
Thursday, December 10, 2009
busy day

Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I'm grateful.....
Monday, November 23, 2009
life as of late
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
A Picture is worth 1000 words.....
Sunday, November 8, 2009
weekends are fun.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
the evils of email
Thursday, October 1, 2009
guard test
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Meet Bailey





Monday, September 21, 2009
the past two days....
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
CG
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
smart food
Monday, August 17, 2009
God is Amazing.....
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Gossip Problem
Well, I have my first guest-poster! This short article was written by Emma, and I think it could apply to many people's lives right now, firstly mine. Enjoy!
Far to often when young women gather together gossip is not far from the conversation. I am speaking from past experience when I say this. Gossip comes so easily and is very hard to avoid. I love to hear all the news. I want to know about what your sibling did or comment behind someone’s back about what he or she is wearing and how he or she is acting. Why is it so hard to keep away from gossip? Well there will always be the problem of sin, but in what way does that sin show itself? Many times we want to appear cool or important so in order to do that we make fun of someone else whom we think will make us look better. There may even be times when we are just gossiping because that is what every one else is doing. The Bible makes it clear that gossiping is wrong and Solomon warns us of the consequences of this sin. Take a look at this verse.
Proverbs 16:28, A Perverse man stirs up dissention, and a gossip separates close friends.
We see hear that gossiping can ruin a relationship. Now you may think that your gossip wouldn’t have that great of an effect on anyone. But how do you know? There may come a day when your gossip could really hurt someone. Look at this verse in proverbs. It clearly tells us to avoid gossipers.
Proverbs 20:19, A gossip betrays a confidence; so avoid a man who talks too much.
Are you the gossiper that this verse is warning believers to stay away from? Maybe you have never betrayed anyone’s secrets before. You might be thinking I’m not that bad so this is all irrelevant for me. You could not be more wrong. It is only by the grace of God that no one has been hurt by your unkind words, Please know that now would be the time to respond. You have the opportunity to repent before anyone is hurt. I know that it can be so hard to stop an interesting conversation because someone is gossiping, but it will be so beneficial in the end if you lead your friends out of gossiping. God can help you in your fight against gossiping, remember that he is there for you and will bless your efforts to obey him.
This is love for God: to obey his commands. And his commands are not burdensome, (1John 5:3)
Monday, July 20, 2009
WHY???
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Rasberries
So I babysat for the adorable Metzgers today, and on the way home from the pool, Rhyan spotted a rasberry bush on the highway. We stopped, and found that the whole strip was lined with rasberry bushes! Mrs. Metzger kicked me out of the car to get some.
Then later me, Becky, and Mom went back with bags and scissors and cut some of our own! Aside from a few honks and stares, it went awesome. We collected a whole bag of them! We finished the night with dairy queen and a walk in the park. It was the best.
So, next time you're on the road, keep your eye open for some rasberries. You never know what you could find!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Springfield
Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Ahhh....
Saturday, June 6, 2009
phone.

Monday, June 1, 2009
as of now...
Monday, May 25, 2009
1361 Cresmont Drive
Friday, May 22, 2009
camping
Thursday, May 21, 2009
wow
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
American Idol
birthday tonight, so we'll see if I even get to watch it. Oh, by the way, pray for her, because she just had oral surgery and is in discomfort. Not fun. 





Friday, May 15, 2009
Sister dates


Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Church Plant in Downingtown
Friday, May 8, 2009
Photography

I get really happy when I have my camera in my hands. Hence, I love photography! I think I like portrait shoots the best cause you get to really bless others through it. It's also a ton of fun! I'll try to be posting some of my pictures every now and then, after I do shoots. Enjoy!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Guilty
My lips trembled as I climbed the rickety wooden steps of the guillotine. Filthy, guilty tears ran down my dirty face without restrain. There was no turning back now, no changing. Only tears.
Why did the last minutes of life seem like a lifetime in themselves? I felt like a million pounds as my swollen, bloodied bare feet rose above the last step. The French flag, my French flag, waved overhead, as if accusing me of my country’s downfall.
Every sound was magnified times ten. In the front of the gathering crowd was an old woman, shrieking profanities and accusations through her dried mangled mouth. “Thief, dirty bloody thief!” Guilty…. Her accusations cut into my throbbing heart. Guilty….
Pitiful cries of a young child rang from the spectators, pleading. “Mummy, no. I don’t want to see him die, Mummy no!” I caught glimpse of the young mother wrenching a hold on the child, pinching him and forcing him down. “Foolish child, this is what will happen to you one day if you keep up your mischief.” The child’s wails drifted in with the rest of the crowd.
These people are here for entertainment, I thought. I blinked unwanted tears from my eyes. Thoughts of the fateful day ran through my aching mind like poison through the veins. A rich man with an oversized wallet, a crowd, a commotion, a wallet in my hands, accusations, arms, all over me, preventing me from escape. Prison. A trial, the one word from the judge’s arrogant mouth that brought me to this platform, put me in these ropes, insured my doom… “Guilty.”
I heard laughs. Two lads my age stood at the foot of the platform, pointing and mocking my plight. “Get away,” I shrieked through a sudden torrent of tears. They poked at my feet with sticks, tormenting me so I couldn’t bear it. I struggled to free myself from the ropes that bound my wrists, preventing me from ensuring the ruin of the impudent boys. The brick hard arms of a guard held me back. I pushed, but couldn’t free myself. I turned to look at my constrainer, expecting to meet eyes of steel, eyes without mercy, eyes reminding me of my impending guilt.
Instead, my teary eyes met the opposite. The soldier’s face was laced with kindness and hope. He leaned to me and whispered these words into my ear; “Vous pouvez être épargné,” You can be saved. All other sounds, the accusations, crying, and shrieking, sounds of death and hopelessness, melted away. I no longer heard them. My ears were tuned only to the words of the guard. “God sent his only son to earth, and He died on a cross.” He said earnestly, his hands cupping my wretched face. “With his death he paid for the sin you’re about to die for so that you wouldn’t have to pay for it again in eternity. Believe in him, and instead of going to Hell, in just minutes you’ll be in Heaven.” Glorious hope and understanding flooded my dark, oozing heart like water to mud. I understood the words of the soldier, and knew they were true. I gripped his hand tightly and he whispered a prayer into my ear.
He then squeezed my hand and said, “It’s time. Go with God.” The executioner grabbed me. I didn’t struggle. The crowd grew louder and louder, “Guilty!” they shrieked, but I didn’t hear them. I heard God’s voice calling me. The executioner’s black-gloved hands shoved my head into the wooden half circle. My mind was far away; I was at complete peace. Drums sounded on the platform. The executioner raised his arms to the blade. Peace. His arms came down. Peace. Everything went black, and I heard music. Then this magnificent, glorious, indescribable voice came from the darkness and said, “Not guilty.”
