Valentines

"Rose from the Brier"

Thou has not that, My child, but thou hast Me;
And am not I alone enough for thee?
I know it all, know how they heart was set
Upon this joy which is not given yet.

And well I know how through the wistful days
Thou walkest all the dear familiar ways
As unregarded as a breath of air;
But there in love and longing, always there.

I know it all; but from they brier shall blow
A rose for others. If it were not so
I would have told thee. Come then say to me:
"My Lord, my love, I am content with Thee."
--Amy Carmichael

Singleness Awareness Week

and so I run...

I know that it has been a long time since I have written anything, so I wanted to put up what has become my favorite quote. To the average person it doesn't make much sense ( "and so I run"), run where from where? In Evidence Not Seen by D.D. Rose she points out that so many have gone on before us, those who have suffered and died for Christ.( Hebrews 12:1) They have run the race and recieved the prize ( 1 Corinthians 9:24). How can I give up? how can I stop running when Christ has paid the price and gives me the strength to run. Others have conquored, heaven is watching...
...and so I run.

"Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease,
while other sought to win the prize,
or sailed through bloody seas?

Sure I must fight if I would win,
increase my courage Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain
supported by Thy word."

Northland vs. Maranatha

Brrrrrr....

Well we are in the middle of a really cold spell, right now it is -4 and feels more like -16 ( oh and by the way it is still dropping! ) Saturday will keep getting colder Sunday dropping the lowest. We'll see what happens. ={ It is an interesting sensation when your eyeballs feel frozen and your cheeks are hot .

Great link

Here is a link to my friends blog, I really liked her thoughts and pics on the last activity that we had. And yes the people in the 2nd. pic really grossed us out.Enjoy!

http://thepowerofattitude.blogspot.com/2007/01/dodgeball-tourney.html

If my neighbor...

Sorry that I haven't been blogging in so long, but now I have my computer and will be able to do it more often.
We are in the middle of Heart Conference right now, and wow, the first message started out with a bang. Tim Jordan spoke from the beatitudes on what does llight look like. I don't have my notes in front of me but what really stuck out was the phrase; "What if my neighbor had a neighbor..." and then went on to describe the character quality that we should be portraing to the ones that we rub shoulders with. So if my neighbor had a neighbor that was humble, what kind of impact would that have?
so what kind of neighbor are you??
Anyways I can't say it like he did, but it was powerful.

Happy 1st Birthday Meg!!

Meg is the cutest little girl!! I am so glad that I was able to spend the first 3 weeks of her life with her. I can't believe how the time flies. just go back to my first posts to see how much she has changed.=P I love you Meg!!

English trouble

"The soot on my foot is now on my boot"

How do you explain that one to a beggining reader??

The Boss'

Mr and Mrs. Boss were able to come and visit us at our tailer the week of finals. They came and caroled at our door=P, we were glad that after all the times we had been to their place we were able to have them to ours.=D

more extension pics

these are the girls from extension, we have so much fun!

Just more pics from our last week on extension

This is, Cherith, Jenny lynn and Leah

White Glove

ok so these pics are about 3 weeks late but i'm finally getting around to putting them up.These are of white gloving our trailer. and then of the excitment of passing greek.=P the last one if our kitchen with all the trash that we had.=0

“ Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.”
George Bernard Shaw

ho ho ho

It is all about life touching life here at northland; one on one discipleship.

2006 Northland Christmas Concert

Merry Christmas from Trailer 6!!

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!!

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!!

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.

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!