea of words. LOL

A Child's Heart, page 2

The next morning, Wendol woke up to see Justace standing in front of the door, peeking through a crack. “Justace, what-” “Shhhh!” He hushed the little boy and motioned for him to come stand next to him. Curious, Wendol searched until he found a crack at his level to look out of. He saw a man standing in the doorway of a run-down house nearby, yelling and shaking his fist at the girl in front of him. After the angry man went in side and slammed the door, the girl turned and proceeded to stomp off down the street. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Justace said as he slipped out the door. Wendol watched as Justace approached the girl. After talking for a few minutes, Justace returned with the girl right behind him. “This is Rylen. She’ll be staying with us for a while.” Rylen spoke up “Only till I kin find’s me some work.” She said gruffly. Wendol studied the girl. She looked to be about 12. She had honey-brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and wore dirty, torn clothing. “Well what are you starin’ at?” Rylen snapped. “Sorry.” Said Wendol softly. Justace cleared his throat. “Well, let’s all have supper!” He said cheerfully. Over leftover fish and crackers, the three shared their stories. After Wendol told of his sad fate, Rylen asked, “What was you doin’ on the fella’s property, anyhow?” “I was just trying to rescue a kitten that was caught in a trap.” He replied. Rylen just snorted. Then she told the boys about her life. “My old man’s a drunk, see? And so he expected me to provide for the two of us. But when I got fired… he kicked me out of the house, the good fer nothin’ scoundrel. Wendol looked up at her with a somber look on his face. “That’s so sad, Wylen.” “Yeah, whatever.” Rylen said nonchalantly. Later that night when Rylen went out for a walk, Wendol asked, “Justace, why doesn’t Wylen like me?” Justace sat down beside Wendol and sighed. He was quiet for a moment, and then answered, “Rylen probably does like you, even though it may not seem that way. She’s had a hard life, and she’s probably not used to kindness.” “But she acts like she doesn’t care about how bad her life is.” Wendol said. “Oh, she does. But… well, sometimes people try to hide their true feelings.” “Why?” Asked Wendol. Justace tousled Wendol’s dark-blond hair. “I don’t know, buddy. We just need to pray for her, okay?” “Okay, Justace.” Said Wendol smiling.