What's on my mind today? Well, I realised that I hadn't posted one of my ramblings in a while so I might as well even though my mind's racing at a mile a minute. I was just reading Taylor Swift's Journal on her website (http://www.taylorswift.com/mainsite.html) and I realised that she's funny. She made me laugh many times. I would love to just sit down and talk with her for a little bit. It would be so much fun!! I think it's cool that she's down to earth for being one of the fastest rising stars in the world. She had a tour in London! LONDON!!! Come on! How cool would that be, visiting London to sing songs for millions of adoring fans!?!? I also learned that she is a straight A student when she was in high school and also being home-schooled on tour. That's amazing! Pretty, awesome, smart and cool. What more can this girl do? She becomes my role model more and more everyday. Everytime I click her name on my i-pod I began to love her even more. Here's to you Taylor! I love you and I'm going to shut up now......

This is cute! Thanks to the wiki that sent this!


Thanks [Iske], [Deus Ex Taco], & [The Dizzy Raven] for wishing me a happy birthday!!!

I dedicate my candle to:
^Everyone check it out!!!

(In my mind, I can see Your face
As Your love pours down in a shower of grace
Some people tell me that You're just a dream
My faith is the evidence of things unseen)


In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
In my mind's eye, in my mind

You know what I'm going through
I know this is true
'Cause You stood in my shoes
Desire's inside of me
But it's hard to believe
In what you cannot see

Can you catch the wind?
See a breeze?
Its presence is revealed by
The leaves on a tree
An image of my faith in the unseen

{chorus}
In my mind's eye
I see Your face
You smile as you show me grace
In my mind's eye
You take my hand
We walk through foreign lands
The foreign lands of life

In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
In my mind's eye, in my mind

In my mind I'm where I belong
As I rest in your arms
And like a child I hold on to you
In my moment of truth, yes I do

We can ride the storm
Endure the pain
You comfort me in my hurricane
And I'll never be alone again

{repeat chorus 2x}

In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
In my mind's eye, in my mind

In my mind I can see Your face
Love pours down in a shower of grace
Life is a gift that You choose to give
I believe we eternally live
Faith is the evidence of things unseen
People tell me that You're just a dream
But they don't know You the way that I do
You're the one I live to pursue

Can you catch the wind?
(Can you see God, have you ever seen Him?
I've never seen the wind
I seen the effects of the wind
But I've never seen the wind)
Can you see the breeze?
(There's a mystery to it)

{repeat chorus}

In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
(I see You there again)
In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
(I know You'll meet me there my Friend)
In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
(I know You're there, I can touch You there)
In my mind's eye, in my mind's eye
(I want You there, I need You there, I see You there, I know You care)
(And I believe, and I believe, and I believe)

~~~~Mind's Eye by DC Talk

12 Ways to Tell You Love Someone

TWELVE:
When you have been talking to them late at night and when you go to bed you still think of them.

ELEVEN:
You walk really slow when you're with them.

TEN:
You feel shy whenever they're around.

NINE:
You smile when you hear their voice.

EIGHT:
When you look at them, you don't notice the other people
around you, you just see him/her.

SIX:
They're all you think about.

FIVE:
You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.

FOUR:
You would do anything for them, just to see them.

THREE:
While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.

TWO:
You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn't
notice number seven was missing

ONE:
You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.

If you love someone and feel some of these things, stick this in your diary......

Does what you call someone decifer how much you love them? Brother? Sister? Soul Mate? Friend? Lover? Spouse? There are so many words out there that tell you how much you love someone. "I love you as a friend." Yes, I admit I've used that sentence, but if you have the guts to say, "I love you as a friend" why not just say "I love you"? They're just three little words. Yet we have to segregate types and levels of love. Love is love. I believe there is no other way to love. What is love? A strong desire to be around someone? Is it a bond between husband and wife? Can I love my best friend as much as I love a boyfriend? 1 Cointhians 13 explains most of that. God called us to love becuase he is love. Why do we segrate it into "levels"? Can't we love everyone for who they are even if we don't like them because God TOLD us to?

just a thought..........

Today's message for the day is:
Many people come and go,
Some soon to be graduated,
But do not linger on the sadness,
But notice what's left to gain.
*Remember: You soon will be in their shoes-remember your friends you will be leaving and those who have gone on before you.

The Phoenix

I have been beaten, battered,
burnt, tattered, and shattered,

Left to die, in a fiery pain
but through the flames I come back again.

I come back stronger, brave and fierce,
my words and wisdom sharpened to pierce.
I tell them of a world that is great
as I free myself from the worldly states.

I bring the rhythm, I bring the beat,
reviving myself with a musical heat.

You formed me first, and threw me away.
Now I am the Phoenix, and I am here to stay.

Written by [Mystereality]

Stolen from [XxTsomexX]

(April Halcomb)
A: Easy to fall in love with
P: Is very Sexual
R: Frickin' hott
I: Has beautiful eyes
L: Loves to laugh and smile

H: Has one of the greatest personalities ever
A: Easy to fall in love with
L: Loves to laugh and smile
C: really sexy
O: Best gf/bf
M: Makes dating fun
B: Amazing kisser

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.

Every sixty seconds you spend upset, is a minute of happiness you'll never get back ...

Today's Message of the Day is:
Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance...

Remember the Phoenix Dream

Remember the phoenix dream,
and the woman with skin of cream.
Remember how it all began,
with the beautiful, mute woman,
and the phoenix with eyes of fire,
always gazing ever higher.
Both nearest their lives ends.
To each other, they have befriended,
so on the moment the deaths of both,
phoenix and woman together swore oath.
To each other they joined in ash,
within spirit there was no clash.

So it was upon the next dawn,
there truly was a sight to gaze upon.
As a new phoenix is born from the pyre,
within beautiful scarlet eyes lively fire.
Feathers golden pattern fade to red,
crown of copper feathers on her head,
began to shift, shine, and melt,
in its place the most beautiful woman knelt.
Within the fire she had stayed,
outward she gazed with emotion never fade.
Cautiously speaking in beautiful notes,
no doubt emitting from phoenix throat.

"To remember how it all began,
to know what I really am,
yet fear me not, and love me less,
my spirit yearns freedom more than you can guess."

Off we went, celebrating change,
it truly seemed that I'd loved an angel,
as we danced on the surface of the water,
through steam and towards each other.

Celebration cut short, and she flew her own way,
off to her freedom, she had gone away.
Oft' turn to the sky I gaze,
with no regrets still remember those days.
Still return to the lake to dance alone,
surface ripples beneath and she's still gone.

Written by [Aruruen]

No. This doesn't mean I'm gay or lesbo or whatever else.....

"I like a man who grins when he fights." - Winston Churchill.

"Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing." - Abraham Lincoln.

"I'm an idealist without illusions." - John F. Kennedy

I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dreams.
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why.
Without you it's hard to survive.

Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
I need you by my side.
Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.
And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.
Can't you hear my heart beat so
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life.

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.
They wipe away tears that I cry.
The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.
You make me rise when I fall.

Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
I need you by my side.
Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.
And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.
Can't you hear my heart beat so
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life

Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
I need you by my side
[Cascada]

Remember:

Amateurs... built the ark.

Professionals... built the Titanic.

this perfectly explains what i mean when i say "I'm a Christian."

Christians - By Maya Angelou

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.


When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow!

"The Bible will keep you from sin. Sin will keep you from the Bible." ~Dwight L. Moody

"A Thorough knowledge of the Bible is worth more than a college education." ~Theodore Roosevelt

"I feel that a comprehensive study of the Bible is a liberal education for anyone. Neraly all of the great men of our country have been well versed in the teachings of the Bible." ~Fraklin D. Roosevelt

"Every word is written down in heaven, so be careful what you say." ~Hannah Mitchell

"There's a difference between good kids and godly kids." ~Steve Wessing

"The Bible is the greatest benefit which the human race has ever experienced." ~Immanuel Kant

I asked the Lord one day, "How much Do you love me?" He said, "This much," and he spread out his arms and died.

33AD They murdered an innocent man. Jesus Christ died and lived to tell about it.

The New School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen