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Live for Jesus! That's what matters! That you see the light in me and come along! :)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Fascinating Facts the World Knows That I Don't About Me!

There's an app on Facebook called 21 Questions. Recently, I found out someone had answered a question about me. In fact, LOADS of people have! Here are all the fascinating things I discover that people know about me, that I mostly didn't. Wow!

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones is a good driver?
A: No.

Comment: Minor explosion inside. Although I'm sure that right now, they're pretty accurate. :P

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has smelly feet?
A: No.

Comment: Angelic smile beaming forth. I love thee, nice personage. XD

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones is tone deaf?
A: No.

Comment: Inner radiant glow beams forth upon that person. You're wonderful. YOU LIKE MY SINGING! - maybe. Unless that response was off my siblings, who KNOW I'm not tone deaf and DON'T like my singing! XD

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones spends more than an hour on facebook everyday?
A: Yes.

Comment: Someone knows me too well. V_V

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones can run a mile without stopping?
A: No.

Comment: Someone unfortunately also knows my athletic capabilities - negative. :P

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has ever skinny dipped?
A: No.

Comment: Much appreciated.

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has a deep dark secret?
A: No.

Comment: Someone doesn't know me very well...thank God.

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has ever gone to a strip club?
A: No.

Comment: Thank you, Ieasha! <3

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has ever smoked?
A: Yes.

Comment: ...seriously? I may have backslid, but not that much!

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has ever had stitches?
A: No.

Comment: Quite right, but it came jolly well close in Kansas!

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones is a virgin?
A: Yes.

Comment: Praise God for His grace alone.

Q: Is Siân Garner-Jones crazy like Ron Artest?
A: No.

Comment:, thanks! :D

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones likes to sing karaoke?
A: Yes.

Comment: Umm...I don't know what it is but I sing a lot of stuff? :P

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones is a good kisser?
A: Yes.

Comment: O.o How would YOU know? Matter of fact, how would I know?!

Q: Is Siân Garner-Jones smarter than oprah?
A: No.

Comment: Thaaaaaaaaaaaanks. XD

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones would look good in a mini-skirt?
A: No.

Comment: Thank you, thank you! *bows* Much appreciation.

Q: Do you think Siân Garner-Jones wants to get married someday?
A: Yes.

Comment: You'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to notice that. :P

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones likes to dance?
A: Yes.

Comment: Thou knowest me. I am affrighted.

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones puts 'hoes' before 'bros'?
A: No.

Comment: You sure? I love gardening - 'speshully hoeing the potatoes. And I DON'T always love being around my brother. >:D

Q: Does Siân Garner-Jones dress poorly?
A: No.

Comment: You have taste!

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has ever kissed a guy?
A: Yes.

Comment: Is this the same person that thought I was a good kisser? And if so, I MUST'VE been sleepwalking.

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones should NOT have children?
A: No.

Comment: I think I'm complimented. Or else you don't know me.

Q: Have you ever had a crush on Siân Garner-Jones?
A: No.

Comment: Hallelujah Chorus or Praise the Lord? :P

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones has ever prank called someone?
A: No.

Comment: *angelic complacency spreading over my face*, I haven't. You're right. Boring, what? :P

Q: Do you think that Siân Garner-Jones knows what a fist pound is?
A: No.

Comment: I suppose I'm TOTALLY secluded and ignorant of the modern things... :P

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Passion and Purity

One of my most favourite books of all time has to be Elisabeth Elliot's Passion and Purity.
Elisabeth Howard Elliot Leitch Gren has to be one of the most inspirational and amazing women out - especially in the guidance area of relationships. The story of her husband, Jim Elliot, is legendary. However, less well known is the love story of Jim and Elisabeth.
Embodied in the book Passion and Purity, it contains pain, hope, peace, struggles, tears, timeless God-given love and prayer. It talks about the concepts of releasing back to God, waiting on God, emotional battleground - in fact, pretty much every area that one could struggle with in relationships.

This blog post is for Calleigh, Kiehl, Carissa, Rebekah, Anjelica, Kay and Holly, and Miguel, Nick, Matt, Jay and Miles from Passion and Purity.
I’m including some of you not because you necessarily have relationship problems, but because you may find some of it a blessing in your own personal lives right now.

Chapter 12: Holding Pattern.

"I began to learn to wait. Patient waiting does not come naturally to most of us, but a great deal is said about it in the Bible. It is an important discipline for anyone who wants to learn to trust.

June 9, 1948 - 'Lead me in Thy truth, and teach me: for Thou art the God of my salvation; on Thee do I wait all the day.' Psalm 25:5

To wait on the Lord is to stand perfectly still....Can we two trust His words, 'Is not the Lord your God with you? and hath He not given you rest on every side?....' 1 Chronicles 22:18

Last night I read chapter 43 in WINDOWS by Amy Carmichael: 'Bare heights of loneliness...a wilderness whose burning winds sweep over glowing sands, what are they to Him? Even there He can refresh us, even there He can renew us.'

It was on the evening of the same day, June 9, that Jim and I walked out to a cemetery and sat down on a stone slab. I told him I did not think it would help us much in discerning God's direction if we started right in on a heavy correspondence. Wouldn't it make more sense to 'cool it'? Not that we used that expression in those days, but it says what I meant. To allow for the perspective that both distance and silence could give might help us to see the whole thing with cool reason.
Jim thought that over for a few minutes. Then he spoke of the story he had read in his Bible study that morning - the study of Abraham's offering up of the most precious thing in his life: his son Isaac. 'So I put you on the altar,' he said.
Slowly we became aware that the moon, which had risen behind us, was casting the shadow of a stone cross on the slab between us.
We were silent for a very long time, pondering this undeniable sign. What Abraham did was the ancient prelude to the full revelation of the love of God. The readiness to give up his son and the rewards promised because of it - again, the central truth of the Cross was brought to us in a strange and mysterious manner. When the silence became heavy, Jim said, 'And what is to be done with the ashes?' Time would show.

A girl wrote to me recently, 'It seems that time and patience are such key elements to following the way we were intended to go. I think with a good deal of awe upon the fact that you and your first husband waited so long in such careful seeking of obedience, and I wonder, with a lack of knowing inside, whether that is what is required.'
I could not tell her that the same duration of waiting was required of her. She will have to take Christ's yoke upon her and learn of Him. I do know that waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one's thoughts. It is easy to talk oneself into a decision that has no permanence - easier sometimes than to wait patiently.

Truly my heart waits silently for God;
my deliverance comes from Him.
In truth He is my rock of deliverance,
my tower of strength, so that I stand unshaken...
Trust always in God, my people,
pour out your hearts before Him;
God is our shelter.

A roof over our heads. A hedge. A windbreak. A warm coat. Shelter from the fear of loss of this precious thing called love, from the fear of a life of loneliness without the one person I believed I could ever love. Shelter from attack - from onslaughts of doubt that God would take care of everything if I would simply trust Him - what if He didn't?
Waiting silently is the hardest thing of all. I was dying to talk to Jim and about Jim. But the things that we feel most deeply we ought to learn to be silent about, at least until we have talked them over thoroughly with God.
In Idylls of the King, when King Athur asked Sir Bors if he had seen the Holy Grail, Bors said, "'Ask me not, for I may not speak of it; I saw it,' and the tears were in his eyes."
Luke tells us in his Gospel that, when Jesus was teaching every day in the temple, He went off to spend every night on the Mount of Olives. The words He had for the people came out of prolonged silence on that quiet hillside, away from the city, under the silent stars.
Three days before my graduation, Jim and I spent the afternoon in a little park in Glen Oak, Illinois. We talked very little, enjoyed the sun, flowers, lake, birds and insects. I am sure my heart was full to bursting with things I wanted to say (things like, "I love you, I can't live without you. How can you do this? I can't bear it," and all the rest of the desperate phrases women always want to say). I refrained, but it was all I could do. I am sure it was good for me to refrain. "Never pass up an opportunity to keep your mouth shut" is a good rule that harmonises with Scripture, "...Keep your mouth shut and show your good sense." "...The man who talks too much meets his deserts." and "When men talk too much, sin is never far away; common sense holds its tongue." Finding a mutual appreciation of sun, lake and birds was a safe kind of communication for us that afternoon. God's time for further revelations of the heart might come later. Tomorrow was not our business; it was His. Letting it rest with Him was the discipline for the day, and it was enough.
"Do you think God will let me know once and for all whether He is going to give me a husband? I'm in a holding pattern, it seems, and I'd like to know how long it's to go on." That is from a letter I received in 1982, but it could've been written by me in 1948. It's exactly how I felt. "If only God would let me know." But then, of course, there was the possibility that He was not going to give me a husband. Did I want to know that? Was I ready for it? Perhaps it was better to hope than to know. The "holding pattern" seems to describe a very important aspect of waiting on God. Most of us who travel by air have experienced this. The flight is nearly over, the plane has begun its descent toward the city of destination when you feel it pull up again, bank, and begin to circle. An announcement comes over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Due to heavy incoming traffic, the tower has assigned us a holding pattern." People groan. Babies cry. You look out and see the same scenery you saw fifteen minute earlier. You think of the person waiting at the airport for you. You look at your watch and try to figure what will happen if you don't make your connection or appointment. You hope the captain will tell you exactly how long it will be before landing. How long is this circling going togo on?
S.D. Gordon, in his Quiet Talks on Prayer, describes waiting. It means:

Steadfastness, that is holding on;
patience, that is holding back;
expectancy, that is holding the face up;
obedience, that is holding one's self in readiness to go or do;
listening, that is holding quiet and still so as to hear.

How long, Lord, must I wait?
Never mind, child.
Trust Me.

From Material for Sacrifice:

God gives us material for sacrifice. Sometimes the sacrifice makes little sense to others, but when offered to Him is always accepted. What was the "point" in God's asking Abraham for the sacrifice of his beloved son, Isaac? The story has often been attacked as "pagan" and has been grossly misunderstood. Our offerings to Him may very likely be seen as senseless or even fanatical, but He receives them. Jesus received the precious ointment from the worshipping woman, although those present thought it a foolish waste. It is a lesson I understood very dimly in 1948, but it has become clearer and clearer the further I go with God. I have tried to explain it sometimes to people who are lonely and longing for love. "Give it to Jesus," I say. The loneliness itself is material for sacrifice. The very longings themselves can be offered to Him who understands perfectly. The transformation into something He can use for the good of others takes place only the the offering is put into His hands.
What will He do with these offerings? Never mind. He knows what to do.

From What to Do With Loneliness:

"Be still and know that He is God. When you are lonely, too much stillness is exactly the thing that sems to be laying waste your soul. Use that stillness to quiet your heart before God. Get to know Him. If He is God, He is still in charge.
Remember that you are not alone. 'The Lord, He it is that doth go with thee. He will not fail thee neither forsake thee. Be strong and of good courage.' (Deut. 31:8) Jesus promised His disciples, 'Lo, I am with you always.' (Matt. 28:20) Never mind if you cannot feel His presence. He is there, never for one moment forgetting you.
Give thanks. In times of my greatest loneliness I have been lifted up by the promise of II Corinthians 4:17,18, 'For this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, because we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.' This is something to thank God for. This loneliness itself, which seems a weight, will be far outweighed by glory.
Refuse self-pity. Refuse it absolutely. It is deadly thing with power to destroy you. Turn your thoughts to Christ who has already carried your griefs and sorrows.
Accept your loneliness. It is one stage, and only one stage, on a journey that brings you to God. It will not always last.
Offer up your loneliness to God, as the little boy offered to Jesus his five loaves and two fishes. God can transform it for the good of others.
Do something for somebody else. NO matter who or where you are, there is something you can do, somebody who needs you. Pray that you may be an instrument of God's peace, that where there is loneliness you may bring joy."

The important thing is to receive this moment's experience with both hands. Don't waste it. "Wherever you are, be all there," Jim once wrote. "Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God."

...Something I wrote to Jim once must have revealed my resentment, for he wrote, "Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living." That was exactly what I had let it do.

...The painful thing was that other folks had not only heaven to look forward to, but they had "all this and heaven, too," "this" being engagement or marriage. I was covetous. When the Apostle Paul wrote to the Roman Christians about the happy certainty of heaven, he went on to say, "This doesn't mean, of course, that we have only a hope of future joys - we can be full of joy here and now even in our trials and troubles." Even when I'm feeling most alone - on that moonlit night, in the middle of the candlelit supper, when the phone call and the letter don't come - can I be "full of joy, here and now"? Yes. That is what the Bible says. That means it must be not only true, but possible, and possible for me.
"Taken in the right spirit these very things will give us patient endurance; this in turn will develop a mature character, and a character of this sort produces a steady hope, a hope that will never disappoint us."
Taken in the right spirit. These are the operative words. ...The effect of my troubles depends not on the nature of the troubles themselves but on how I receive them. I can receive them with both hands in faith and acceptance, or I can rebel and reject. What they produce if I rebel and reject will be something very different from a mature character, something nobody is going to like.
Look at the choices:

Rebellion - if this is the will of God for me now, He doesn't love me.
Rejection - If this is what God is giving me, I won't have any part of it.
Faith - God knows exactly what He's doing.
Acceptance - He loves me; He plans good things for me; I'll take it.

The words "full of joy here and now" depend on the words "taken in the right spirit." You can't have one without the other. Taken in a spirit of trust, even loneliness contributes to the maturing of character, even the endurance of separation and silence and that hardest thing of all, uncertainty, can build in us a steady hope.

May you be blessed, open to and fulfilled by Him.
~Jane Johnson

Friday, September 16, 2011


Don't you just hate the twang of conviction...when you know you've done wrong and you feel like you're sitting on pins and needles, trying to pacify your conscience with good works and knowing all the time that you need to repent?

Don't you just love the twang of conviction...when you know you've done wrong and the Spirit of God reveals it to you? Don't you revel in the comfort of the pain because you KNOW that you are not so far from God that it's just a little discomfort instead of a deep, soul-writhing conviction?

God cares. The closer you get to Him, the more you are wrapped up in Him. The more you are wrapped up in Him, the sharper the needle sting of conviction over every sin in your life. When you're chastised, He loves you. He will the more readily chastise you for sin if you are willing and seeking to be made as Himself.

So don't hate conviction. Praise Him for it even as you seek His pardon.

Like I'm going to have to.

God bless!

In Christ,

Love Endures Everything

You know the ink tattoos. Some people like them, some people regard it as too near the real thing to not be almost a sin.

I'm not debating, but I do partial compromise. :P On days when I need to remember stuff, I'll use my arm as a piece of paper. It's far less likely (hopefully!) to get lost than paper is!

Some things one needs to remember are dates, times, places, to-do items. Other times - it's a simple Biblical truth.
If you remember, one of my favourite recent ones has been "Love Endures Everything".

For the purposes of this blog, we'll narrow it down and say that there are two kinds of love.
Sentimental romantic love, based off feelings and emotional spurts, and true love, based off something much deeper.

The first type is what most of today's early marriages are made off, and that is why there are so many divorces. People promise for better or for worse, and when the tough times come and attempt to tear them apart, it's easily done because they don't know anything more than romantic fluff, and their lives have been too easily shaped into having it easy and what they want all the time.

The second type is a love that God gives. It's strong, it stays true, it's a daily choice throughout every hurt and storm and trial. It doesn't crumble at the touch of mockery or the breath of scorn, because it's made of something much stronger - the love of God. This is the kind I'm talking about here.

Love endures everything. "Endure" has two meanings.

1. To continue in existence; last:
2. To carry on through, despite hardships; undergo.

Love is of God. Love is God. God is forever. As long as God is, love that is founded in and of Him, and gifted by Him, will last.
God's love for us is forever, and though marriage is but mortal, that love is meant to last the rest of our natural lives.
To continue in existence. To last.
Love is a choice. And a fight.

Love endures. It not only takes the hardships and the trials and the bitter storms that comes its way in an effort to shake it and tear it apart, but doesn't become bitter or overwhelmed by them. It makes a choice, and carries on.

Here I'm reminded of two images. Christ tempted by Satan both in the desert and Gethsemane, and Christ on the cross, dying for our sin.
The ultimate devotion. The ultimate sacrifice. The ultimate love by the ultimate Lover and Creator and Love Himself.

How lightly we hold love. No wonder one of Satan's greatest battlefronts is to inculcate our minds, our attitudes, and constantly bombard our brains with a romantic representation of it, to slowly and almost unknowingly slide away our foundations of Godly love with the relationships and affairs and sex. All physical and emotional. Anything and everything that will detract from the Spiritual.

After all, who sees anything lovely in a plain, rough man, beaten and bloodied beyond recognition, stark naked and hung tortured on a piece of rough wood?
Who sees anything lovely in the bowed man covered with dirt and sweat, working hard under a hot sun?
Who sees anything lovely in the tired woman with the soiled clothes and straggling hair, exhausted after a day of managing children and housework?
There's nothing physically or emotionally attractive there. But that's the working out of love.

It's when it's bonded out of the deep love, unbounded and overflowing, that Christ is and gives, that the sin-stained whore can look at the ripped open man on the cross and cry out at the sight of His love for her. It's when it's founded upon and gifted from God, Who is love, that the sunburned, filthy man and the tired, crumpled woman can look into each other's eyes and find a tender burning light there, for each other, that God has lit.

Love endures. It lasts forever. It takes everything thrown at it and it carries on. Love endures EVERYTHING.
And that love IS worth fighting for.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Results of Evolution

Warning: Unsuitable for children under the age of 14.

"I am having a lot of difficulty with my feelings about late abortions - and all the pain that's there so much of the time after the baby is moving.

So one day, in a need to arrive at a measure of clarity, I went into the room where they keep the fetuses before burning them. They were next to the garbage cans in papers buckets, like the take-home chicken kind. I looked inside the bucket in front of me.

There was a small naked person in there, floating in a bloody liquid. He was purple with bruises and his face had the agonised tautness of one forced to die too soon.

I then took off the lids of all the buckets and with a pair of forceps lifted each fetus out by an arm or a leg - leaving, as I returned them, an additional bruise on their acid-soaked bodies.

Finally, I lifted out a very large fetus and read the label - Mother's name: C. Atkins; Doctor's name: Saul Marcus; Sex of the item: Male; Time of gestation: 24 weeks (six months).

I remembered Miss Atkins. She was 17 - a very pretty blonde girl.

So, this was Master Atkins - to be burned tomorrow - for the sake of his mother."

Susan Lindstrom, M.S.W., at age 27

"The item"...
Remind me again of the difference between this and the operating theatres of Josef Mengele?
Both were choices. Both are murders.

~Mademoiselle Siân

A Life of Faith

Pray without ceasing.

If any man comes after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me.

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to save what he cannot lose.

In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God, in Christ Jesus, concerning you.

I'm waiting on You, Lord, though it is painful. I will serve You while I'm waiting.

It was then that He carried you.

Give up trying - and watch God do!

Let go. Let God.

Follow me even as I follow Christ - and never otherwise.

I love bends in road. There's something so alluring about them.

Expect great things from God, attempt great things for God.

Ich Dien (I serve) for His glory alone.

He that saves his life shall lose it, but he that loses his life for My Sake shall find it.

Never was so much owed by so many, to so few. How much more is the debt that mankind owes - to One?

What shall it profit a man, if he gains the whole world, and loses his soul? What will a man give in exchange for his soul?

Chosen of God. By His grace and mercy alone. No turning back - by His power alone.

Jesus, please hold my heart in Your Hand.

~Mademoiselle Siân

(Credits: God's Word, Jim Elliot, William Carey, John Waller, Millie Keith (book), Anne of Green Gables, Winston Churchill.)

Sunday, September 11, 2011

To My Son

To those who requested it: herein lieth the letter I wrote at age 15 and 9 months to an imaginary future son.

March 4th, 2008

To my dear eldest son, Scott David,

Your mother is only fifteen, nearly sixteen as she writes this letter to you. I am foolish, and don't know much, but I thought I should like to write a letter to the boy who, perhaps, will one day be my son. Maybe you will come to me through adoption, maybe through the sweet-bitter joy of giving birth, and maybe you will always stay - a child of my imagination.

I wonder what it will be like to look down on a tiny baby face, or perhaps that of a young boy, and say, "My son!" My heat seems to thrill as it whispers the words.

I wonder what you will look like. Will you have golden hair, black hair, brown hair or my red hair? Perhaps it will be as vivid as mine. Will your eyes be blue, grey, green, brown, hazel or a mix of two or several?

Still, that will not matter as long as you are strong and healthy and what God wants me to have. And even if you are not, God will probably want to test both of our loyalties to Him by our faithfulness in difficult times. Remember James 1:2-6: "Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, Who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him. But he must ask in faith without any doubting, for the one who doubts is like the surf of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind."

I know it is hard to trust the Lord; we are so apt to try and do things in our own strength. Even when we promise the Lord we will trust Him, we still find ourselves wondering if He can do it; still find that anxiety running through our frail frames.

Only once did I manage to trust Him completely, by His grace, and it was amazing how the care was lifted off my shoulders and I went to sleep peacefully trusting in Him. I can see the sense of that hymn now; Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey. It is so true.

I hope you are a Christian, my son. I will try to train you in the Lord's ways, but remember that they are past finding out, and I, too, am prone to err. When you are older, it would be so good to have a fellow Christian companionship, but as you are still young, I must learn to curb my own sharp temper and put up with - and teach you to control - your mischievous ways.

You will want to know, as many children, as even I myself wondered once, why I gave you the name you bear. Scott David. Did you ever hear your grandfather mention Thunderbirds? It is a children's video (TV programme) that I enjoy very much. The (characters and) setting is a man, Jeff Tracy, and his five sons - Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon and Alan. They run International Rescue, a private and highly-advanced emergency response organisation, which covers the globe and even reaches into space, rescuing people with their futuristic vehicles, the Thunderbirds.

In a time where most films are rubbish, and our society produces weak, womanly and indecent creatures which are given the name of "men", I had begun to doubt that any man could still exist. These puppet men refreshed me, showing that there were some left with the ideals in men that I cherish.

I named you, my son, after the character that, out of them all, I think I most admire; that of Scott Tracy. He is quiet and unassuming, yet can take control and make quick decisions when necessary. He is dependable and trustworthy, and appears to have high ideals. This is part of, to me, what makes a man.

But I would not have you follow a puppet, my dear Scott. No, because even something I have found with high ideals has its errors too. His language is not always that of the best, for instance. No, don't follow a puppet, but follow the Lord Jesus Christ. He is the only One Who will never give up on you, never let you down. He is the only One Who is perfect. Follow Him; walk closely in His footsteps. You will never succeed in becoming perfect; no human could do that without being Christ, and that is impossible. But try to imitate Him as much as possible, and I have a fair hope that you will succeed in fulfilling my ideal of a man.

There is so much to learn, and little that I know how to teach you. I am not a man, and I cannot teach you as a man could. I only hope that the Lord can direct us both, and bring you, through the blood of Christ, though the thorny path of life and keep you ever close to His side. Remember that He can, He will, He does forgive, though we fail Him often.

I should just like to include a poem which describes what should be some of the main goals of a true man. I do not agree with the author, Rudyard Kipling, on many things, but with his ideal of a man I can almost fully agree.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating;
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet both Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so HOLD ON when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them - Hold On!

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch.
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the earth - and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a MAN, my son!

Can you live up to that, Scott? I hope you will try. For in an age where Christian girls are wavering in their effort to keep pure, because they see no real men around them that are thankful for their efforts, it would be wonderful to see a true Christian man that appreciates them for attempting to keep the world from being more defiled than it is now. God bless you, my Scott. Live up to the name I chose for you. Perhaps - I shall write again, and tell you of the necessity to keep yourself pure in this day and age, and the reason why I chose your second name. For now, I will leave you with this to dwell on.

With much love,
Your Mother

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Questionnarre for the Man Who Wants to Marry Me

Written by a 7-8 year old. I found it highly amusing, so thought I'd share it before disposing of the scrap of paper it's written on.

1. Are you a Christian?
2. When were you saved?
3. Are you Amillenial, Pre. or other?
4 Do you believe in evolution, Gap Theory, Millions of years, or other?
5. Will you ever divorce me or go off with other women or have secret affairs?
6. Are you Homosexual?
7 Tell me if you ever get bored of me?
8. Will you "train up your child in the way he should go" so "when he is old he will not depart from it"?
9. Will you buy a big house for Mom + Dad to live in?
10. Will you live here

This is completely accurate to how it was written. I'm somewhere between laughter and tears. Some of these are no longer important to me. Some are majorly important and I'm glad they were drilled into me at such a young age. And...some show me too much of the child.


Friday, September 09, 2011

Does the Grey Line Exist?

(WARNING: Some of this content may be unsuitable for younger children.)

You won't ever recover or get to your full potential in Christ as long as you're focused on the grey line. If you’re constantly saying, “I don't see the harm in it; as long as I'm not doing anything OBVIOUSLY WRONG, then it's got to be all right,” it's focusing on getting as close to the line as you can without stepping over, not on trying to get as far away from it as you can to please Christ.

I feel like I want to go out down the clubs and spend time with some young people my own age in some tighter clothes and have a bit of alcohol and dance with a guy at a disco and do some necking in a car. My physical side's so achy I can't resist it.

And the Bible doesn't say I can't. It says I shouldn't be immodest. Well, I'm not. I'm going to wear clothes that are a bit comfortable that make me look good without being revealing. It says I shouldn't get drunk. All right, I'm not going to. I'm going to have some wine and stop being so different from everyone. And what's wrong with dancing and rubbing myself up a guy? Nothing. The Bible doesn't say anything against it. Necking in a car isn't having sex. I'm not stepping outside the lines.

Am I right? No! Of course not!

But why? Because being immodest isn’t the clothes over one’s skin. It’s the heart attitude that is changed by love for God enough to completely (as much as lies within our power) release the eyes of men from the physical and direct by Godly conversation to the spiritual. Because drinking alcohol is a fine line that leaves one open to criticism from the world and also to a deeper addiction than that. And while everything can cause an addiction, it’s advisable to get as far away from them as possible. Nothing’s wrong with dancing, or dancing with a guy. But the kind of dancing, the movement it produces and the way a lot of modern dancing is, points more to sex and appeals to the flesh than brings out movements of beauty and grace and gives healthy exercise – all of which glorify God. What’s wrong with kissing a guy? And oh, the joy it brings to finally KNOW the answer in my heart. Nothing. Nothing is wrong with kissing a guy. But the emotions it produces leads to unstableness, the heart follows the lips and it’s much easier to go all the way from one. Apart from the loss of the “first” (which isn’t a sin, just a regret), one’s heart follows one’s lips. Kissing lightly, no matter even if you just tell yourself it’s a basic attraction that won’t last, leaves a piece of your heart behind.

The fruit of the Spirit is love. God is Love. Love leads us to God, not to follow the grey line. And love does no wrong to a neighbour – and thinks nothing of itself.
Joy. Joy comes in true obedience to the will of God – and the more abundantly as you give up and give up to follow His Spirit into His presence.
Patience – to wait on God’s will and endure the pain as we cut the cancers to become like Him.
Kindness – product of love.
Faithfulness – product of patience.
Gentleness – softened as we walk further into the Light of His Glory.
All of them independent and yet intricately connected. Beautifully so.
And self control. Denying yourself isn’t easy. It’s painful. Agonising pain. Crucifixion is one of the most painful deaths there is – slowly starving you of oxygen. That’s exactly what it means when we are to crucify the old man. We don’t say, “We can’t do it; we aren’t strong enough,” because God has assured us that we “can do all things through Christ Who gives us strength.” And “God is not a man that He should lie.” We take that sin, that easy little weakness that seems so harmless, and we crucify it. We ignore the pain and we starve it of everything that would feed the parasite to our souls and keep it alive. We leave the porn. The cutting. The cyber-stuff. The emotional addictions. And we starve them into obedience to Christ.

That example I gave up there isn’t true, so breathe easy. :D It’s an example. Of exactly what one can get to inside the Bible lines. My entire backsliding for two years was within Biblical lines. All because the Bible didn't SAY I couldn't have a non-Christian boyfriend as long as we didn't have sex. It's all about getting AS FAR AWAY from the grey area/the black area (the further away you get, the more you see there's only black and white) as you can. Not what you can get away with. You will never reach your full potential while you're playing with the world. And I know I sound cruel. But please listen to me. I've been where you are and God smashed me. I've physical, emotional and spiritual scars for the rest of my life.

There's not a definition of worldliness. It's not, Thou shalt not drink, thou shalt not smoke, thou shalt not have sex, then thou shall not be like the world.

It's, “Come out of her, My people”. It's, Abstain from ALL forms or hints of anything which is not of Christ. It’s deny yourself and follow Me.

To the extreme limits. To the whiteness. From the darkness. Will you follow Him – no matter the cost, at every demand?

Saturday, September 03, 2011

It All Depends on How You View It!

Studying the artwork of Stephen Lauser, looking at the photography of Jacob Lauser and the writing of Matthew Lauser.

Time for a bit of promoting! Make sure you click on the links. ;)

When I look around me, I'm amazed to watch what God's doing in this generation through inspirational young men and women.
Girls who serve their families, reach out to the world through blogs and websites, using their various skills and talents in ways God has given them.
Girls like Carissa Mann, with her great editing and organising talents, who balances helping her family with changing other people's lives and her many blogs. Her bright faith, hope and passion reach out and inspire many. The same can be said of Hillary Hipps, Kaitland Conley, Rachel Garner, Grace Garner, Janae Leeke, Rebeka Fry, Anjelica Childs and so many others.

Guys like Jay Lauser (okay, I admit the world cannot imitate the achievements of the Lausers - but why not, in other areas?) who has created many websites, manages to balance family life - a HAPPY, HEALTHY family life with social networking, running his own forum, helping people *raises both hands*...Kyle Johnston, who has an active family and social life, runs his own web hosting company and uses social networking...Daniel Beals, author, musician, blogger, social networker...Andrew Beals, writer, musician, hopeful actor... and so many more.

Young men and women who try with all feeble human strength to love and serve God and reach out to others to the best of their ability, in the calling to which He has called them.
Join those people together and there will be a light that blazes across the world which no man can ignore, because that power is not of man, but of God.
God is the One Who calls the members of the body worldwide together. God is the One Who created man with the technology to build the internet, and it has brought His people together.
I don't believe that the world will come to know Christ. That isn't my doctrine and I don't see it taught anywhere in Scripture. But I believe that God can pour out through us a passion to change His church from the weak, spineless thing it has become to something filled with vibrating power and strength because HE is God and HE is worshipped and no longer our weak and human ideas and perceptions of Him.

I look at people like those I mentioned above. And so do you. We see their power, courage, strength, their waiting on God as they continue their day to day lives, and we see something extraordinary. Then we look at ourselves.
"What talents do I have that I can use for God? I can't see any opening to use them. I'm just - nothing. Nobody. I mean, they're all so gifted in all these areas, and my writing is poor. I can only sing a bit. I'm not very good at oratory. My poetry is poor - I can't get rhyme or meter or rhythm."
And you, like me, climb down off your ladder, go back to sorting tiny little ornaments and mounds of paper on your bedroom floor, think about your office job that's starting next week and see yourself doing this for the rest of your life. One endless cycle.
I'm willing to bet that most of those people I mentioned above don't see themselves as the extraordinary people I see them. That each of them just sees themselves as doing nothing more than a little something here and there, and carrying on doing their daily lives.

But God compiles little things into big things. I love Martin Luther's quote, "Until a man is nothing, God can make nothing out of him." And the same applies with little things. God never dropped a King in might and power on earth. Instead, He placed a helpless baby into an outcast family who was presumed to be illegitimate.
God uses the humble things to confound the wise. The naked, beaten Man on Golgotha lasted longer than the religious leaders who stood in front of Him, watching Him die. He rose. They died.

We all get eager for God to do something drastic. To change the world in a showdown that we can do big things for Him in. But God's way is slower. Taking things and breaking them, time and again, one small step at a time.

I start work this Thursday. Two days induction, then I start work properly on Monday next. It's a nine-til-five job, Monday to Friday, working at a call centre in Birmingham, phoning people and companies to do questionnaires down the phone. I've been wanting a job for almost a year now.
But I hate office jobs. Stuck indoors without a breath of fresh air. Fixed into a grind for the rest of my life of wake-eat-work-eat-work-home-online-sleep-repeat. Partly why I wanted to join the RAF was to get a varied work experience. An exciting life. A life of adventure. Now my life isn't my own.
But life wasn't my own anyway. It always was God's. God called me away from the RAF to wait on Him, to accept any job that came my way in the meantime. He gave me a duty to support my family. A duty which is a joy to me, in a strange way.

It's a choice. It's always a choice. On how I view it. With the depressive attitude I mentioned above? Or with this.
It's money! Money that I can save to go back to my dear, dear friends in the States with! That I can pay off debts and help support my family and save towards a new house and things we need! Money that I can help support my friends with!
And it's a job. Needs me to be hard-working and industrious. It's something God's given me to do! A fresh new scope for adventure! Cause, as I've said before - every day with God is an adventure. :D For some reason, this is the new door He's chosen to open to me - and there's a reason in there somewhere!

When coming down ill this week, Satan was throwing all my failures at me. I failed to get up at quarter to six. I failed to initiate regular family prayer. I failed to keep up the Bible reading with my sister - once because of my niece's crying, once because my sister was very tired, now because I am down ill with Hand Foot and Mouth (contagious).
It's a choice. Whether I choose to listen and let the burdens of my failures carry me down, or get back up and carry on, in God's strength and not in my strength.

The little things make up the big things. God will use us in big ways if we leave our impatience and faithfully serve Him in the little jobs He has called us to. Letters make words. Words make sentences. Sentence make pages. Pages make chapters. Chapters make a book. Who are we to complain if God seems to be using someone in a bigger way than us? He's prepared them for that task. He's preparing us for ours. Little stones make big castles. And we're based off the Chief Cornerstone.

Keep your eyes on the papers you're sorting, your heart with God. It's all in the way you view it. It's all a choice.

In Christ,

Something's Coming.

I'm restless, bursting with energy,
A feeling I cannot contain.
I'm seeing the bigger picture,
In a clarity hereto yet ungained.
I sit on my bed and type,
With a room at my feet to complete -
And I know there's a world that is stirring,
With a power I have yet to meet.

I know the world out there is dark,
The lights of Christian faith burning dim.
But something out there is coming,
And I'm positive I'm burning for Him.
There's potential in so many people,
This generation is starving for more.
God has called us and set us alight,
If not to light the world, then what for?

I've been with the next generation.
The young people who sit at home
Go out to club or on a date,
Or play games and "BORED" they moan.
And been with another generation,
Young people called by God, set apart.
They have a purpose, a fire,
God, let what's coming, start!

There's an irradience, a beauty,
A passion we're dying to meet.
Oh God, what can it be
That's driving us to our feet?
We long and long to serve You,
To show Your glory and power.
But keep us waiting, Father,
Teach us patience til Your hour.

We have so much that's left to learn,
And will til eternity.
The passion, God, let it linger,
Fill our hearts with fire for Thee!
Teach us humble submission.
Teach us to love Your ways.
Remove ourselves entirely.
Then use us - to Your praise.

Friday, September 02, 2011


Well, here's the first of today's blog posts. :D Here's an email Mom sent me with some random but very good quotes. Enjoy!

“When I try, I fail. When I trust, He succeeds.” - Corrie Ten Boom

“Great cathedrals and costly houses of worship dazzle our eyes and stir the wonder of the passerby; mighty throngs stream through their aisles every Sabbath; and yet there is a situation that chills the hearts of many of God’s wisest servants. It is a good time to inquire, ‘Where is the Lord God of Elijah?’” - Rev. E. K. Cox, 1929

“One hundred religious persons knit into a unity by careful organization do not constitute a church any more than eleven dead men make a football team.” - A.W. Tozer

“We live in a day of itching ears but I have no commission from God to scratch them.” - Leonard Ravenhill

“A true love of God must begin with a delight in his holiness.” -Jonathan Edwards

“Religion today is not transforming people; rather it is being transformed by the people. It is not raising the moral level of society; it is descending to society’s own level, and congratulating itself that it has scored a victory because society is smilingly accepting its surrender.” - A. W. Tozer

“The early church was married to poverty, prisons and persecutions. Today, the church is married to prosperity, personality, and popularity.” - Leonard Ravenhill

“Trying to do the Lord’s work in your own strength is the most confusing, exhausting, and tedious of all work. But when you are filled with the Holy Spirit, then the ministry of Jesus just flows out of you.” - Corrie Ten Boom.

-All quotes found at the following site-

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