Until then...

Insecurity. Loneliness. Anxiety. Inadequacy. All of these things have been surfacing in my life,...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 23:42:43 -0400

Insecurity. Loneliness. Anxiety. Inadequacy.

All of these things have been surfacing in my life, and I don’t understand why. God has been so good to me this semester, as always. I have had a light load, gotten to know some pretty amazing people, spread the Gospel, grown in my relationship with Him… I have a roommate that loves me so very much, a family that supports me in my ignorant impulsive decisions that always fall through, friends that are there every hour of every day…

Beyond that I have a sustainable car to drive, a roof over my head, food, Netflix, coffee, shoes, clothing, the BCM, clean bathrooms on hand- pretty much everything I could ever need to get through.

So why in the world have I been dealing with— almost tangibly feeling— the spiritual warfare in my heart? It seems like when God is taking care of me the most, when I feel His presence most- Satan is attacking the hardest. It makes it so easy to just throw in the towel and be lukewarm. Some days I wonder if it is even worth it. Then I remember God’s promises to me:

That He will carry out the work He started (Phil 1:6)

That He works all things together for the good of those who love Him (Rom 8:28)

That the reward in heaven is great. (Matt 5:12)

That He will give us rest when we are weak. (Matt 11:28)

That He is with us. (Isaiah 41:10)

And there are so many more. Somehow, when I feel like I am not going to make it through the day, or that I cannot face certain people, or that I am doomed to disappoint… When I show up to class unprepared, or my bank account goes in the negative, or I don’t know how I am going to wake up after the late nights… Somehow, I lay my head on my cold pillow, and a smile creeps on my face. I know that Jesus is my Savior, my Lord, and that this season of stress and loneliness is temporary. I know that I may be rejected by some, but that He never will. He will never, ever think I am not good enough. He loves me: ALL of me.

This was crazy chaotic and sporadic and random, but I hope it helps someone.

Your bad day is someone else’s good day: Rejoice in that.

Your good day is someone else’s bad day: Pray for them.

Every day is the Lord’s day, and it is absolutely necessary to celebrate that with every breath you take.

Fight the good fight these next couple of weeks, brothers and sisters. Summer is right around the corner, and Jesus is on the throne.

Haiku Character Study- Gollum

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 21:41:29 -0500

bookhaiku:

Consumed by the ring

He dwelled in the dank and dark

Until Baggins came

Perfect.

Haiku Character Study - Dobby

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:54:28 -0500

bookhaiku:

Freedom from a sock

Faithful to the very end

Here lies a free elf

Haiku Character Study - Albus Dumbledore

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:54:19 -0500

bookhaiku:

Man of great stature

Grand but flawed, in the end he

Wished for more than socks

"Believing in the God who fashioned all the beauty she admires in nature, she finds His creative..."

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 00:42:23 -0500

“Believing in the God who fashioned all the beauty she admires in nature, she finds His creative essence built into her very fiber, and knows that her questions are more than allowed- they are an aspect of her faith.”

I Don't Know a Thing

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 15:24:00 -0500

This is something I have realized in the recent weeks. I think I know, and then I come to the understanding that I have no idea. I have always been a control freak, and it drives me insane when I can’t know, but in some aspects of my life, I just can’t.

I can know what I am going to get at the cafeteria or the coffee shop (assuming they have it) and even what shoes I am going to wear tomorrow, but I can’t know who my future husband is, what my career will be, or what the weather will be like next month.

Lately, I have these expectations built up. I have desires to have specific relationships with specific people, or I want a specific night or event to go a certain way. But most of the time, it never happens. I wanted to go to Boyce, it fell through. I signed up to go to Spain, Berlin, and Italy: they all fell through. Most recently, I made the impulsive decision to go to Belmont and finish up there, even though I have less than 30 credit hours left for my undergraduate studies. And once again, that too is falling through. I have begun dissecting these situations and asking why they’re happening.

Why can’t I just go where I want to go or live where I want to live?

Why won’t HE just talk to me when I want him to?

Will I ever find my place in Murray and feel “wanted,” even though I only have a year left?

Why didn’t I get to go to Boyce or Europe?

All of these questions surface, and all of them have the same trend:

What I want.

And God has shown me lately that nothing in this world is about what I want. It is about what I need.

I may want to go to Boyce, but I NEED to be in Murray right now.

I may want to live in Nashville or Louisville right now, but I need to invest in my time in Western Kentucky.

I may want to catch a specific gent’s eye, but God has someone out there that I NEED. And HE will want to pursue me and fight for me in a way I couldn’t even imagine or dream.

I can find a reason for every single one of these “fallen” plans that I made and see God’s providence in them.

That trip to Berlin? I ended up going to Jamaica instead, and meeting some of the most incredible people I have ever met. I got to climb a waterfall and spent hours a day with precious little Jamaican kids.

Boyce? I ended up staying in Murray, and finding confidence in myself as an artist. I set my major in stone and I have been in full-force since. I went on a spiritual journey that made me realize seminary is not where God wanted me, and my intentions weren’t pure.

I have met SO many new people in my last year or so at Murray. People I never would have met if I had gone somewhere else. I have met people in the last MONTH that have already flipped my world upside down. I see now that I never earnestly prayed for these things, but my gypsy soul was just ready to get out and explore everything.

I don’t want to miss out on the adventure. But that’s the thing: Life IS the adventure. It’s impossible to avoid. I’m following Christ with my whole heart now, and allowing Him to just direct my path.

Because I don’t know a thing about anything.
And I have to let go and stop trying to control everything.

I do hope and pray that there is a guy out there that has these same desires, and that maybe our desires and wants can come together, and we can find our need for each other through that. God has it all planned out. He’s such a mad scientist. I love it.

Enough for today. My brain is about to explode with uncertainty and lack of understanding.

Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make profit.” Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that.”

-James 4:13-15

Until then...: Dare I Say It?

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 13:44:16 -0500

Until then...: Dare I Say It?:

February 14th, 2-14, Single’s Awareness Day… That’s right. Today is THE day. The day of lloovvee. Valentine’s Day.

My entire life I have dreaded today. From the time the cute boy sitting across form me wouldn’t let me borrow his heart cookie cutter in the first grade before the class valentine’s…

It’s that time of year again! I’m sharing this post because it’s amazing to see how far I’ve come in the last few years. It’s also a way to encourage my single friends who dread tomorrow. There are other ways to go about Valentine’s Day that can make you feel better AND glorify God in the process. Win-win!

The "Art" of Growing Up

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 16:08:04 -0500

For the first time in my life, I have a dream.

God has been doing quite a number on me since my return from Myanmar in November. I hit the ground running, and didn’t really give myself time to think or consider what my next step is going to be in life. I am on the brink of turning 23 years old, and it is time to make some choices. College has been fun, and I have learned a lot, but not enough. You go to college to get a degree and become educated in something, and with the degree I’m currently seeking (Liberal Arts), I feel as though I have learned… well, nothing more than surface values of subjects across the board. It is great for people who are striving for a multi-disciplinary degree, but I took the easy way out. I have prerequisites in everything from Criminal Justice to Economics to Chemistry to Sociology… to Anthropology… to Psychology… to English.. to Math.. and, well, you get the point.

So what does this mean? I could graduate in a year with a degree in the basics. For the rest of my life, I will stare at that extremely expensive piece of paper framed on my wall and think… why in the world did I do that? I have been discontent for months, and more recently, I have been begging God for direction. Last week, He gave me just that.

I changed my minor last minute to Studio Art in hopes of spending my last year as a college student in studios. I love art, always have, but I have always been too arrogant to be educated in it. I signed up for a painting class last year in Paducah, and I loved it. I am currently taking Printmaking and Ceramics, and I have just been elated.

I’m in my element. I’m with my people. I feel so… at home. I spend hours in the studio, then go home and sketch. I have been living and breathing visual arts since the semester started. God has been growing my confidence in who I am as an artist, but at the same time humbling me. His intricacy really is something to be praised.

Back to my story: I was joking around with a friend last week about her posts about Nashville. I have been wanting to get down there for months, and I know that it’s where God wants me post-graduation. I have an urge to get there, and I have been seeking this Lib Arts degree to hurry up and get going on my life. So, she made the comment that I should just move there and then I could be a part of their world daily. I kind of laughed it off, and went on about my day.

Later that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All I could think was, ‘Why not? I’m heading there anyway, why not look into schools in the area?’ I hopped on my laptop (not literally) and went to Belmont University’s page. Their art program seemed incredible. I decided to ask this gal about it more. I hopped on Facebook, and threw the idea out there, asking if I would even fit in there.

In this process, my heart was stirring. It felt SO right. I was thinking ninety to nothing about housing, a job, what it would be like to live there, go to school there, be immersed in the culture of Nashville that I have longed to be a part of for so long… If it was even POSSIBLE.

I texted my cousin, and began asking her questions about housing/jobs/etc because she has lived there for a bit of time. As I was texting her, my friend from Facebook messaged me and proceeded to tell me that she and her two friends/roommates have been looking for a fourth roommate for months, since October, but every situation has fallen through. She said she didn’t know how serious I was about moving down there, but if I was, I could live with them.

My jaw dropped.

I haven’t been asking God specifically for Nashville. I haven’t even asked Him for a single place or time or anything like that. All I have asked for is direction. And He has given me just that.

I know I have said this before, and I have even hesitated writing this post, fearing something is going to go wrong, and I will have to publicly announce all of this has fallen through, but it is time. I have a dream, and I want you to join me in praying for that dream to be lived out.

I talked to my dad today, and he said something pretty profound: I don’t want you to spend your life pursuing your dream… I want you to pursue your dream, and live your life in it.

That’s so awesome. And so true. And this is me, laying it on the line, realizing I have nothing to lose, and following what could be the first step to the rest of my life. Is it going to be expensive? Yes. Is it going to be trying? Yes. Is it going to be worth it? YES.

So, as I ramble on, I want to tell everyone thank you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for trusting me to draw and sketch your children’s beautiful faces. Thank you for allowing me to paint murals on your walls. Thank you for your encouragement and your faith and support in me. Without even realizing it, you have made my decision so much more clear.

My dream is to wake up every morning and do art. God has given me this talent, and I want to bless people with it. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get there, and this is the first step.

So, Fam, I am begging you to start praying for me. Today. Pray that this process goes smoothly, that God provides every penny needed, and that I am doing nothing less than seeking His kingdom and His glory in all of this.

I love each of you so very much, and I hope that you are as excited as me to see where He takes me.

“But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it. In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”

Romans 8: 25-28 NASB

-K

Newtown and Tragedy

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 22:51:07 -0500

John 9:3 “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life.”

I read this verse and feel chills rush down my spine. My thoughts have been like a pendulum swinging these last few days over the shooting in Connecticut. I have no public opinion on the situation on gun control or bullying in schools or whether or not Obama’s tears were real in his address to the nation. I just can’t find the words to express how my heart is agitated.

But this verse- oh, how this verse gives me peace. Little unnamed babies die every MINUTE around this world of malnutrition and other preventable diseases, and I don’t see memorials in their names, Facebook burning up about water purification and sex trafficking control, or people mourning, advocating, weeping over them.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Evil is evil and that’s all there is to it. Good and evil both exist. If something is not of God, it is evil, and the acts that took place Friday were evil. I mourn over the loss of those innocent children, but I mourn at the loss of children every day. Parents find out on a daily basis their children have been taken away from them. These events were tragic, but know that good is going to illuminate so brightly that the bad will one day be destroyed.

Lives are going to be changed through the deaths of Friday morning. Men and women across this nation will awaken from their slumber and rise from the ashes and take a stand against evil.

Whether it be homicide or disease, death is a fate we will all encounter, and it does not discriminate on age. Life is too short to spend deciding on whether guns should be banned or what that shooter’s final thoughts were.

Spend your time LOVING people today. Hug your loved ones, tell them you love them, bake them some cookies- SOMETHING. Be Jesus to those who are helpless. Because those children and teachers did not sin and deserve their sudden deaths, and neither do the diseased orphans in Africa that no one hears about… But each incident, however popular or noteworthy, happened for God to somehow, one day be glorified through it.

We don’t understand His ways this hour, this day, or even in this lifetime. But know our God is One who comes full circle. He will bring it all back to Himself because THAT is why we exist.

I cannot wait for the day I get to meet those brave little warriors who got to celebrate Christmas 2012 with Jesus. I hope I get to hug their necks in eternity.

I love each and every one of you, I mean it. If there is ever a time you need someone to talk to about anything, no matter how acquainted we are or how silly you feel your issues may be, please know I want to hear you. I want to pray for you. I want to love on you like Jesus loves me.

Water Into Wine, video

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 02:21:16 -0500

Water Into Wine, video:

Okay, so here’s the song that goes with the previous post.

Water Into Wine

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 02:06:10 -0500

I guess I thought that it’d be easy, ‘cause people always speak of peace. And now I’m picking up the pieces left of me, ‘cause I can see that it was You breaking me. -Chris August, “Water into Wine”

Well, I’m back. It has been just over two weeks since my feet have hit American soil, and I hit the ground running. Between making up classwork, writing papers, coffee dates with friends, Sunday School touring to share about the trip, and working almost an hour away from my apartment, I am BEAT. I don’t sleep much these days. I didn’t see daylight for THREE DAYS the first week I was back from Myanmar, and I still feel the jet lag lingering (hence my racing thoughts at 12:30am).

Last night, I had the unexpected opportunity to meet with my dear friend and former roommate, and she is always a breath of fresh air. What started out as picking up a film for a paper turned into a four-hour long conversation about life, relationships, God, and a little bit of everything else. She has this way of pulling my thoughts out of me, and I realized something sitting on the couch with her: I still haven’t given myself time to process the shattering of my heart on the other side of the world. I haven’t given myself time to dwell on what happened to my heart, my soul even, overseas last month.

I began aimlessly rambling about all of these things that had been jolting around in my brain, dying to become solidified memories and applications that I could cherish for the rest of my life. I honestly don’t even know where to begin, but one common theme remains: God broke me.

Culture shock smacked me in the face less than a week after being back. One Wednesday, we were in a village in Myanmar, listening to Brad and Pastor Aung preach Jesus to people who were new to even hearing the Gospel, sharing testimonies, singing songs, coloring elephants, and clothing these beautiful people who had no material possessions. The following Wednesday, I was in the kitchen with my grandmother, preparing a feast for my family, dipping cherries in chocolate and licking my fingers between batches. The temperature of the room was comfortable, I heard Black Friday commercials in the living room, and I was texting my family on my iPhone, making plans for the holiday. I couldn’t help but think about the children I met, their precious smiles, being ELATED to kick a deflated soccer ball around in dirt with me. I felt so guilty. I felt so convicted. I didn’t understand what was going on.

That Sunday, we shared about our trip to a class, and one of my team members said something that really stirred my heart. He said that he received an email from one of the pastors we met asking how we were doing, and Shannon told him he was preparing for Thanksgiving. The pastor replied that he would be going out into a village and evangelizing to a lost people group. So while I was kicked back, watching football and being in a turkey coma, I know that one of my fellow brothers in Christ was spreading the Gospel.

I keep thinking my heart has been heavy, but as I think through all of these thoughts, it’s the complete opposite: it was broken. While I was in Myanmar, God shattered my heart into millions of tiny pieces, and I gathered what I could to bring back home, but I just couldn’t get all of the pieces. This road ahead of me isn’t easy. Walking across campus, being asked what I want for Christmas OVER and OVER again, choosing an outfit out of my overflowing closet every morning, picking a playlist to listen to on my iTunes… it’s a different WORLD here. I am struggling fitting back into it.

There isn’t an ounce of peace in my body these days. I love Myanmar, and I love the Burmese people. I know this has been a sporadic conglomeration of thoughts, and I apologize for that, but it’s what is on my heart. If someone actually takes the time to read it, I guess I should have some sort of take-away so your time wasn’t wasted.

If you go on an overseas trip, you will be changed. Prepare yourself for that. But know that it is one of the best experiences you could ever have. I am a different person coming back from Myanmar. Our worship pastor, Brad, was our team leader, and he challenged us with this passage in Matthew:

Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. -Matt. 7:7 NASB

He told us to figure out what our “it” is. My “it” was letting go. Letting go of the person I have wanted to be, and letting who God created me to be take the reigns. God is changing me from water into wine. He is changing YOU from water into wine. He is making a miracle out of each of us, and how SWEET it is to know that He chose me to be a part of that.

I know I joke about my love for Chris August, but in all seriousness, his song Water Into Wine has been my testimony post-Myanmar. It spoke to me before, but little did I know that God was going to bring me to tears tonight listening to the lyrics to that song. The quote at the beginning of this post is some of the most beautiful, applicable lyrics I have ever read/heard.

Brothers and Sisters, please search your hearts after reading this. Find that “it” in your life. Fall on your knees and ask God to break your heart for something. The juxtaposition of the peace and pure chaos is invigorating. It keeps me up at night. With all of the stress and turmoil I have been through these last couple of weeks, I would do it all over again tomorrow.

marktheshark: Was going through my phone’s voice memos today...

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 09:01:07 -0400

marktheshark:

Was going through my phone’s voice memos today and found this nugget of joy. Mike D and I were sitting around in a greenroom on Winter Jam when this melody popped out and I quickly pulled out my phone to record it so it wouldn’t be forgotten. It later got turned into Sequence 4, or God You Came.

For the Birds...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 22:22:00 -0400

²⁶Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? ²⁷And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? ²⁸And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, ²⁹yet I tell you,even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. ³⁰But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? ³¹Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ ³²For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. ³³But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Matt. 6:26-33

I live in the “country.” My backyard is a pond, a garden, and acres of trees; my front yard is a 100-yd driveway with a cornfield across the street. There are no street lights, hardly any speed limit signs, and I’m shocked that there are even yellow lines on the road. I love it. I can sit on the front porch and just listen and rarely be interrupted by sirens, horns, or the hustle bustle of the city. It’s so… peaceful.

Last week, I was lying on the porch swing, eyes closed, trying to clear my ever wandering thoughts.

All I could hear was…………. birds.

At first, it was just a few, but when I relaxed my mind and focused, I could hear hundreds of them, singing in this insanely beautiful, semi-chaotic way. Every voice, every chirp was completely different. Every once and a while I could hear a couple of them communicating with one another.

I laid there for probably a good five minutes, and I found myself teary-eyed. I began worshiping my Savior right there on the porch swing— over a bunch of birds! All I could think about was how HUGE God is. Just as each of these birds has a voice crying out, we are crying out to Him, and He hears us. Just as each of those birds had a unique voice, we do. I began trying to distinctly recognize one bird, or single out one, but I couldn’t. It was just a big blob of chirps.

How incredible is it that God can single us out!? He hears our EVERY request. Our every prayer. Our every cry, hurt, and utterance of worship and praise. I’ve heard it said that He knows every hair on our head and every blade of grass, but it was so REAL to me in that moment. My feeble mind is incapable of distinguishing voices of birds chirping simultaneously. How much GREATER is He who singles out BILLIONS of voices, crying out, in a choir of prayers, every single second of every day?

Brothers and Sisters, when you hear those noisy birds, just rest in your Father’s majesty. A mockingbird outside your window could go from a nuisance to just another way to fall on your face before Christ and worship Him. He really does know what He’s doing.

Thank You, Lord, for the birds.

From Wednesday...

Fri, 11 May 2012 18:31:36 -0400

Tonight, I was invited to a small group meeting by some customers at the shoppe. In the middle of nowhere, I sat in a circle with about 15 40-70 year olds and listened to a lady share her story of redemption through the blood of Jesus. As I looked across the room, tears filled my eyes. This little tribe of older wiser adults that have lived full gritty lives and me, a selfish 20-something single... We’re able to gather in the name of our Father and just worship His greatness. We ate, we prayed, we sang… It was beautiful. I hope to do it again so soon.

Tonight, I am thankful. Thankful for Sweet CeCe’s and the connections it has given me. Thankful for fellowship. Thankful for freedom. Thankful for my Jesus.

Trust is dirty.

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 00:39:47 -0400

1 Be gracious to me, O God, for man tramples on me; all day long an attacker oppresses me; 2 my enemies trample on me all day long, for many attack me proudly. 3 When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. 4 In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can flesh do to me? Psalm 56

I want God to be enough for me. I want to trust Him. But I don’t. And today, a friend told me that (paraphrased) if I’m not trusting God, my perception of Him is off. If I’m not trusting Him, then what I know of Him isn’t accurate. It has haunted my thoughts all day to think I have a misrepresentation of my God, my Healer, my Protector, my Deliverer. I feel so dirty. I feel so ashamed. I have ran my Jesus like an iPhone app, using Him to my convenience and letting Him run in the background until He’s just taking up too much of my energy, so I lay Him to the side until I need Him again and He’s worth the drainage. I’m so selfish. I’m so driven by my flesh and my deceitful wicked heart. I can’t bear the thought of Satan grinning at my insecurity and lack of discipline.

Lately, I have disappointed. I have hurt and I have ignored. I have looked out for my own interest like Paul’s letters have never been glanced upon by my eyes and soaked into my heart. Those words are ETCHED into my memory… “not only looking out for your own interests, consider others more important than yourself…”

What good is head knowledge, brothers and sisters?! It’s VANITY if it isn’t lived out. And my life has been in vain. And I don’t know how to escape it. This is my S.O.S. This is my stress call. This is my surrender. God, please, I’m begging You…. Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me. I am a wretched fool that can do nothing but hide my face in Your presence. God, please, redeem this terrible sinner. I truly, truly, cannot go on like this. My hands are so clean and manicured because I haven’t taken the time to get them dirty for You or Your Kingdom.

Callous my hands. Bruise my knees. Show me what is good and keep me from my flesh.

kdecillo: This is my inaugural Help-Portrait team. I couldn’t...

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 21:41:18 -0500

kdecillo:

This is my inaugural Help-Portrait team. I couldn’t be more thankful for this group of people who rallied around me in support while the vision was still foggy, the outcome still unknown.

When I said I needed volunteers, I saw countless hands raised.

When I needed money for prints and supplies, it came—one envelope at a time.

When I needed backdrop fabric at 11pm the night before, tables moved, lights set up, workflow established— it happened.

When I needed to feed my volunteers, pizza was delivered.

There’s no way I can even recall all the little (or big) needs that surfaced on event day, and that’s due in whole to having a team of people who were willing to do whatever they could to serve the cause— even if it meant wiping runny noses or coloring with kiddos while parents proofed images.

December 12, 2009 is a day that changed my life forever.

We were blessed with enough resources and man-power to comfortably provide 24 families with a portrait experience. You know how many called to set up an appointment? 24.

I have similar stories from each instance of H-P— proof of the Lord’s hand in the details—reminders that He is so faithful. And while Help-Portrait is about giving hope and help to others, it helps me, too. It’s my loaves and fishes experience. Every time I doubt whether I can trust God to meet my needs, I think about H-P and cannot deny that when you pray in faith, God provides.

When I look at this picture, my heart does a serious happy dance. I can’t wait to meet my new H-P family in just three short days.

*I have to note that SO many people who were integral to H-P coming to life are regrettably missing from this picture.

I can’t get over how hilarious this guy is. Derek showed...

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:03:59 -0500

I can’t get over how hilarious this guy is. Derek showed it to me last night and I was cracking up the whole time. So many one-liners… I can’t even begin to recall them to you. We WILL see this guy on television one day.

Remember remember the Fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder...

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 03:20:35 -0400

Remember remember the Fifth of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot!

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Mon, 31 Oct 2011 01:59:02 -0400

Romans 8:28 from Da Jesus Book

Thu, 27 Oct 2011 00:10:41 -0400

Us guys know dis too: God make everyting come out all good fo da peopo dat get love an aloha fo him. Befo time, God wen go make plan wat he goin do fo dem, an he wen tell um awready, “Come wit me! Be my guys!” (Fo Da Rome Peopo 8:28)