I am a teen who loves God, Family, Tae Kwon Do, Piano, Writing, Reading, Violin, Horseback Riding, and being with friends. I am a person of many hobbies and interests. I am a Girl of Many Colors.
Fact: God wants us to be in the world, and not of the world!
What exactly does that mean? Let's break it down into two parts.
In the world- that means that we are living on this terrestrial ball. We're humans. But not of the world-this means that we are to be distinct as Christians. We are not to be worldly.
Callie really wanted to reach out to her friends. She grew up in a Christian home, but hadn't accepted him as her Lord and Savior until a year ago. Her friends were into stuff that she didn't really think the Bible approved of, but she had to reach them somehow! She had to help them see the light! So Callie decided to get on their level of things. Little by little she did what they did. Soon, she found herself acting like they did in every single way, and eventually she had forgotten everything but what her friends were doing and how she had to continue doing it. Callie was trapped.
Sad, huh?
People define "of the world" as many things. Some say Hollywood and media. Some say rock music, even if it has Christian. Some say that it's bad friends. How do you determine whether something or someone is right for you? Well, the thing is to go to the Bible. Another tip in determining whether something is okay to do is to ask the classic question, "What Would Jesus Do?" Or ask, "What would He say if he was standing right next to you?"
But, you need to beware of secluding yourself too much. God called us to be the light of the world. We need to shine and show how amazing our God is. The best example is Jesus.
After that, Jesuswent out and saw a tax collector named Levi sitting at the tax collector's desk. He said to him, “Follow me!”So Levi left everything behind, got up, and followed him.
Then Levi gave a large banquet at his home for Jesus.
A large crowd of tax collectors and others were eating with them. The Pharisees and their scribes started complaining to Jesus’disciples, “Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?”
But Jesus answered them, “Healthy people don't need a physician, but sick people do.I have not come to call righteous people, but sinners, to repentance.”"
Luke 5:27-32
So, have compassion for the world. We aren't supposed to be "holier-than-thou" people. We aren't supposed to think we're higher than anyone else because we are Christian. God is the difference. He changed our lives, and we didn't save ourselves. At the same time, we are distinct from every one else. A song by Avalon comes to mind....It's a great song about living in the world, and not of it.
In Not Of by Avalon
I hide me far away from trouble The world outside me grows darker by the day So I promise to stay here close beside Him Surely God would want His children safe Then reading, how my eyes were opened I find that He is leading us out into the world Into the middle of fallen saints and sinners Where a little grace is needed most CHORUS Come take the Light to darker parts Share His truth with hardened hearts We are not like the world but we can love it Come bring the Hope to hopeless men Until the lost are found in Him He came to save the world So let us be... in it, not of it Wait a minute If we say we love them, why are we not in it Why we run and hide Entertain a stranger Maybe entertain an angel The danger is if our worlds don't collide CHORUS We've cursed the darkness far too long We need to hold the candle high We have to go and right the wrongs We need to touch the world with love With His love Wait a minute If we say we love them, why are we not in it Why are we not in it CHORUS 2X Wait a minute If we say we love them, why are we not in it
There are two poems that I have studied in English class, and two poems stumped me. Will you let them stump you? Comment if you know the answer. Those who do not, try not to look at the answers until you think you know what it is. Have fun!
"SONNET 60" William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
What is Shakespeare talking about in this poem? (Hint: Not Nature!)
I recently heard this song on the Gospel Music Channel, and I liked it a lot. Why? I'm not sure. I like the chorus especially. :D Oh, and as always make sure to pause my music player before listening.
This Place SONSOFDAY
I am reaching out to you now I hope you see my silent cry My heart is aching from this pain I I want to leave this place somehow
But you don’t know how I feel This job is not so bad you’re here I can not take this anymore I must be stronger than before
Take me out of out of this place I’ve been here too long for too long now So take me back now to the place where To the place where to the place where I belong
I am barely breathing right now Concentrating I can’t think right now What this world wants from me I I can’t quite figure out yeah
This time I will be stronger I have to make it through somehow The road is getting crazier I’m hanging on to you right now
I think I’m crazy We're not the only ones Who get so dizzy From what this worlds become
Okay, so many of you may be wondering why I have the poll about if you learn about evolution in school or not. Your initial reaction may have been, "DUDE! What is UP with GoMC?" I hope I didn't startle ya'll!
Have you ever been in a school situation or just chilling with your best friends when evolution comes up? Has that mean old cat ever got your tongue when they start spouting off facts like an encyclopedia of evolution? Do you never know how to reply? Well, that's why I started the poll.
I'd like to make posts that are relevant with us. If it's not, then I won't write it. But the thing is, it may show up in your life somewhere, and it's best not to be caught off guard. I'd like for my "Hot Topic" posts to be like a discussion. Do feel free to comment about doubts you have about what I've written. If you don't agree with them at all, be free to argue your point. I don't want this to be a one-sided thing, ya'll! And if you have been learning about something in school or whatever that I forget to cover, please tell me!
"Hot Topics"? What is that? As I said earlier, I will be adding more stuff to my blog like the story I posted previous to this one. It'll be titled "Fiction Fix". Another one will be "Hot Topics". You know, the stuff we deal with as kids and teenagers living today.
This is this month's fiction article! :D. The inspiration of this story came from me seeing nativity sets outside of several churches and other various businesses and when I heard a story on the news about a company offering free security systems for churches and businesses that put up nativity sets. That's when I got the idea for a story about a nativity set outside of a church. The rest came pretty quickly.
Babe in the Straw
by GoMC
Shivering slightly, Pastor Steven Newman smiled as he took down the Christmas wreaths from the front doors of the church that he had recently come to shepherd. Many had seen the wreaths that had displayed bright poinsettias and berries, but unlike other wreaths it had the words “All are welcome.”
Indeed, all had been welcome to the little church during the holidays. Rich and poor, old and young, happy and hopeless- he had seen it all. He was really pleased with his little congregation of thirty-seven; they had opened their hearts and homes to all who came through the old wooden doors. Right before they had begun decorating the church with Christmas attire, he had given them a sermon about how there was no room for little baby Jesus, and he spoke about how they needed to accept a stranger, no matter who it was, into their church.*
Tucking both of the wreaths under his arm, he headed inside, whistling. Now, he mused, a new year was beginning, like the dawn of a bright new day.
“Richard, please be sure to be careful with that nativity set!” a worried woman’s voice called.
“Of course, Connie,” A low voice sighed. “I’m the one who put it up in the first place, remember?”
He stepped into the sanctuary and grinned at his wife and his little brother. Richard gave a long suffering sigh, but turned around and gave his older brother a wink, revealing his hidden good mood. Even from their childhood, Connie had been like a big sister to Richard, who was seven years younger than Steven.
There were about ten people around the sanctuary, both laughing and talking with each other or on tall ladders removing huge red bows and disassembling Christmas trees. They were almost done for they had been packing and cleaning since sunup. Almost reverently, Richard took out the porcelain baby in the bed full of straw, slipped it into its bubble wrap protective covering, and placed it into its space in the Styrofoam that had a space cut out for the baby.
Connie smiled and picked up the box it was in. “Another Christmas come and gone…”
“I think this one was the best, right, Daddy?” a little girl’s voice chirped.
Everyone looked down at little four-year-old Ashleigh.
Pastor Newman chuckled and scooped up his daughter. “You’re right, Ash!”
He turned around and looked around at all of the people. Everyone was wrapping up their work, and he knew that they had done a great job.
In a few minutes, everyone was bundled up and was standing in front of the church. Mrs. Dianne Bradford, the oldest member of the church, had a sentimental smile on her face as the walked up to the large outdoor nativity set. Her husband had been the pastor of the church before Steven had come, and he had died after a long and hard battle with cancer. Before he had gone to meet his Maker, Pastor Bradford had made the nativity set by hand.
“Peter always used to pack up the outdoor nativity last,” she had sighed. “It’s sort of like a tradition. Every year, we retold the nativity story before we packed up everything.”
When Pastor Newman had asked if she wanted to put up a security system, which was being offered for free by one of the local organizations, around her husband’s nativity set, she had firmly refused.
“Jesus is for everyone, Steven, even the thieves and troublemakers!” she had exclaimed.
Now, Pastor Newman set down his daughter and helped the other men carry the huge boxes filled with packing peanuts to the front lawn. Several people had to leave, but most stayed with peaceful faces all aglow with joy.
Steven opened his Bible and read the nativity story with a strong voice. Ashleigh stood there with a look of wonder and she flitted about like a little fairy as she pointed to each figurine as her father mentioned them.
“Mommy, what’s wrong with Jesus?” Ashleigh asked after they were done retelling the Christmas story and after everyone had waved goodbye to head to their cars. She skipped over to the manger and peered down into his face. Connie and Richard joined her with puzzled expressions on their faces. “Why does he look so sad?” She gently touched his face. His arms were reaching up, as if to catch the great star that hung high above him. His face was so perfectly painted that he almost looked like a real infant, but one thing was different. Instead of eyes full of wonder and joy, his eyes looked sad almost sorrowful.
Connie sipped her Starbucks coffee and put a hand on Ashleigh’s head, straightening some stray locks of hair. “Well, I don’t know, honey,” she replied.
Mrs. Bradford gently picked him up and settled him in Ashleigh’s arms as if he was a real baby. She smiled angelically and cooed to him as she rocked him back and forth. As she was, a slip of paper fluttered and fell to the ground. Richard picked it up.
“A letter?” He cocked his head and handed it over to Steven, shaking his head. “I can’t make it out.”
Steven squinted at it for a moment. “You’re right. It’s a letter.”
The two adults crowded around Steven, trying to read the scrawled words.
Dear Pastor,
My name is Kelly, but that isn’t too important. You met me during the holidays and took me inside your church, gave me a warm meal, and talked to me about the little babe in the straw that grew up to be the man who died for everything wrong I did and every right I didn’t do. But before I came to the front steps of the church to find out more about the baby in the straw, I had planned to take it and burn it in a bonfire in front of the church.
You see, I’ve been going down the wrong road for some time. I started off with a great, high standing job, a beautiful family, and a gorgeous house. But things happened. My family had left me because of my addiction to alcohol and I had lost all of my money from my ugly habit. I was mad at the world, and I was infuriated with God. Whenever I thought of Christians I thought of stuck-up people who sat on their high horse and criticized those around them all while doing bad things behind our backs.
So at around nine on the night of Christmas Eve, I sneaked up to your church. With a dim flashlight in hand, I glared at the little baby in the straw, but he didn’t glare at me. He looked at me with sad, understanding eyes as if he knew what was wrong, but loved me anyways. He looked as if he knew my pain. I couldn’t burn him.
I had to find out about this child in the straw, so I came to look for you. Thank you so much for giving me hope, Pastor and for not looking down on me like so many others have. I’m sorry for not telling you before about what I had planned to do when I met you. I was still a bit apprehensive, but that is no excuse. This is why I’m writing you a letter now.
I read the Bible you gave me, and I’ve decided to turn my life around. I’ve asked Jesus to come into my heart, and now I’m going to work hard to get the respect of others and myself back. It will be hard, but I know God will help me. I humbly ask that you pray for me and my family as I try to reconcile.Thank you again, Pastor.
Respectively,
Kelly
Pastor Newman stared at the letter with a small smile. “I remember Kelly.”
Connie put a hand on his shoulder and softly said, “I do too.”
Small snowflakes started falling to add to the white blanket of snow already on the ground. He knelt next to Ashleigh and hugged her close.
“Here, Daddy,” she said seriously, as she moved to put baby Jesus into his arms. He set the little babe into the straw and glanced back at the letter.
“I pray you never forget about that baby in the straw, Kelly. Never forget about this little child who grew up to be your Savior.”
Mrs. Bradford sniffed and wiped away a tear. “I wonder if Peter knew.”
Connie walked over to the elderly woman and hugged her. “I bet he was celebrating with the angels as they rejoiced because another lost lamb has finally found him.”
Richard looked at the faces around him from little Ashleigh’s to Mrs. Bradford’s. “I vote that we keep the nativity set out for a week more.”
Connie nodded. “I’d like that.”
Everyone agreed, and as they headed inside for some hot chocolate, Pastor Newman couldn’t help but look back one more time.
“That’s what Christmas is all about. That little babe in the straw; the most highest of kings born in the humblest of places, declaring that He is for all mankind.”
The wind picked up and the snow swirled around him. Pastor Steven looked up at the clouds with joyous tears in his eyes.
Q. What kind of man was Boaz before he married Ruth? A. Ruthless.
Q. What do they call pastors in Germany ? A. German Shepherds. Q. Who was the greatest financier in the Bible? A. Noah He was floating his stock while everyone else was in liquidation. Q. Who was the great est female financier in the Bible? A. Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew out a little prophet. Q. What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible? A. Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury. David's Triumph was heard throughout the land. Also, probably a Honda, because the apostles were all in one Accord. Q.. Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible? A. Samson. He brought the house down. Q. What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer lived in Eden ? A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.
Q. Which servant of God was the most flagrant lawbreaker in the Bible? A. Moses. He broke all 10 commandments at once. Q. Which area of Palestine was especially wealthy? A. The area around JordanThe banks were always overflowing.
Q. Who is the greatest babysitter mentioned in the Bible? A. David. He rocked Goliath to a very deep sleep.
Q. Which Bible character had no parents? A. Joshua, son of Nun. Q. Why didn't they play cards on the Ark ? A. Because Noah was standing on the deck. (Groan...)
Today is the last day of December, and also 2008. Think of it. This day. It's the last time you'll be living it. 2008 will be gone, and in comes 2009. A bit scary, isn't it? So many things will happen. If you're in school you will move up a grade in the fall, you are going to have another birthday, and the holidays will come around again.
The new year is like a fresh start, though. People make resolutions. Kids determine to be better in school or a teensy bit nicer to their little siblings, and adults decide to lose weight or be better in their jobs. In only a little bit of time, all is forgotten and people don't abide by their resolution rules. Well, I've decided that this year is TOTALLY going to be different for me. I've made two resolutions that I'm going to keep. As a...motivation I'll post them on here so I won't forget.
1. Read the whole entire Bible in a year. (I've done it before, but I never really soaked it in. Hopefully I'll be able to do it this year!)
2. Finish my book, The Chosen (that's the working title as of now). I'm at the final climax as of now, but there's a LOT of editing to do.
So what is/are your resolution(s)? Are you determined to keep them this year?
I just discovered this amazing song yesterday. It has such a great message. Out of all the songs I have posted so far on my blog, this is definitely the one that I want ya'll to see the most. It just touched my heart. Here is the note from the person who posted this video on youtube:
"Jim Elliot, Ed McCully, Pete Fleming, Nate Saint, and Roger Youderian, the crew of N5156H, flew to Ecuador to take the gospel to the Waodani people. When they were killed, Elisabeth Elliot (Jim's widow) went back and led them to the Lord.
Steven Curtis Chapman wrote this song as a tribute to these events, and the man chanting at the end was responsible for the deaths of two of the men of the mission team. Proof that God's grace is more powerful than any sin!"
and here is a note from Steven Curtis Chapman about his song:
""Through Gates of Splendor by Elizabeth Elliot is a book that really impacted me and challenges me inany ways. It’s the story of Jim Elliott and Nate Saint and the five missionaries who went to Ecuador in the fifties and were martyred by the tribe known at the time as the Acuas. In the process of writing ‘No Greater Love’ some things happened that resurfaced this story again in my life. I found Steve Saint on the internet. He is the son of slain missionary Nate Saint. I found that he was writing some stories about working with the Waodanis (pronounced woo-donnie), the people who were formerly known as the Acuas. I discovered he was in America with a member of the Waodani tribe named Mincay (pronounced men-kai). Mincay is one of the six men who killed his father, Nate Saint. He was here in America speaking in his native tongue about the redeeming power of forgiveness and God’s love and God’s grace. I thought this is too good to be true. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Steve Saint and Mincay came to my studio and he sang for me of God’s forgiveness and God’s mercy and God’s grace and of his journey of coming to know the maker and becoming a God follower. I had this idea and dream of actually having Mincay sing with me on this album. That dream became a reality. God let that happen. It’s an amazing thing. You hear him chanting at the end of 'No Greater Love.'"
Amazing, isn't it? I love the power of the music and the lyrics. At first, I didn't know what the chanting at the end was all about, so I looked into it further and found out that one of the very men who had killed these missionaries, Mincay, is the person who chants at the end. The translation is in the video.
A quick note, be sure to switch off the playlist on the right before watching this video. I just made that mistake *sheepish grin*
No Greater Love by Steven Curtis Chapman
Men of courage with your message of peace What is that look in your eyes? Why have you come to this faraway place? What is this story you would lay down your live to tell? What kind of love can this be?
Chorus There is no greater love than this There is no greater gift that can ever be given To be willing to die so another might live There is no greater love than this
Broken hearted from all you have lost How can you sing through your tears? What is this music that can bear such a cost? What is this fire that grows stronger against the wind? What kind of flame can this be?
Chorus
This is the love God showed the world When he gave us His Son So we can know his love forever Beyond the Gates of Splendor
Is what? I mean, I remember from last year that people were saying things like "2007 was heaven, but 2008 is going to be great!" or something like that. Doesn't 2009 deserve to come in with style too?
WARNING: THIS IS REALLY, REALLY RANDOM!!!
Now with all of the formalities out of the way, the only things I could think of were:
2008 was great, but 2009 is gonna rhyme! (Well, the "2008 is great" part rhymed, so there's not much point. Plus, how could a year rhyme? *shakes head*)
2008 was great, but 2009 is gonna be a lime! (Uhhhh, does this mean 2009 is going to be sour?)
2008 was great, but 2009 is gonna be a dime! (*blinks* What?)
2008 was great, but 2009 is going to be...going to be...sublime? (Uhhhh.....nope. Didn't rhyme!)
2008 was great, but 2009 is going to be...MINE! (MWAHAHAHA! *coughs* Nu-uh)
2008 was great, but 2009 is going to be divine! (Uh, I'm not sure)
Alright, I'm all out of ideas! Does anyone else have an idea?
It's so hard to believe that a new year is upon us! *screams and panics* Well, I have a lot planned for 2009 including more book reviews, a monthly fiction article, and a monthly article about hot topics. But I will take this day to reminisce on all of the amazing things that have happened to me this great year.
1. I started this blog and became GoMC!!!! Awesomeness, yeah? Next June will be my first anniversary! *sniffs sentimentally* Can you believe it? I've been asked about this blog's title, A Girl of Many Colors. several times. Where'd it come from? Several theories include Joseph's coat of many colors and the horse of a different color (from the Wizard of Oz which I hadn't seen until this year). To tell ya'll the truth, I just randomly thought of it one day, and it stuck!
2. I joined the Dragons in Our Midst by Bryan Davis forum and became DoT! (Daughter of Thigocia) And yes, the whole "Dot" thing was planned. It was either Daughter of Thigocia or Daughter of Makaidos. DoM didn't sound as cool and DoT, so I became DoT! If you are on the forum, or are going to join, feel free to stop by and say hi!!!
3. I got a little sister!!! Though we won't meet her until next year, I feel like I'm already hers!
4. I got 100,000 words in my book! (Part one of a four book series) Though I am not completely sure when I started (Bad record keeping skills) I am 90% sure I started the book I have now in this year. (There were about 5 rough ideas until the final one showed through! Again, my bad record keeping skills kicked in and I threw most of the rough drafts away)
5. I got to ride a horse for real for the first time this year at a church picnic! And, if ya'll remember my post, it was REALLY a real ride for my sister and I! Thanks so much to the Phantom Stallion series (which I will be introducing to you in the near future) my mind flashed to one of the book's scenes and I hung on instead of jumping of the galloping horse. Thanks so much to the people at the church picnic who were fast thinkers and immediately started praying since they could do nothing else to stop the horse. And thanks so much to God for protecting my sister when she was thrown off of the horse and myself! God's amazing, and he is SO real! Remember that one post when I said I'd be riding a horse at the one person's place who owned the horse at the picnic? Well, it didn't exactly work out due to bad weather. Hopefully, as soon as it gets warmer in the spring, I'll mount up.
6. I had a big birthday this year!
7. I got a black belt in Tae Kwon Do this year with a struggle involving an evil energy drink. Again, blogged on it if you want to read about my interesting encounter with (Du Du Dun!) The Blue Demon!
8. I got baptized by my dad this year!
9. I started exploring the world of writing for real this year, and I definitely DON'T regret it!
10. I've learned more about the computer than I ever did before! Tech savvy, I guess you could call it!
So, what amazing things happened to YOU (Yes, YOU!) in 2008?
Isn't she ADORABLE? This is a picture we took of my little cutie, Belle, in front of our Christmas tree.
I look back today at the wonderful Christmas we had this year. This year we kept it simple. Not overboard in presents, just enjoying the company of each other. We spent most of the day just talking and laughing. No hustle and bustle of rushing around to parties or cleaning up the toy packaging (If you've heard "Toy Packaging" by Sarah Groves you know what I mean ;D)
My dad and I were able to finish a 550 piece puzzle given to me by a friend with the every now and then assistance from my mom (Unfortunately, my sister wasn't feeling very well, and she has a cold now. Bummer, right? I feel so sorry for her)It was amazing. A puzzle? Amazing? Well, I don't VERY often get to just sit down and have some fun with my dad, so it was one of the best Christmas presents I could dream up. We just talked about the puzzle, and not much else. But he was talking about how much patience I had to do it and how good I was at puzzles, and if ya'll know, getting a compliment from someone makes one blush, but getting a compliment from a family member make one just glow, even if it was about something small like a puzzle.
Pretty much a non-materialistic Christmas. I've got to say that it was the best one I've ever had. Anyway, I have everything I need, right?
So, from our home to yours, have a very Merry Christmas. May your lives be filled with the peace and joy of our Savior's birth as you spend time with your family and friends.
I've put up a poll asking if you would like to see a monthly fiction article staring in 2009. It will be just random short stories with Christian values. They most likely will not be in any order or have anything to do with each other. But they will have to do with the time of year or holiday if applicable. Please feel free to vote on what you want. You can even say no! I will not know who you are and all that stuff, so saying no will be fine. After all, you will be the one reading it!
So why am I doing this? Why is GoMC telling you about this new insane idea she has? There are several reasons, actually. But I'll just state two.
~I'd like to get more experience writing. Limiting myself to a certain amount of words and making it meaningful yet compact is something I struggle with. I'm working on a full blown book (Now 98,000 or so words as of today) so I don't get much in the way of short stories except for school assignments and other miscellaneous reasons. If you give your consent to start doing this, I'll ask for you to comment on errors, both grammatical ones and theological ones.
~I find that I read fiction more than nonfiction, and it's generally the same with kids and teens. We read more fiction. Our eyes and ears are like the gateway to the brain and we like expanding our imaginations. So, reading clean stuff with a good message is hard to do nowadays since there aren't many clean books. (It's been sort of hard finding a completely clean book in the library and popular bookstores nowadays. Even some Christian bookstores have been displaying some inappropriate books that don't even mention Christianity, or true Christianity.) So, clean fiction is something I would like to read, and I hope you would like it too.
Thank you, Lauren Ann for giving me this award! This is a blog award called THE LEMONADE REWARD. I never even know about these blog award thingies! Anyways, "THE LEMONADE AWARD: The concept behind this award is that the blog creators have shown an uncanny knack for silver linings and making the best of bad situations (i.e., lemonade from lemons)."
Rules: Name blogs that reflect this silver linings philosophy.
Goshness! So many! Okay peoples, this is in no particular order. If I could, you all would be number one!
Okay, I'm not into country music, and you can probably tell from my playlist. But as I was flipping through some channels today, I stopped on Country Music Channel and saw the music video by Carrie Underwood. I've only heard a little bit of it before, but it's so cool. So, here it is! :D
Jesus Take The Wheel Carrie Underwood
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline It'd been a long hard year She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention she was going way too fast Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass She saw both their lives flash before her eyes She didn't even have time to cry She was so scared She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus take the wheel Take it from my hands Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting it go So give me one more chance To save me from this road I'm on Jesus take the wheel
It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder And the car came to a stop She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock And for the first time in a long time She bowed her head to pray She said I'm sorry for the way I've been living my life I know I've got to change So from now on tonight
Jesus take the wheel Take it from my hands Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel Oh, I'm letting go So give me one more chance Save me from this road I'm on From this road I'm on Jesus take the wheel Oh, take it, take it from me Oh, why, oh
I'm simply someone who is living life and loving God. I love diversity between people and also the diversity of the individual. The spectrum that is each and every life is what makes us special. A Girl of Many Colors was my first blog, which I had so much fun creating and also was my documentation of me maturing and exploring my passion of writing. Simply Being Me will be my new blog, and although the content will be much different, the author behind both is the same little girl who love randomness, adventures, and books.
1. Man and nature of the creation are made by one rational, loving, and orderly God.
2. God is the creator of matter, but He is not matter; He is a spirit. There is more to the universe than simply matter and energy.
3. Man was created in part to search out and discover the ways of God in creation. He is to subdue the earth and have dominion over it.
4. As man seeks to subdue the earth, he can gain an understanding of many of the secrets God has placed in creation for the benefit of mankind and the glory of God.
- FromBiology: God's Living Creation Third Edition copyright A Beka Book 2007
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