Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
May your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
only one week 'til christmas break!! I can't wait!!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
He is strong!!
When living life for Jesus Christ become too hard a task,
When obedience means sacrifice that seems too much to ask;
That’s when I learn that my own strength isn’t really strength at all,
And I find rest in humbleness when I surrender all.
In my weakness He is strong;
In my need He leads me on.
When I come to the end of all I am,
And I place my trust in Him;
That’s when His strength begins –
In my weakness.
When failures in my human strength have weakened all my pride,
And ruined hopes in fallen dreams have crumbled me inside;
It’s then by grace I fin’lly see the strength of Jesus Christ,
His victory is real in me when weakness fills my life.
In my weakness He is strong;
In my need He leads me on.
When I come to the end of all I am,
And I place my trust in Him;
That’s when His strength begins –
In my weakness.
God has once again taught me that only when I fully rely on Him will I be strong. This has been the longest and hardest week of the semester. But praise be to God who gives the victory!!
Friday, December 01, 2006
The Cry of the Blood

The Cry of the Blood
by Amy Carmichael
The tom-toms thumped on all night, and the darkness shuddered round me like a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked, and I saw, as it seemed this:
That I stood on a grassy sward, and at my feet a precipice broke sheer down into infinite space. I looked but saw no bottom; only clouded shapes, black and furiously coiled, and great shadow-shrouded hollows, and unfathomable depths. Back I drew, dizzy at the depth.
Then I saw forms of people moving single file along the grass. They were making for the edge. There was a woman with a baby in her arms and another little child holding on to her dress. She was on the very verge. Then I saw that she was blind. She lifted her foot for the next step. It trod air. She was over and the children over with her. Oh, the cry as they went over!
Then I saw more streams of people flowing from all quarters. All were blind, stone-blind; all made straight for the precipice edge. There were shrieks as they suddenly knew themselves falling, and a tossing up of helpless arms, catching, clutching at empty air. But some went over quietly, and fell without a sound.
Then I wondered, with a wonder that was simply agony, why no one stopped them at the edge. I could not. I was glued to the ground, and I could not call; though I strained and tried, only a whisper would come.
Then I saw that along the edge there were sentries set at intervals. But the intervals were far too great; there were wide, unguarded gaps between. And over these gaps, the people fell in their blindness quite unwarned; and the green grass seemed blood-red to me, and the gulf yawned like the mouth of Hell.
Then I saw, like a picture of peace, a group under some trees, with their backs turned towards the gulf. They were looking for four leaf clovers (making daisy chains). Sometimes, when a piercing shriek cut the quiet and reached them it disturbed them, and they thought it a rather vulgar noise. And if one of their number started up and wanted to go and do something to help, then all the others would pull that one down. "Why should you get so excited about it? You must wait for a definite call to go! You haven't found your four leaf clovers yet. It would be really selfish," They said, "to leave us to finish the work alone."
There was another group. It was made up of people whose great desire was to get more out; but they found that very few wanted to go, and sometimes there were no sentries for miles of the edge.
by Amy Carmichael
The tom-toms thumped on all night, and the darkness shuddered round me like a living, feeling thing. I could not go to sleep, so I lay awake and looked, and I saw, as it seemed this:
That I stood on a grassy sward, and at my feet a precipice broke sheer down into infinite space. I looked but saw no bottom; only clouded shapes, black and furiously coiled, and great shadow-shrouded hollows, and unfathomable depths. Back I drew, dizzy at the depth.
Then I saw forms of people moving single file along the grass. They were making for the edge. There was a woman with a baby in her arms and another little child holding on to her dress. She was on the very verge. Then I saw that she was blind. She lifted her foot for the next step. It trod air. She was over and the children over with her. Oh, the cry as they went over!
Then I saw more streams of people flowing from all quarters. All were blind, stone-blind; all made straight for the precipice edge. There were shrieks as they suddenly knew themselves falling, and a tossing up of helpless arms, catching, clutching at empty air. But some went over quietly, and fell without a sound.
Then I wondered, with a wonder that was simply agony, why no one stopped them at the edge. I could not. I was glued to the ground, and I could not call; though I strained and tried, only a whisper would come.
Then I saw that along the edge there were sentries set at intervals. But the intervals were far too great; there were wide, unguarded gaps between. And over these gaps, the people fell in their blindness quite unwarned; and the green grass seemed blood-red to me, and the gulf yawned like the mouth of Hell.
Then I saw, like a picture of peace, a group under some trees, with their backs turned towards the gulf. They were looking for four leaf clovers (making daisy chains). Sometimes, when a piercing shriek cut the quiet and reached them it disturbed them, and they thought it a rather vulgar noise. And if one of their number started up and wanted to go and do something to help, then all the others would pull that one down. "Why should you get so excited about it? You must wait for a definite call to go! You haven't found your four leaf clovers yet. It would be really selfish," They said, "to leave us to finish the work alone."
There was another group. It was made up of people whose great desire was to get more out; but they found that very few wanted to go, and sometimes there were no sentries for miles of the edge.

Once a girl stood alone in her place, waving the people back; but her mother and other relations called, and reminded her that her furlough was due; she must not break the rules. And being tired and needing a change, she had to go and rest for a while; but no one was sent to guard her gap, and over and over the people fell, like a waterfall of souls.
Once a child caught at a tuft of grass that grew on the very brink of the gulf; it clung convulsively, and it called -- but nobody seemed to hear. Then the roots of the grass gave way, and with a cry the child went over, its two little hands still holding tight to the torn up bunch of grass. And the girl who longed to go back in her gap thought she heard the little one cry, and she sprang up and wanted to go; at which they reproved her, reminding her that no one is necessary anywhere; the gap would be well taken care of, they knew. And they sang a hymn.
Then through the hymn came another sound like the pain of a million broken hearts wrung out in one full drop, one sob. And a horror of great darkness was upon me, for I knew what it was -- the Cry of the Blood.
Then thundered a voice, the voice of the Lord: "What hast thou done? The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto Me from the ground."
The tom-toms still beat heavily, the darkness still shuddered and shivered about me; I heard the yells of the devil-dancers and the weird wild shriek of the devil-possessed just outside the gate.
God, Forgive us! God arouse us! Shame us out of our callousness! Shame us out of our sin!
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Our Soldiers

here is a quote by Tony Blair that was emailed to me today,
we should remember England 's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America , he said:
"A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in... And how many want out." Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:
1. Jesus Christ
2. The American G. I.
One died for your soul, the other for your freedom."
Don't forget this Christmas season!!
Monday, November 27, 2006
Wagner Family Times

Sweet Sisters!!


Thanksgiving friends



Saturday, November 18, 2006
Dreisbach skating activity
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Snow snow, snow snow...



Welcome Winter!!
Another Hurdle is gone

Praise God From whom all blessings flow... My greek test is now over and the weekend as begun!! I have only made it this far by the grace of God.
here's a quote that I found today :
"Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest. -D.L. Moody
Saturday, November 04, 2006
The "Greek family's" first outing



Thursday, November 02, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Artist Series and a Hockey Game
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Are you tired??
Truly great Friends are hard to find!!!
God has really blessed me with so many great freinds up here, true friends who tell it to you like it is, and yet pick you up when you are down.
Jenny lynn, Erica and I spend a lot of time together on extension and we have such a great time!!
Rachel and I hand out a bunch, she is such an encouragment to me, and is so creative in sending me little notes to brighten my day. ( but she is a huge eagles fan ={ ) Oh and this was "green day" for spirit week =D
These are my Greek friends!! and Guess what we are all in the same trailer!! What sweet girls!!
Nate and I really don't see each other that much, except for in chaple we sit near each other. I do like to bug him though.=P
Jeni and I have been the best of friends forever, I wish I saw her more, but with her in the dorm and me in the trailers, or paths don't cross that much.=( But we still do try to get together.





NBBC



Extension to Escanaba

This is the highlight of my week, Extension!! We work with 10-15 "bus" kids every wed. night. These kids have sooo much energy but we really love them.

For lesson time we split up the girls and guys, so I get to teach a lesson almost every other week. Erica and I share the job, with another girl helping out .

We are just a little frazzled looking, because this was a tougher week.
Friday, October 13, 2006
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