Where has Johnny gone?

need i say more?

Just do it!

Every morning I wake up and rememeber that I have won another battle.

I did not call him.

I did not give in.

Everything else in my life might be falling apart. I might be giving into all my fleshly desires.

But I did not give in.

This is called healing.

It finally occured to me why it is the summer of boys liking me.

I fully gave up Jake. I have no more attachment in the back of my mind and in the corners of my heart. I am free. I am free to have rest. This must be evident to the male population. Jake was really a hinderance in many areas.

I DID NOT GIVE IN!

call call and i will come right in

"falling slowly sing your melody.moods that take me and erase me."-the frames

it is interesting that a year and a half ago i was practically begging this boy to date me. (embarrassing I know but the truth). and when i least expect it he is pursuing me. he calls every night. today he called twice and he is going to call tonight.

jessica am i being silly? because i don't feel like i am.

i like him and i am enjoying the process. Lord be glorified because i have been hurt. "raise your hopeful voice you have the choice."

jessica your opinion is important to me thank you for letting me be girly.

One in a million.

Reasons why Jessica is a great traveling partner.

I am going to the beach with thirty-seven delinquent teenagers tomorrow. Teenagers whose fathers have abandoned them either emotionally or physically. I wish they every 37 of them could have a father like mine. He is my hero. A man that completely resembles Christ is all his actions.

Happy Fathers day Steve.

Tapeworm

To be considered a bookworm one must read many books.

What if one listens to many books on tape?

Then yes, it is correct you are a tapeworm.

My mother is tapeworm. She is the only woman I know that is well read with out actually reading a single page in the book.

She is that lady that doesn't understand the first seven and a half seconds of your sentence because she has ear phones in. Very small ear phones that one can't see unless right up in her "grill" (for lack of better word). Of course one wouldn't ask her a question if her ear phones were bigger but now I am getting of track. She is always polite enought to find the pause button, which is hard for her considering she holds the cd player in the bonds of her bra and has to glance down akwkadly to try to find the correct button but when she does she is fully engaged in conversation.

I never understood how she does this because when I read a book or even watch a movie I convert into "their" world and it takes me a while, even days, to come back to planet earth. But my mother can be in the midst of most intense part of her book, the lady is about to confess murder, and she will pause to tell me where the butter is. Perhaps this is what makes her such a good counselor.

We sometimes listen to books on tape as a family. We make plenty of trips to North Carolina where Harry Potter has quickly become one of our favorite listening choices on this twelve hour journey. My father and I simply the voice of one of harry's teachers. He is conceded man but loves harry. When the reader speaks for this man he makes a long drawn out nasaley, "Harrrrrrrrrry. Harrrrrrrry Potter." My father and I often say this to eachother.

So about twenty minutes into the trip we start the tape and about twenty one mintues into the trip my mother falls asleep. I swear everytime. The man that reads the Harry Potter stories is like a sleeping pill for my mother.

You are a tapeworm mother.

Jon was telling me that the hebrew word that we use (mostly in psalms) for "cry out" actually means to scream out in a song.

Now the thought of crying out to the Lord is complete changed.

To me this sounds wonderful. Why don't we scream out in song? Why are we so afriad of our faith? Especially of offending others?

"LORD I AM SCARED"