Aug. 24, 2008 - A Teenager's View of Heaven

 17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for

a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told

his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I

ever wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day . He was

driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road

in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck

unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the

family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point.

I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore

said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of

life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll

see him." 


  Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the

room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered

with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list

titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which

stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction,

had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to

catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and

began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize

that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being

told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system

for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and

small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and

curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly

opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet

memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look

over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have

betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books

I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have

Laughed at ." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've

yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in

My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never

ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer

than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had

lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of

these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this

truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my

signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I

realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed

tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the

file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by

the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run

through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test

its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost

animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever

see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!"

In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had

to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began

pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became

desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I

tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.

Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel

With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.

I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell

into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they

hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees

and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The

rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever

know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed
away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched

helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't

bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look

at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to

read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He

looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger

me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry

again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many

things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one

end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name

over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to

say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on

these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive.

The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently

took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I

don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next

instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I

stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.

There were still cards to be written.


"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever
believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."-John 3:16.

"I can
do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13.

My "People I shared the gospel with " file just got bigger, how about
yours? 

Aug. 16, 2008 - Jesus and the Mud Puddle

Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call one 
Saturday afternoon a few months ago. His 6-year-old grandson Mikey had 
been hit by a car while fishing in Greentown with his dad.


 The father and son were near a bridge by the Kokomo Reservoir 
when a woman lost control of her car, slid off the bridge and hit Mikey 
at a rate of about 50 mph. Sheriff Marr had seen the results of 
accidents like this and feared the worst. When he got to Saint Joseph 
Hospital , he rushed through the emergency room to find Mikey conscious 
and in fairly good spirits.


 'Mikey, what happened?' Sheriff Marr asked. Mikey replied, 
'Well, Papaw, I was fishin' with Dad, and some lady runned me over, I 
flew into a mud puddle, and broke my fishin' pole and I didn't get to 
catch no fish!'


 As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey about 500 feet, 
over a few trees and an embankment and in to the middle of a mud 
puddle. His only injuries were to his right femur bone, which had 
broken in two places. Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg. 
Otherwise the boy is fine.


 Since all the boy could talk about was that his fishing pole 
was broken, the Sheriff went out to Wal-Mart and bought him a new one 
while he was in surgery so he could have it when he came out.


 The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey to keep him company in 
the hospital. Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole and talked about 
when he could go fishing again as he cast into the trash can. When they 
were alone Mikey, just as matter-of-fact, said, 'Papaw, did you know 
Jesus is real?' 'Well,' the Sheriff replied, a little startled. 'Yes, 
Jesus is real to all who believe in him and love him in their hearts.'


 'No,' said Mikey. 'I mean Jesus is REALLY real.'


 'What do you mean?' asked the Sheriff.


 'I know he's real 'cause I saw him,' said Mikey, still casting 
into the trash can.


 'You did?' said the Sheriff.


 'Yep,' said Mikey. 'When that lady runned me over and broke my
fishing pole, Jesus caught me in his arms and laid me down in the mud
puddle.'

 GIVES YOU GLORY BUMPS, DOESN'T IT?!

Jul. 21, 2008 - Your Hands

Your hands are precious.

Your hands are scarred.

Your hands are torn.

Your hands bled.

Your hands are holy.

Your hands comfort me.

Your hands love.

Your hands carry me.

Your hands stretch out to me.

Your hands hold my heart.

Your hands protect me.

Your hands healed the blind.

Your hands raised the dead.

Your hands turned water into wine.

Your hands hold me.

Your hands wiped my tears away.

Your hands catch my tears when they fall.

Your hands pull me back up.

Your hands break my many falls.

Your hands had nails driven through them.

And with each pound of the hammer on those nails,

You thought of me.

Your hands bled for me.

Your hands are always there.

Your hands restore me.

Your hands are so precious.

Your hands..........they hold mine.

Author~Unknown

Jun. 29, 2008 - Thanks Kimmy

this is an email that i got that i think is really cool. and if you're a cheerleader you migh like it!

Jim Reed
Munitions & Explosives Safety Specialist, NTC
Ft. Irwin, CA

Jun. 24, 2008 - tagged by whatsup14

ok, i know i was supposed to do this a while ago, but now im gonna do it cuz it looks fun and im completely bored out of my brains.......

Directions:

 1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

1. How would you describe yourself? Circle of Life- The Lion

2.What do your friends think of you? Hello-Hawk Nelson

3.What do you think about very often? Something On My Mind-Hawk Nelson

4.What do your parents think of you? Only Wanted-Stellar Kart

5.What do you want to be when you grow up? The Show-Hawk Nelson

6.What do you think when you see the person you like? Me and Jesus-Stellar kart

7.What do you think of your best friend?Meant To Live-Switchfoot

8.What do you think of the person you like?Thriller-Michael Jackson

9.What song will they play at your wedding?The Reason-Hoobastank

10.What song will they play at your funeral?Dare You To Move-Switchfoot

11.What is your biggest fear?Divercity-Tobymac

12.What is your biggest secret?Stand in the Rain-Superchick

13.What do you think of your friends?Everything You Ever Wanted-Hawk Nelson

14.What do you think of tagging 5 people?Activate-Stellar Kart

I TAG.........

who ever wants to do this

Jun. 7, 2008 - camp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

May. 21, 2008 -

ok, im bored, and im stuck at hme babysitting my sisters. and i have nothing better to do, so im gonna put some random pix  on here

May. 1, 2008 - an award!!!!

i got an award ffrom HopelesslyGeeky!!now im gonna give it to........

IndyJones

Mariah4Jesus

Crazy4Jesus

JesusFreak

ILoveMusic

XtremeSoccerGurl88

May. 1, 2008 - an award!!!!

i got an award ffrom HopelesslyGeeky!!now im gonna give it to........

IndyJones

Mariah4Jesus

Crazy4Jesus

JesusFreak

ILoveMusic

XtremeSoccerGurl88

Apr. 25, 2008 -

Apr. 12, 2008 -

Mar. 18, 2008 - tagged by POTCgirl

1.fave color-green

2.least fave color-white

3.color of pants-brown

4.color of shirt-black

5.color of fave cd-um.........

6.color of dream car-anything but white or brown

7.color that you want your mom to dye her hair-orange?

8.color of computer-white/gray

9.color of best friends brother's eyes-she doesnt have a brother

10.color of dream pet zebra-how in the world do you change the color of a zebra's fur? and why would you have one as a pet?

11.color of phone/ipod-phone:silver, ipod:mickey mouse

12.color of the last thing you ate-um............

13.find what color you answered with the most than divide it by blue-im not a math whiz, i didnt even know that you could  divide colors

14.tag as many people as there are letters in the color.-no

i tag QueenLydia, Dreamcatcher, HopelesslyGeeky, & Lexielou972

Mar. 17, 2008 - Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!!

this is one of my fave holidays b/c everything is GREEN!!!!! my fave color is green.  well, when i was a wee lil lassy (note i have an Irish accent for this day) me and my sisters would have this lil tradition that we just simply loved to do, yet we do it no more. but what we would do for the wonderful tradition is, we would find a box, then decorate it with green stickers that had f leaf clovers and leprechauns and other things like that. then we would set out that night. after we went to bed andw e were all tucked in and asleep, the leprechaun would come out and fill the box with such lovely things, such as candy and other prizes. then next mornin when we woke up, we would fine a long trail of green, leading to where the little green fello hid the box, there was enough candy in that box to last us for weeks. but it only lasted one day. ahh, the good times that we had. do you have any traditions for this specific holiday??? if so, leav a comment to tell me all about it, i would simply love to hear about it.

HOLLI

Mar. 15, 2008 -

hello to all my peeps. well i had a fun time last night....i went to a sleep over, the biggest one ive ever been to in my life, there were like 11 girls there, but i saw my first horror movie....to me anyway, i told my bf about it, and he's like it's not a horror movie, and he's never seen it, im just not used to zombies jumping out everywhere, ok? but we still had lots-o-fun. we stayed up til like 5-6 in the morning. so ya, then we ate a really good breakfast. and just had more and more fun, then i left my dad's phone there. we had to drive back to get it. lol, thank goodness she only lives about 5-10 minutes away. sooooooo.......leave a comment on how your weekend was, and maybe even add me as your friend.....just maybe.....pleaz?

Holli

Mar. 12, 2008 - Hi

Hey, In case you didnt know, my name is Holli  :o)  . um....not sure what to say bout myself. i call myself blond all the time, but my hair is dark brown (no affence to the blonds, i think blonds have more fun, lol) but anywho.....um, i have another blog (http://www.mylifenotalwayssosweet.blogspot.com). so check that out. yeah. have fun with that. i like to make up my own words, so if you see a word that you dont understand, try sounding it out or something. i have 4 pets, i dog (Molli), and 3 cats (Orlando, Miley & Fluffy). i have 2 sisters, Lydia and Abigail. well g2g, ttfn

 Holli