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2012-02-02T02:57:00.000-06:00

Going to the dome changed my life. God was among us. And for four days, the Georgia Dome became the temple of the Holy Spirit.

People have asked me, "so what was the greatest thing you learned?", to which I honestly have to answer that summing it up, or putting it into a neat package would significantly diminish all that I feel turning inside of me. One of the big things that happened, was my perspective on human life changed. The weight of what it means that we are created in the image of God is weighing on my heart in a new way.

I feel like my soul is alive for the first time in a long time.

I was listening to this public radio broadcast last week, about how iPhones and other electronics are made. I learned a lot. And even as I write this my heart still aches within my chest, as I question and think about and chew on what I heard. It's bad out there. What is even more compelling, to me, is that so much slavery around the world is being perpetrated by people like me. Americans. So I stand in this awkward in between, and feel a responsibility that I never have before - A responsibility to do something.

Earlier this week, I posted the opening paragraph to Isiah 61. I feel like this chapter has been so impressed upon my heart... Like it's the next step. We stand in such a great place of power, you and I. We can have so much influence. And yet, we sit around on the internet, and drink in advertisement like it's water. We are truly consumers.

Yes, the more I learn about myself, the more I want to change. More to come...

__________________

and if you get the chance, listen to this: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/454/mr-daisey-and-the-apple-factory

I feel like my life is headed....

2012-02-02T02:39:00.002-06:00

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
   because the LORD has anointed me
   to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
   to proclaim freedom for the captives
   and release from darkness for the prisoners,^[a]
to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
   and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
  and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
   instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
   instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
   instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
   a planting of the LORD
   for the display of his splendor.

less than three

2011-11-22T13:01:00.000-06:00

Love Saves. Love Restores. Love Rescues.

Love breaks barriers. Love softens. Love changes.

Love brings truth. Love brings restoration to broken things. Love brings hope.

Love seeks justice. Love is not selfish. Love brings life.

To Embrace the Mystery

2011-09-17T20:33:00.007-05:00

Spiritual identity is so deeply personal. How we view God and how we view God views us, has this profound effect on how we live our lives for Him and with others. I went through this season of life where I thought I needed to know all the answers. Like somehow my knowing made me more holy, or something like that. Because if I knew what was right, that would make everyone else... wrong?

It's all so cliquey, isn't it?

The people who are in, the people who are out, the chosen, the heretics, the lost, the saved, the people who need prayer. Honestly there are so many social norms to keep up with, sometimes it can make you feel like you're loosing your mind. Who knows, maybe I have.

These last few years I've personally been wrestling with this whole concept. I like to put labels on things to keep track of them, but sometimes I suck at labeling. Part of me whats to know where I fit in, and who are my people, too. One problem is that I tend to act like a magnet. I don't like this or that, so I'm going to swing to the other end of the spectrum, oops, but they are messed up too. My life ends up looking like a 4 year-old's birthday bowling party with the bumper lanes. Boyng, boyng, boyng.

So this summer, I finally thought I figured it out. What I believe, and why, and where I see that in the Bible, and how I think that is expressed, and what all this truth meant to me. Remember, somehow this was contributing to my spiritual health, right? Then I engaged in this really inspiring talk with someone who I deeply admire and love. We were talking about the weight of the universe. How vast and deep and infinite it all really is out there. She started brainstorming a point, about how God knew Jeremiah before he was even born, and wondering if we existed before our time on earth, and what exactly that would really mean for us here, now, in the present.

My mind was blown.

Math has never been my strongest point. I had to take one math class in college to complete my degree, and I literally sobbed doing my homework through almost the entire course. It was beginning algebra. I don't know much about math, but what I do know is that there are alot of variables, and if even one of those variables is off, even just a little bit, the answer for X will not be accurate. (I know this because I often made lousy, simple mistakes at the beginning of an equation and at the end got some bizarre, horribly incorrect answer.) If you don't understand one simple thing, or forget to add, subtract, multiply, divide, or do any of these things in the incorrect order, you'll end up confused and wrong.

The point of me telling you all of this is not to invent new ideas, or to state that I believe a certain thing, or to vent about my college math experience, rather its to state that I really don't know anything. In the infinite, cosmic, glorious equation that is life... I can look at the numbers, and I can try to add them up, but in the end, if I miss even one small thing, my answer could come out horribly mistaken. Worse yet, I could lead others into believing that I have the answer to the question, and while I would like to, I simply don't, can't, won't.

I use to get really upset about theological things. People believe stupid things, you know? And wen't we raised to defend and know what we believe, and to stand up for what is right? Sometimes. But other times we are invited to embrace the mystery. To wonder in amazement at all that God's hand has created. To stand, sit, and fall on our faces in Awe of His marvelous pallet of creation. Inspiration.

For me, this brings freedom, imagination, grace, and trust. Freedom to understand that I will never understand everything there is to know about the equation of life, imagination and creativity that I would lean in to hear the sound of God's voice as to what this all really means, grace to accept that I have been, am, and will be wrong, (and so will other people), and to trust, that what God says is truth.

What God says is truth, and I don't have to understand all of it.

I can sit back in my chair at rest, knowing that this thing called life is more infinite, eternal, and cosmic than my imagination. God's plans are more detailed, macro, good, and marvelous than even my most creative comprehension. And the gospel is more beautiful, undeniable, and true than anything I will ever know.

Theories about God trip me up in my spiritual journey, and sabotage my spiritual identity, even to the point that they cause me to be unable to live with others in community. But God, He doesn't trip me up, infact, He holds me up when I start to fall. He knows I can not comprehend His good plans, but He lets me in on them anyway, and speaks to me in the kind of language that my pea brain can understand. He says things like love, truth, and justice are really important to Him. He says that He sent His Son, Jesus, so that we could have an eternal relationship without hindrance with Him. That we are called to affirm the culture of heaven. This is beautiful.

Looking back, I've been a real stick in the mud. I've spoken out of turn, thinking I know the mind and will of God. The truth is, I'm a kid standing at a blackboard that goes on forever, trying to solve equations I don't understand, listening to other kids who don't get it either, (but who think they do), and we're coming up with some really shiny theories about what all these big numbers mean. It's at this point that I'm going to drop my blood covered chalk, sit down at my student desk, and behold the mystery of it all. The other's can fight and debate, and argue about it, but sometimes beholding and appreciating the mystery is the most inspiring, liberating, and awe inspiring thing you can do.

So Teacher, what am I suppose to know?

There is this ancient Hebrew passage in a book called Job, where after all of his troubles, trials, and encounters with evil, Job questions The Living God, and God replies. It's the kind of stuff that puts you in your place, smacks you with awe, and leaves you speechless. (You can listen to some of it in my previous post.) Then after all is said and done, Job speaks. I share this with you, because I feel like in some way I can relate to Job's words. I need to say them, because as of late I've been a real jerk pushing my opinions. I'm sorry. This is my song:

I know You [God] can do anything, and no one can stop You. You ask, "who is this that questions My wisdom?"

It is I.

And I was talking about things I did not understand. Things far too wonderful for me to comprehend.

I take back everything I said, and sit in dust and ashes to show my repentance.

Things that Inspire me.

2011-09-15T13:13:00.000-05:00

It does us well to remember.

2011-09-11T14:04:00.003-05:00

As I remember, grieve, & pray today, I am struck with the understanding that the issue we face as a nation and as a people is not birthed from religion or race or difference, but rather from depths of our souls. Bitterness, hate, resentment... kills. I'm so thankful we serve a God who came, in love, to restore creation to the perfect plan He had all along. He takes what was intended for evil, and uses it for good. He saves us from the hate that destroys, and offers a better way. Forgiveness.

This is what I think about when the coffee business isnt booming...

2011-06-30T19:24:00.003-05:00

A man, who we'll call Patrick, told me a story today about the week his first child was born. The first days of their new family were filled with jubilation, exhilaration and exhaustion. After some explanation of the events that they experienced, he left me with these words of 'wisdom', "Get it (the baby) out of the room! For the first three days, you need time alone. The nurses will feed, bathe, and take care of it ... its their job, let them." This piece of advice caused my heart to think, wonder, ponder, and question... I can only imagine the complete exhaustion that a new baby brings, yet at the same time, the blissful euphoria. After some exploration of this story, I couldn't help but arrive at the conclusion that this perspective represents more than just one man's opinion regarding those first family days, it represents what much of our culture and society embraces, and encourages as a whole.

Most children in the western world spend their developmental years at camps, schools, activities, day care, or with friends. And the precious few hours that are spent with their parents are usually found at the end of the day, or are crammed in so that adults can feel fulfilled in their parental duties. To them, after all, it's someone elses job to take care of their children. That is why they have doctors, teachers, day cares, sports, and camps. The concept of how much time parents actually spend with their children is not a question that is frequently thought about. Independence is valued with such weight, that some people have even deceived themselves into believing that they are doing their offspring some sort of favor.

As a people, we have become so integrated with our culture; Independence, individuality, and self-actualization are seemly always at the forefront of our minds. Servant leadership and love seems to have become a lost art. As a result, many of those around us find themselves love starved, alone, and depressed. I can't help but to contemplate, especially as a woman, what the call to motherhood looks like it my life. Not only in a physical sense, but in a spiritual way as well. To pray on their behalf, sacrifice that they would have, and to love limitlessly. Part of parenting requires that we invest our time, energy, and resources into those whom God has given us. Not the left overs - the best.

As followers of Christ, His Kingdom ought to always be on our minds. Sometimes it can be so easy to look outside of those who are closest to us, that we miss why we were placed here. Lets face it, serving those at a distance is usually easier than those closest to us. Whether it be at work, school, or the mission field, distance brings a lack of intimacy, and along with it a level of safety. As time has gone on, I have begun to believe that the #1 mission is usually to serve those whom God has placed closet to you, and through an honest, authentic relationship with Him, we are able to serve those whom He has called us to love; namely our family.

Oh that God would impress on my heart more every day, that souls last forever. That everything in this world will one day come to an end, but that people have eternal significance. Ultimately that I would raise children (both spiritual and physical) in the way they should go, and love them in a way that they might come to know Christ.

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Questions Im pondering:

What can I learn from Father God, Abba, about parenting?

Spiritual and physical adoption - In what way is God calling me to adopt, and in what ways do I need to feel adopted?

"I hate nature"

2011-06-30T12:05:00.004-05:00

A friend and I went for a walk in the woods. We ended up getting very lost. The last hour and a half can be summed up by the phrase we simultaneously shouted; "I hate nature". The walk, overall, was very nice, and the wood magical. I only wish my cell phone could have captured the beauty that first surrounded us, but alas it did not.

2011-06-23T01:25:00.001-05:00

Nichole Nordeman's "Please Come" (from This Mystery, released in 2000).

Oh the days when I drew lines around my faith
To keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe.
And oh, the sense of my own self-entitlement
To say who's wrong, and won't belong, and cannot stay.
'Cause somebody somewhere decided we'd be better off divided
And somehow, despite the damage done

He says, 'Come.'
There is room enough for all of us, please come.
And the arms are open wide enough, please come.
And our parts are never greater than the sum
This is the heart of the One
Who stands before an open door and bids us come.

Oh the times that I have failed to recognize
How many chairs are gathered there around the feast.
To break the bread and break these boundaries
That have kept us from our only common ground,
The invitation to sit down

If we will come.

Honesty is such a lonely word

2011-06-23T00:59:00.003-05:00

In the words of Billy Joel, 'Honesty is such a lonely word, everyone is so untrue. Honesty is hardly ever heard, but mostly what I need from you." But what happens when you're more dishonest with yourself, than anyone else? I discovered this week that the many smokescreens I've used to protect myself, have infact done more damage than benefit. At some point a person needs to stop and ask, who am I really? Beneath all the clever sayings, witty comebacks, and fabricated realities, no matter how small, who am I?

This week I have been exploring the depths of what this means to me and learning what it means to be truly honest with those scattered around me, and those with whom I am closest. It means taking down some walls, being authentic, and sometime sharing my truth. It hurts.

At the same time, Im excited to discover who I really am. Its time to tear down the walls that I've put up to protect myself, and settle into the warm embrace of the arms of my Heavenly Father. Its in this place of total surrender that I can start to ask, "Who did You create me to be?"

2011-06-04T23:22:00.004-05:00

"What every artist must learn is that even the failed pieces are essencial"

God wastes nothing. Suffering has a way of exposing new perspectives.

Looking forward to engaging with Gabe Lyons this weekend.

Three of my favourite people in the world

2011-05-31T01:48:00.003-05:00

Bingo, Keno, and a really bad photo booth.

2011-05-31T01:30:00.003-05:00

Folks, I just want to say: look at the background. Have you ever seen such a terrible photobooth background? This thing was seriously the worst.... ha ha ha

Rob Bell : And love wins

2011-03-01T19:06:00.005-06:00

Dear friends,

I have kept many opinions to myself over the last two years. At one time I felt that sharing my perspective was a good thing, however, I soon learned that many times it is more devastating than beneficial to the cause of the gospel. But on this issue, I can be silent no longer.

For the last week I have watched as my news feed and inbox has been flooded with blogs, articles, and warnings regarding Rob Bell's latest book, Love wins. At first I was shocked, and horrified that a teacher as influential as Bell would turn to the dark side of universalism. Like many of you, I was first linked to Justin Taylor's blog. I read it. Watched the video. Read the tweets by many top Christian leaders. And I sat, perplexed. I understand the passion of many of these Christian leaders to defend the gospel, and to make sure that it is kept pure. I love the Good News that is expressed to us in scripture, and it grieves and angers me when it is distorted or tainted. But I am getting ahead of myself. First, lets take a look at the video that is causing such an up rise:

LOVE WINS. from Rob Bell on Vimeo.

And with that, the Internet sparked with activity. Top names in the Christian reform movement started talking, blogging, and tweeting. JR Woodword sums this explosion for us in his blog:

Here are some of the judgments people have made on twitter, which had
Bell trending in the top 10 yesterday:

@John Piper: Farewell
Rob Bell (he then linked to Justin Taylor’s blog article Rob Bell:
Universalist?)

@HarrisJosh: There’s nothing loving about preaching a
false gospel. This breaks my heart. Praying for Rob Bell. (linking to same
article)

@between2worlds (Justin Taylor’s blog) Universalist?: John
Piper once wisely wrote, “Bad theology dishonors God and hurts people. Churches…

@CindyCook12345 :Rob Bell, Rob Bell, so glad u took off ur sheeps
clothing and glad I threw ur book in the trash years ago!

When I read these quotes, my heart is so deeply saddened. I would like to first point out, that none of these bloggers, or tweeters have actually read Bell's book, which comes out next month. Their judgement comes only from the video posted, and the publishers short description. As many of you know, I deeply admire these people of God, infact I attended Piper's church for two years, and have talked with him personally. With that said, I am very, very, very disappointed in the reaction of these leaders. We wonder why secular humanists want nothing to do with Christianity, why we seem to be unapproachable, and why many people are turning to humanistic universalism? Its because the counterfeit love of humanism seems more loving than the gospel we live. Scripture says that we will know His {God's} people by their love for one another. How is this loving?

This whole thing caused such an upset, that the Washington Post picked up the article. Rob asks the questions of the multitudes - if conservative Evangelicals don't like it, its unfortunate that they are so detached from the hearts of the people that seek to understand who God is, and the truth about heaven and hell. This is not a missional heart.

In the mean time, I'm looking forward to reading the book. As I said, none of these bloggers, except for this guy, have actually read it. (And if you think he is lying, check this out). According to him, Bell ends on this note, which if its true, means he is not a universalist:

"... In speaking of the expansive, extraordinary, infinite love of
God there
is always the danger of neglecting the very real consequences of
God's love.
Namely God's desire and intention to see things become
everything they were
intended to be. For this to unfold, God must say about
a number of acts and
to those who would continue to do them 'Not here you
won't.'

Love demands freedom. We are free to resist, reject, and
rebel
against God's ways for us. We can have all the hell we want."

Okay, so guess what, it looks like the only thing he may be guilty of is not being a Calvinist. For those of you who are wondering what Rob's stand is, check out his church website, where he states:

Jesus is our only hope for bringing peace and reconciliation between God and humans. Through Jesus we have been forgiven and brought into right relationship with God.

With that said, I feel that the comments by Piper, Taylor, and Harris were grossly out of line, and inconsistent with the gospel of Christ. Once I read the book, I may disagree with Bell, and therefor will have another blog to write. But in the mean time, for this situation, I am grieved, and I truly believe the Spirit of God is grieved, too.

FL Trip

2011-01-16T20:42:00.007-06:00

At the fountain of youth!

Our lives are made in these small hours..

2011-01-16T19:57:00.006-06:00

Watching the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean with good friends + more.

Teenage Dream

2011-01-09T18:46:00.003-06:00

There are moments in life that sweep you off your feet, leave you breathless, and remain as vivid one year later as it was the night they happened. There are also songs that capture that snipit of time and express it perfectly. This is one such song. A song that brings me back, and gets my heart racing. Love the remix.

Applican Form, UPDATED!

2010-11-25T01:59:00.005-06:00

Many of you have asked me, "Brit, why is it that you don't have a boyfriend?". Well folks, thats easy. No one has met my list of requirements. What are my requirements? That is a wonderful question! I've thought for some time about it, and I think I can definitely give you my top 10 requirements for dacourtingship. I've examined all the guys I've liked over the last 6 years, and have come up with some pretty solid answers.... For your reading pleasure, they are listed in application format... Please pass this on to male friends, or any attractive cousins.

10. What brand and model of headphones do you currently use/own? (If they 'came with your iPod', you're automatically out),I must be able to respect your headphones.

9. Calvinism, Arminesium, both, or neither?

8. What OS do you currently use? (The more obscure, the better. Unix command line gives you bonus points.)

7. What web browser do you currently use? (IE = automatic failure)

6. Complete this sentence. Outside the box______
a) Is dangerous, I'd prefer to stay inside where its safe
b) Is when life begins
c) What box? I don't see a box!

5. Do you own any technology related t-shirts? If so, what kind?

4. What kind of DSLR do you own? (you MUST own one, and be willing to take me on photoshoots for dates... and be okay if I see something and bolt across a muddy field, only to ruin whatever Im wearing to 'get the shot')

3. What are your thoughts towards missions work, and missionaries. Are you one?

2. What is your heart towards worship - what does worshiping God mean to you?

1. On a scale from 1-10, how much do you love weighted companion cubes?

Bonus Points: Glasses, white teeth, cool shoes, nerdy pick up lines, piano hands, sarcasm, intelligence, close relationship with family, at least 2-3 siblings, a college degree, compassion, a sense of humor, spikey hair, and pea coats.

Negative Points: Beards, skinny arms, long toe nails, guns, myspace, shopping at A&F or hollister, musician, you think Dr's know everything, you believe we landed on the moon.

(((((((((SARCASM)))))))))))

2010-10-20T19:14:00.003-05:00

This week has been, by far, one of the toughest weeks of my life. So many things have happened - so many things I can not share. What has been impressed on my heart through this experience has been the art of sitting before the throne of God. That through my tears, and pain, that I might sing to Him. I stumbled across this song on youtube by one of my favourite artists. Its been sort of an anthem for me this week... I hope you enjoy it.

After some time away....

2010-08-09T17:04:00.001-05:00

I am back! I've been (and still am) swamped with work and school! Ah, but its a good thing.

I was watching this video from Hilsong United, and the thought struck me... How blessed I am that we live in a country, where multitudes like these can gather together and proclaim the name of Jesus! Sometimes I forget the privilege I have.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-08YZF87OBQ&a=GxdCwVVULXe_CsFKGYdpT8r6HEYb-klf

2010-06-10T13:10:00.000-05:00

Mothers day @ Hosanna!

2010-05-11T16:45:00.001-05:00

This was one of the best performances I have EVER seen! :D

2010-05-11T16:37:00.002-05:00

This Mothers day was very strange -- Its the first year that I have wanted to be a mom. Yeah, I know, this is freaky stuff, people!

My BFF's :)

2010-04-06T21:54:00.002-05:00

Rah rah ah ah ah roma roh ma ma gah gah oh la la

2010-02-20T15:23:00.002-06:00

What youre looking for has been here the whole time..

2010-02-07T11:24:00.002-06:00

2010-02-06T16:20:00.000-06:00

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Still

2010-01-25T22:23:00.002-06:00

One of my favourite songs out of Hillsong

Battle of the Bands Winter 2010

2010-01-18T00:26:00.002-06:00

Last night I went to Club 3* hard rock battle of the bands. Here are our memories.

Emily and I at Breakthrough's merch table

Will & I hanging out in the game room. No, the blue isn't an effect. The light was just that blue.

We believe this photo describes our personalises.

Mitchel & Will fighting.

One of the bands talking on stage.

Emily & I laughing about some odd thing.

I just think this is an awesome photograph to end this blog...

2010-01-03T15:04:00.001-06:00

If express boys were popsicles I would buy a 12 pack and share 6 with you.

-a true friend

Saturday Night Live!

2009-12-31T13:26:00.003-06:00

Will looks ashamed...

Yes... He was actually burping in this picture.. it was akward...

Andrew the PIMP :P

The best people in the world, just happen to be in my life right now. :)

2009-12-22T21:30:00.003-06:00

Group Hug! Im in there somewhere too..

This one needs a bit of explainging... See I made the noose, and Seth, who was sitting next to me, made the stick man.. I thought it was sick. Later we found the stick man with a plastic bag over his head. And before I left that night, at 3:00am, I found him hanging by the noose, again, attached to my rear view mirror. I blame Seth for this!

Love you guys! :)

All the girls love Andrew. Can you tell?

Home...

2009-12-15T23:27:00.003-06:00

One of my friends suggested this song...

...I finally got around to listening to it today, and I must say, this song resonates with what has been on my heart this last week. There have been so many times that I have just stopped in the middle of whatever I am doing, only to realize I miss him. I want to go home. I want to BE his home. My life is peaking, and the closer I get to reaching the top, the more I realize how badly I wish this one, the one God has planned to be my other half, would be there with me. Im lucky I know, but I want to go home. So many times, so many unwritten letters, "I miss you". I can hardly wait to make him the most loved person on the earth. All this is very strange coming from Miss Liberation, Miss I Need Independence... And its hard to imagine that being truly free means being held close in the arms of someone else. And I m surrounded by so many people, and Im missing someone who I have never met before.

Missions in America: Part I

2009-12-08T12:42:00.006-06:00

An Introduction:

When I think about being a missionary, my mind is usually drawn to distant lands, across raging seas, to people who are in desperate need of saving. I picture in my mind, places like Darfur, Uganda, the Philippines, Malaysia, or India. All of which provide amazing opportunities to be the hands and feet of Christ, to the hurting, poverty stricken, and war-torn people. Before I start sharing what I believe is the calling for missions in America, I should first state that I absolutely adore, and fully support global missions. It is a huge weight, and calling on those who go, and they should be supported 100% by us, the body of Christ, in their mission to "go into all the world" teaching the good news of Christ. With that said, most of us will not be called to leave out homeland, at least not long-term, in order to share the gospel. But does that mean that we are not missionaries? Of course not! Just as God has a special calling on the lives of abroad missionaries, He has placed a special calling on our lives as well. A life that ought to be filled with excitement, risks, prayer, Holy Spirit encounters, miracles, and transformation of those around us. This is something I feel like the Lord has pressed on my heart for the last few months; That my homeland is my mission field.

For some of you, this is an easy concept to understand, and for others, it may not click at first. Perhaps I should start out by laying the framework by saying that the second we accepted Christ as our saviour, we were adopted into the Royal Family of God's Kingdom. This makes us sons, and daughters, of a living God, but it also makes His kingdom in heaven our home. Which means no matter were we go on this earth, we are in foreign territory. The hard thing for most of us, especially my generation, is learning to see where we grew up, through the glasses of a missionary. As I mentioned in the paragraph above, we usually associate the places in greatest need of missions are people groups who are experiencing hurt, poverty, and who are war-torn. On the surface, perhaps, our country, which was once founded on Biblical based principles, seems to be fairly "okay". Sure, there are hurting, poor, and needy. But compared to the rest of the world, we have it pretty good. And we do.. or do we? Please understand I am trying to be patronizing, or in any way attempting to diminish the need for global giving, as the lives of people, who were created in God's image ought to be of the utmost importance to us, however at the same time, I would like to give you some examples of how these three markers for the need of missions applies to life in America.

The Hurting, Poverty, and War-torn.

When I speak of war-torn, I am not speaking about a country who is "at war". Especially in western civilization, we cant fully understand, or comprehend the the brutality of being a truly war torn nation. We might go to war, and there might be drafts, but it never crosses our minds, that our children, as young as four years old would be ripped from our arms, and forced to kill in a civil war. We don't have to worry about solderers bursting into our homes, and killing us simply because of the nation we live in. And for the most part, we rarely think about a government purposely inflicting terroristic attacks on its people, for an unknown political agenda. Most of what goes on in the world, is beyond our realm of understanding, because in the physical realm, we just don't have to deal with it. Yet there is a realm to which we can not see, but that affects our physical existence. Some people call this the "spiritual" realm, and weather or not you agree with this term, as Christians it is foolish to deny its existence. Paul wars us in Ephesians 6:12, that "[For] We do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.". With this reference in mind, let me share with you, that in a very literal spiritual sense: America is war-torn. Our children are being plucked from our arms, and forced into battle, and we are hunted simply because we are citizen of the Kingdom of God. Maybe not in physical sense, but in Spiritual realm, there is a terrifying battle taking place. It is not fought with artillery, or weapons, yet the battle ground is stained, and running with a river of blood. The enemy is at work here, and he is out to destroy every one of us. The battle is raging, and we are a war-torn people.

As I write this today, our country is in spiritual chaos. Our president recently announced we are not a Christian nation, and while you might be appalled by his statement, he is absolutely right. Most "christian" churches have fallen onto one, of two camps. The first falling into a universal spirituality based on lovey, mushy spiritualism, and the other, so consumed with the law, seems to fail in recognize the hurting, and in tern tend to cause more damage to the already shattered in the process. Both of these extremes, which I will discuss later, are equally as damaging to the Kingdom of God, and do not accurately express the heart of God expressed to us though scripture. No wonder so many other religions, and the lack of religion, are on the rise not only in America, but around the world. I will share with you in more detail about how this crisis plays out in daily life, and the effects is causes on American culture. But for now, I hope you will start to see the people around, not for what is on the surface, but that you would have a clear understanding that those you see around around you are the wounded. And maybe, just maybe, amidst perhaps the polished exterior, the cold cynic, the radical spiritualist, and the indifferent rebellion, you will start to see that these are the crutches of the walking wounded. The crutches to those who without protection, have been hurt, no nearly destroyed from the battle that rages. These are wounded who are in desperate need of saving.

Omlette...

2009-12-02T22:01:00.001-06:00

2009-11-05T23:55:00.004-06:00

My home is where You dwell. My joy lies in the delight of Your heart. May I never loose sight of You, my first and forever Love. The desire of my soul.

2009-10-05T00:24:00.001-05:00

"The Story" Trailer from Hosanna! Church Lakeville MN on Vimeo.

2009-09-30T07:32:00.002-05:00

7:32am. I had almost forgotten that 7 came twice in one day. *yawn* This is far too early for a night person like me to be awake. *squints eyes* Hello world...

If I were to tell the truth...

2009-09-10T20:36:00.003-05:00

... I would tell you I have a little crush on Michael, from Arrested Development.

2009-08-25T02:21:00.002-05:00

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?

God is so good ^_^

2009-08-18T14:25:00.000-05:00

I love hearing the stories out of Redding CA. :D

2009-08-17T00:49:00.003-05:00

[That is to say, that after much time, your happiness is still of the utmost importance to me. And though you may not know it by my completely disconnected front, when you laugh, I smile, and when you cry, I grieve. If we were to count the past, I suppose this silent treatment I fully deserve, but wont you please see that beyond what was, I am trying to be. Be exactly who you needed me to be, and who I truly was all along, but only for a flicker received the chance to see. I'd like to thank you for your patient endurance over the years, it was very brave of you. But like so many other things, I discarded it as trivial. They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and that it is only skin deep, and while the former might be true, in the eyes of this this beholder, you are pure perfection. And I'm sorry it has taken me so many spring seasons to discover this; the truth I have always known.]

2009-08-10T00:31:00.002-05:00

Dear Father,

Your creation is so beautiful. Everywhere I look, your finger prints are evident. Thank you, for painting with your heavenly pallet, such an awe inspiriting universe. You blow my mind! And thank you for sharing it with us, you are so good.

-Your Daughter

2009-08-07T22:49:00.003-05:00

It is so hard to watch. It is painful to be helpless. It is tormenting to feel so paralyzed. I feel stuck in such a strange place. Phone call after phone call, constantly pouring in. There is such evil in this world. It is only increasing. And it is flooding into our churches. Its also allowed. I suppose thats the hardest thing of all. Watching it being allowed. Surely this is not how God's people are suppose to conduct themselves. I find myself being so easily angered by this. Perhaps it is a Holy anger. Yet at the same time, I find myself loosing focus. I find myself blaming the people, instead of the enemy. Oh how wicked he is. I've found for the first time in my life, a disgust for religion. Truly. I have found a deep sympathy for those who have been wounded by it, and for the people standing on the outside, watching the corruption literally seep from the inside out. And then suddenly a revaluation. Is this entity, the church, corrupt? Yes, indeed it is. But it is Christ's bride. I mourn, for how many things I have said against her, though perhaps totally justified. Because while it might be detestable, He loves her. He has been waiting, like a bridegroom, for his bride. He is madly in love with her. He sees all her faults, and yet hopes to redeem her. He is passionate about all this. And it is His desire that when He comes for her, that she is holy, and pure. And here I am, talking about His beloved. Do you think perhaps this hurts Him? It brings a new level of grace, to see the imperfections, feel His desire for change, yet also feel His passionate, fiery, unwavering love. As a follower of Him, it brings such conviction, and a newer, deeper level of understanding. Why it is so important to speak the truth in love. Why we are not to wound one another. And also, perhaps, the power of our words, spoken against another. This doesn't mean lacking discernment between that which is of God, and that which is not. It just means proceeding with caution. Because if I speak out of line, I am not merely speaking out against an organization. I am speaking out against His bride.

2009-08-05T00:55:00.003-05:00

Sometimes life is so gosh darn complicated! I don't like this, not one bit. : (

2009-08-01T21:49:00.002-05:00

Oh Daddy,

I am so confused, so angry, and so broken hearted. I feel like I have tried to speak out for Your children. Those who have been oppressed, and victimised. Daddy, even the heathens do not live like this, so why, oh why do your people?! Why is what is seen as evil to the state, and not seem evil in Your church? My heart weeps for those being oppressed by Your law, instead of being set free by it. I know you never intended it to be like this, and I so long for You hold the shattered in Your arms, so You could tell them how loved they are. I can not understand this. I can not understand the pain that is being inflicted on Your beloved, Your bride. Abuse is such a dirty thing, a dirty thing that is always swept under the carpet. But I know Your heart, Daddy. I know You never intended for the Godly to live this way. I know You desire that children would grow up safe, Godly, and whole. I know You love Your daughters so dearly, but Daddy, they have forgotten. The head of their homes, who call themselves followers of You, are beating them, inside and out. They are speaking the most despicable things to them, and teaching their children to rebel. And these woman, these wives, these mothers, have forgotten what it means to be loved. They feel worthless, and abandoned. And yet somehow though all of this, they are seen as the enemy. Is this so? I don't understand this harshness in Your church. Hear my cries, oh Good One. Speak to me. Please! You must. Am I wrong? How long must I keep silent, or am I suppose to speak? I can not bare this injustice, for I love You. And to love you is to love justice. I just don't know what to do anymore. I never expected this from Your people. I never expected Your elders to condone such behavior. Wont You please show me Your heart? I must know what You are thinking and feeling. Regardless, Daddy, I know You to be good. So even as I speak to You now, will you hold my sisters, and the children in Your arms? Would You wipe the tears from their cheeks. And would you begin to pick up the pieces of their soul, shattered on the floor? Oh, that You might tell them how much You love, and adore them. Remind them of Your plans. Give them the strength they can not find on their own. And guide them to leaders who are safe. I love you. Thank you, for I know You will take what the enemy intended for evil, and You will use it for good.

2009-07-31T16:03:00.000-05:00

2009-07-26T19:45:00.001-05:00

Last night I had a dream I worked with Margaret today... Then I woke up, and thought it was true... But then I realized it was just a dream... And then I ended up working with her today... Crazy

Being Home

2009-07-22T10:58:00.003-05:00

God bless the body of believers I now find myself placed in! I love being able to share with folks what God is doing there. I love the heart of our Father, towards His children. He is so good!

2009-06-23T22:38:00.001-05:00

*sigh*

Tonight, was a good night. Excited to see what happens. Its on the horizon.

Just showing off our worship leaders a bit ;)

2009-06-17T20:11:00.001-05:00

My wonderful church - Palm Sunday? maybe the week before

Outside my own front door...

2009-06-16T22:07:00.003-05:00

I live in the suburbs. Nothing too exciting happens around here. I live on the "right side" of the tracks. And while you every now and then hear about something happening, my life has been, for the most part, pretty sheltered. Even my church - its pretty cushy. We are in a nice area. But looks, as I have found, can be deceiving. Just because we cover ourselves with attractiveness, it doesn't change the fact, we are all so close to being the same. Call me a stereotypical thinker, perhaps Iam, but as I have sought God these last few months, I have been seeking where I might go to do some missions work. Little did I know, the world is out my own front door. And the broken here, are just like the broken there. Its a humbling thing. And while I may not be digging trenches in another country, or building a church with my bare hands, I can, in some way, feel it. The dirt on my hands. The calaces on my feet. Only you cant see them. I feel like Iam in the dirt. Building. Helping. Praising. What a gift it is to see the glory of God expressed. Somewhere deep inside my soul, I cant help but to think, "this is so right". This is what I was made to do. And it all fits like a glove. If you remember my blog from a few months ago, I can finally say, Iam crying for others. My prayer, borrowed from Hillsong United's Hosanna, is this:
Heal my heart, and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, and show me how to love like you have loved me. Break my heart for what breaks Yours, everything I am is for Your kingdoms cause.
Oh how I pray that this would be made real in my life. That the Lord would be my strengh, and my source forever. Its...hard to explain. Complete exhaustion, yet entire happiness.

In other news, I'll recommend some tunes... So this is a worship leader I know, who goes by the name Chris Greseth... Pretty neato guy, and I came across his MS the other day - Not even going to lie, I am just a little bit addicted to his music. Is this my new Keane? Hardly. But it just might be #2. If you get a chance, check it out. I think you'll like it. My favourite song is "Choose to Love". Enjoy blogger, and bloggerettes! http://www.myspace.com/christophergreseth

BRIT

What do ya think?

2009-06-16T00:10:00.000-05:00

2009-06-14T14:38:00.002-05:00

Sometimes in order to move forward, you have to let go of the rope you have been pulling behind you. Its like leaving, no fleeing a city, because of the horror that's happened there, yet leaving a trail behind you, or holding onto a rope tied somewhere in the city. No matter how far you go, you are always connected in some way. It would be so easy, in theory, to let go of the rope and walk away. Easier said then done. Its as if we allow our pasts to define us, and in tern stay connected to it, sometimes only by a sting of dental floss! The thought of cutting the cord can be terrifying. But why? What is there to find comfort it? Perhaps because with a safety line, we can always turn around and go back. But sometimes going back can prove to be more horrific then the reasons why you first left. I feel like I've made the journey back to that place. The place I first tired my rope to. I've cut it. I've made my peace. I've said final goodbye. And now this rope that has let me out of the city, but limited my distance, is gone. No longer attached to me, no longer attached to it. Its frightening that I don't have something to hold on to, yet exhilarating that Iam free. What possibilities lay across the morning horizon? Its endless and vast. All I know is, before me is my saviour. Its exilerating.

Hear ye, hear me!

2009-05-29T00:12:00.004-05:00

Every day Iam bombarded with more and more information. Every title, every commercial, every advertisement, all screaming for my attention. Everyone is trying to sell me something, someone, or their opinion. And day by day, it seems as though the panic increases, causing the screamer, to scream louder. Im sure, if you are like me, in your minds eye, you are picturing a place like best buy, or the commercials on at prime time, in actuality, however, while that is true, Iam talking about something alike, yet completely different.

You see, Iam constantly getting e-mails from various organizations, and lobbyists asking for my "help". Iam always being told what books I really ought to read. Iam always being convinced as to why I should think a certain way, or why I shouldn't. Everything is begging for my attention. Iam not talking about big name organizations spending millions, no, billions to gain my intrest, Iam talking about people like you and I, us priceless walking, talking, animated, billboards. Whats more, it seems my generation has been overtaken by the epidemic I like to call, "town crier syndrome". We all want to be heard, with every good intent, but it appears that with the overwhelming amount of information floating about, we feel the need to scream the loudest, and at some level feel our screaming is not heard, so we cry even louder. "Hear me, hear me! I have something to say!" Now, please understand, Iam not saying this is a bad thing. Some things need to be said, no, some things need to be screamed, the problem is, there is so much screaming, and not enough silence.

Lately, I have been wrestling with myself, and God, as to what my core belief system is, and like ants crawling out of the wood work, everyone comes scurrying out, to put their two cents in. There is always some book to back up why they think they are right, and every one of them is willing to fight to the death for it. I wonder, I just wonder, is this really the way God intended for it to be? All this mental, and emotional shouting? Hmm. I suppose its a bit overwhelming. Have you ever felt like it is? All these opinions, all these perspectives, all these "battles"? I suppose amidst all this exchange of information, I only have one thing to say: Don't listen to me!

You see, I am not the vine. Only God is. And while opinions and perspectives are a wonderful and eye opening thing, I believe God wants to speak to us directly, just as clearly as a person standing in front of you. I believe God wishes to share His heart, His longings, and His desires with you. We look so much to the council of others, through whom God can totally use, and speak though, but I wonder, why do we look so much to others, and not the source? Why do we look for the messenger, instead of the author?

Ill admit, its hard. Especially with all this shouting. After all, it is in the stillness, and quiet that we hear God's voice. I wonder sometimes, as we glance here, and listen there, how much the King of the universe wishes to tell us. I imagine Him waiting for us to simply come. Ask Him for wisdom. Sit at his feet, and wait upon His voice. And as the yelling intensifies, trying to lead you one way or another I can only encourage you, to stop. Ask the King for this perspective. What is it, oh Lord, that moves Your heart? What is it You would have me to do? How do you feel about this? I guarantee He will tell you, if we would only take the time, to turn down the volume inside, and outside, and simply sit at his feet. So to summerize, do not listen to me. Listen to our Father. Listen to the One who knows everything, and wants to share it with you. Do not turn, or scurry here or there looking for a word. Or pick up every new book, or blog on a subject. Enjoy the sound of His voice, speaking to you. He is good.

2009-04-30T23:35:00.001-05:00

would it just be easier if I said right now - Just cause I went to Pipers church, doesnt mean I am a calvinist. hopefully that will clear things up ;)

splash.

2009-04-30T01:43:00.005-05:00

Im standing on the edge, as it were. Standing with my toes dangling over the edge of a huge cannon. And while cliff jumping really isnt my thing, I have to let go. Letting go has its dangers though, it could make this the most exillerating, or most painful experience of my life. It could mean flying with the eagles, or swimming with the fishes. The scary part is, there is no way of telling which one. So take a deep breath, because its now, or never. The time when you see what your made of, the time you can never again go back to, the time you let go and to take the dive. Regardless if I sink or soar, I know the One who will be waiting for me in the hights, and at the bottom. He is my safty line. My bungie cord of hope. So lets go.

hellooo again!

2009-04-20T01:14:00.002-05:00

Hello again blogger!

I know it has been awhile since I have really "blogged". Most of my posts have been vague illusions of what has really been going on in my life, and Iam sure at times seemed as though I was enduring some sort of horrible tailspin, because I only found time to blog when I was REALLY upset about something. I'll start by saying these last few months have been filled with challenges, victory, heartache, and healing. Its been the most incredible adventure. My last post, which so many of you emailed me about, was more or less a cry for help. The feeling of finding myself completely helpless in a very dangerous situation - a situation that still exists. But the Lord is faithful, so I am putting it in His hands, knowing that He is good, and that He will take care of those involved.

Speaking of the goodness of God... That is what I have been gleaning the most from God these last few months at Hosanna!. God is SO good! Every week I come into a deeper understanding of this, and every week it continues to BLOW my mind! Its been amazing being at a church that is so... open to the things of the Spirit! The first week I walked back in though its doors, I felt it. There was freedom in the air. The chains were gone, and I was set free. I hadnt realised what bondage I had been in, until I was no longer. What a weight that was lifted! I learned so much about how dangerous placing judgement was, and at the same time, in one moment, experienced the abundant love, and mercy of Christ. Iam coming back to where I was 2 years ago, and my soul is finally at peace. I have gotten alot of flack for going back, but in all honesty, it doesnt upset me one bit. I can say with confidence, that The Lord led me to where Iam. I praise Him for His mercy, because if He hadnt led me back when He did, I dont know if I could have spiritually survived. The only way I can describe my reunion was tearful gladness, and the feeling of being "home". I feel like I have traveled to different churches, and different places so much these last two years, and now, finally, I am home. I can finally fall on my face before my Master. I can finally rest. I am finally among others of like spirit. And it is so peaceful. It is good to meet with the Lord again, in His house, and to it at His table. At times, during worship, the only thing I can speak is, "I've missed You, I've missed You, so much". My spirit, and my soul, is finally feeling filled again - or at least not dried up. I could go on and on about what the Lord has been doing! I feel like, I have once again, met with the living God, who is not distant, and angry, but Who is gracious, abounding in love, and Who takes a personal interest in the lives of His children. He is real again.

I wont keep you my dirty little secret..

2009-04-10T01:11:00.003-05:00

*disclaimer...Its 1:11am, and Iam fed up... you dont have to read beyond this point*

One by one I have been watching, watching as they walk along. One by one, they line up. File in. Into my office. And one by one I hear their stories. Stories, oh stories. Bruises left from the night before. Shattered hearts from years ago. And how do I reply? Have you ever looked into the eyes of the broken, and peered though their souls window, to find the shattered ruin? 1am, the phone rings again. What has happened now? Its anything and everything. Anything his twisted mind can conger up and bring into existence. See their hearts? Not only broken, but crushed - along with their bones. And those bones, they are dried up from a broken spirit. Oh how I weep for them. Those whom Christ says He is close to. Those who are in the bondage. Those who cry out both day and night for freedom. Do their cries go unheard? I would like to ask you, pastor, why did you reply so coldly, and full of conceit? I wonder if you really understood at all. I remember it all too well. I remember the pain she was in. I remember the agony, and the overwhelming stench of death. But she wasn't the first one. Infact she wasnt even the second, or the third. And what did you do? You crushed that which was already shattered. You stomped on what I thought could not be any more flattened. And you did it... In the name of scripture. The name of the law. Iam so confused, and conflicted. You speak of this abounding love, yet with the same lips, with your very hand, you beat the wounded into submission. Why do you do it? Oh if you could hear their wails at night, like I have. Maybe then, only then would you understand. For a time, you made me turn away. You made me hate this law. You made me hate this covenant. For it was only a concentration camp, something out of a horror film, come to life, in the soul. Yet I forgive you. but I still see my brothers and sisters souls bleeding. Bleeding blood mixed with sweat and salt, dripping, oozing, gushing. Does the iron rod supersede the heart? Does law shatter love? Even the heathens dont live like this. No. It is far too cruel. You can keep this your dirty little secret. But I no longer can. And my phone rings again.

2009-04-04T21:24:00.004-05:00

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2009-03-25T23:07:00.000-05:00

Sometimes its hard to know where I stand, its hard to know where Iam, but maybe it a puzzle I dont understand - I get the feeling that Im stranded in the wrong time, where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme.

AT&T Add from 1993!!!!

2009-03-21T12:52:00.000-05:00

2009-03-19T12:12:00.001-05:00

Warning.. i have a new phone and number... e-mail me if you want the number :P

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2009-03-10T00:26:00.001-05:00

http://twitter.com/britwarwick

//and thats what I want to marry//

2009-03-09T23:23:00.002-05:00

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2009-02-10T14:22:00.002-06:00

How then do we reply to the shattered, those who have been, by the hands of those called to love; abused. How can we look through the windows of the soul, broken, and empty, and walk away unwilling, unchanged. How do we laugh in the face of injustice, without shedding a tear for those who are oppressed. It seems in this day in age, Christianity as become no more then a club. A club who is especially favorable to it's most elite members. It is wicked who appear to have love. It is the unchurched who show compassion. It is secularism that offers hope. I have searched, and I still seek, asking, where are the righteous. Where are the ones who will uphold the law. Where might I find compassion. I find myself at Your Throne once again, asking why. Why are the sick not being healed. Why are the poor not being given the abundance. Why are hungry going unfed.

2009-02-04T18:17:00.001-06:00

"You are your own worst enemy. You waste precious time dreaming of the future instead of engaging in the present. Since nothing seems urgent to you, you are only half involved in what you do. The only way to change, is through action and outside pressure. Put yourself in situations where you have too much at stake to waste time or resources - if you cannot afford to lose, you won’t. Cut your ties to the past; enter unknown territory where you must depend on your wits and energy to see you through. Place yourself on “death ground,” where your back is against the wall and you have to fight like h&#l to get out alive."

-The 33 Strategies of War

2009-01-25T23:41:00.000-06:00

English accents...

... and thats all I have to say about that!

....And I felt no distress.

2009-01-21T00:06:00.004-06:00

Remember the day when being "set apart" was something to strive for? I do. It wasn't that long ago. And its still around, somewhere. I have to admit, I have drifted away from where I would like to be. -Not of this world.- You see, I think its good that we, who have been chosen by Christ, do not fit in. Heck, we aren't suppose to! We are suppose to be "different". After all, we are! Now, if anyone understands how difficult this is, its got to be little ole' social me, who wants everyone to like her. Truly, I can not throw stones! (And everyone who is reading this, who knows me well, just shouted out a big, hardy, "AMEN!") With that, I will start my blog...

I walked into a Christian book store a few days ago. I had given my mom a ride to pick some things up, (she didn't want to go alone), and started browsing though the music section. Now, for visual effect, I will tell you that this store had huge TV's all around the parameter, with different bands playing, and such. Kinda cool. Being the sucker for new music that I am, I stopped, tipped my head up, and started watching. (If you can only imagine a 20 year old girl, with her head craning upwards, like a dog who is waiting for someone to drop a piece of steak from the dinner table, with a little drool almost dripping down the side of her cheek - that was me.) Then, half way though one of the songs, something startled me. I forgot I was in a Christian book store. Darnit! If I must make a confession, then I will say that I have seen, though I do not approve of, pretty much all of Britney Spears videos. (Most of them more then once due to various settings, and the beauty of youtube). Anyways, watching the music video on the screen, really, was not that much different then one of her videos. In fact, it made Britney's 90's videos look clean. And she (Britney) wasnt even claiming to be a "christian" artist. I tipped my head to the side a little bit, and went on a quest. I discovered a few things...

1) Did you know worship music has its own section, and that its about 1/8th of the total music at a Christian bookstore?

2) They were selling Faith Hill albums... Since when was!? Oh never mind.. .

3) Most of the CD's I saw at walmart last week.. and NOT in the "Spiritual / gospel" section, I might add...

4) With the exception of a few, there really wasn't a difference between secular bands, and Christian bands - by way of appearance.

Seriously, Iam not trying to be a leagalist - they bother me - alot!! I am so glad Jesus was not that way, and I hope I will never be either... but... where is the line? For some reason, I cant see Christ being cool with people singin' about worldly things, in worldly clothes, with worldly attitudes, and then slappin' His name on if for promotional reasons. Call me crazy, but I dont think He would really be down with that. There is a line, between clean entertainment, and lukewarm secularism. See, I like rock. Heck, if you were to drive my car, you would find that I listen to a whole lot more of it then I really ought to. But here is the deal, I believe once you start putting Christ's name on something, you have something to live up to. Suddenly you arn't out to make a buck, or glorify yourself - You are representing the Most High God, King of the universe, Holy, Glorious, God. D.A.N.G. Thats huge - no, thats really huge!! In fact, as a musician, it scares the crap out of me! What also scares me, is that people are watching you. You have the captivated attention of a whole audience of people - now what will you do with it? I'll save my rant on the pitfalls of worship and Christian music for another time, but in an eggshell, its a huge responsibility... Now back to the point... What happened to being different from the world? Different from Britney Spears, different from the movie stars, different from those who have not yet been transformed? Iam not saying wearing floor length skits and sweaters that zip up to your neck with a 8 pound Bible strapped to your Jansport is the way, I dont really think spiritual transformation usually shows up that way... Iam just saying... Where are our hearts, church? Where is my heart? Its not a question of doing something, its a question of why? What is in my heart, that I would desire the things of this world, and not the things of God? Why is it I know what so many of Britney's music videos are like, and why am I not totally appalled? What has slowly creeaped into our hearts, to where we no longer recognize what is of God, and what is of the world? And finally, why is it allowed?

I think Charles Darwin summed it up best, when he said (regarding evolution), “Disbelief crept over me at very slow rate, but at last complete. The rate was so slow that I felt no distress.”

Boy, I can relate to that. Oh, how I desperately seek the face of The Lord, that He might reveal to those of us who He calls His own, His will, His holiness, and His thoughts...

.. more evidence

2009-01-18T00:13:00.002-06:00

Not that Iam obsessing, or anything. But this is freaking weird! Tomorrow.. No...Iam doing something tomorrow... Okay Monday... unless I can get Alex to walk over there with me tomorrow for our podcast... WE ARE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP TO WEIGHT WATCHERS!!!!

Thats how we roll~

Iam pretty sure that weight watchers is some sort of: a) terrorist group b) mob hideout c) singles club d) mafia headquarters....

2009-01-17T01:46:00.003-06:00

.... With the utmost respect for Weight Waters, and it's affiliates, Iam have to admit that Iam pretty sure that one of the above is true. Why do I say this? Well, let me give you a little background information first. You see, my kitchen window, and our master bedroom overlook a fairly major road, and strip mall. Normally in the summer, the woods behind our house cover up the lovely view, but during this frigid time of year, all the leaves are gone, and the mall is in plain view. I have recently noticed the neighboring weight watchers, mostly because I would really love to loose some weight, and thought about joining. I've tried going over there - Oh I have - but they are always closed during the day! Hmm. I figured they must be a really small location and dont have very many business hours... That would make sense, right? Since Thanksgiving,(about the time I started feeling particularly fat, and all the leaves fell off the trees), I have noticed this particular Weight Watchers having very odd schedules. For example: during the day, all the lights are off, and the place is dead, but come about 10:00pm, - 4:00am, the place is lit up like a Christmas tree. Especially over the holidays, I might add. (Cause we all need to be at Weight Watchers at 2am on Christmas!!). I have been having a pretty odd sleeping schedule lately - staying up till about 3am-4am and sleeping until 11am - So I have been awake, (usually in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner mess, or in the master bedroom watching TV on the flat screen,) and have noted that Weight Watchers is hopping at 3:15am, and can even see shadowy figures moving around though their window. This could mean one of a few things... a) I live the life of a fat person, and am doomed... Clearly I need to join the 3:15am WW meeting! b) there is something illegal going on c) one of the employees is living there... Not sure which this is... but whatever it is, I hope no one from over there is reading this... Just sayin'...

Over and Out...

2009-01-16T03:33:00.003-06:00

Well folks, it is now 3:33 in the morning, and I just got back from running erends for my mom... No. Seriously. You woudlnt think it, but alot of places are open 24 hours...

Weird...

My mom just walked into my room, said, "lift your tongue and put it on the roof of your mouth". I did. She leaned in and looked closely. "Yeah, your tongue is gross too". and walked out....

WOW! Iam tired... Okay, I will now join my mind in dream land... Thats right.. Figure it out... Wait... i dont even get that!

Goodnight

Oh Ruthie...^_^

2009-01-13T01:58:00.002-06:00

Miss Ruth was kind enough to bundle me up for our walk after church - and then take a picture... Burrr...

Oops, gotta run! Lamb Chops play along is on television..

One story - Two meanings...

2009-01-10T00:06:00.002-06:00

I find it difficult to know how to start this post - how to arrange my thoughts - or how to communicate them effectively. I suppose I will start out by saying that the past few weeks, I have really been pondering what my core beliefs are, and why. Along those lines, I have been having a very difficult time with some people I have recently met. They have, bless their hearts, felt led to protect their, and their families purity of mind and spirit, by almost completely removing them from classic American society. I wont go into the details of this, but I will say that I have been thinking about it alot. I have had two perspectives on this type of life style, and until this week, was undecided as to what I thought. The first of which was this:

Iam developing this strange maternal nature, and the idea of being able to completely shelter my kids from the horrors, and dangers of this world sounds VERY cushy. Moving out to the sticks, no television, Internet, one phone, homeschooling, it wouldn't be so bad. And wouldn't it bring God glory, to raise children pure of mind and heart, untainted by the evils of this world? I have struggled with this, because I have met several people who live in such a way, and who have seen my lifestyle (Going to parties, staying up late, and a basic knowledge of pop culture :P) as being VERY liberal. Maybe Iam liberal? Maybe I do need a change? How do i know, that I haven't been brainwashed by all the glitz and glam of the "burbs... "

Then, there is the flip side - the side that I have chosen to stand by. It would be great to just "move away" wouldnt it? To not have to worry about the evils in this secular world. But ya know what? Thats not an option for me, or my family. It would be, if we lived in a nearly perfect world. It would be great, if there wasnt any death. And it would be wonderful if there wasnt a hell. But there is. And it is for that very reason, that for me and my family, we will need to be in the world, and not of it. Now, I fully plan on (unless the Lord tells me otherwise) homeschooling, and sheltering my kids from some of the perversion that awaits them in America. But I refuse to let them think of this time on earth as being a peachy ride. They need to see the pain, and suffering of those around them. They need to go without some things. They need to see how twisted life can be without Christ. They need the fire of the Holy Spirit, that they might see the horrors of what is around them, and with confidence, step out into it, with Christ at their side, and change the world for His glory. I do not want to encourage spiritual paralysis on any level. So where is the balance? Iam not sure yet... But after all this writing, and ranting, I can finally sum up my 2nd core belief:

I believe in the ultimate call upon God's people, to go out into all the world, that we might, by the fire of the Holy Spirit, declare the love, supremacy, and glory, of Christ, though the gospel, to all peoples, in all nations, and situations for the glory of our Father.

2009-01-06T21:48:00.002-06:00

and she turned to him
whom she had always loved
her soul conflicted in misery and delight
there he was
so unattached
yet so involved
her personal deceit unmasked
shattered, broken, beating within her
her heart
which she herself betrayed
questioning what was
it was the way he smiled
the sparkle in his eye
the way he lovingly replied
it was everything from last spring
and nothing from this present time
the truth
her reality
closed in, ominous
he no longer loved her
but why would he
now she stood
the actor in a play
returning to the plot she held so dear
looking on
helpless to respond of her own
mindlessly reciting a proper script
completely deserving her own agony
she grieved her heart's love lost
her inner voice silenced
her soulful lyric paralyzed
the waltz had finally ended
and after so long she finally realized
his was the heart her's always returned to
the person whom she would always love
the person she could only barely live without
the person she had to let go

Brit's blooper's..

2008-12-04T00:39:00.002-06:00

Ya know, if Iam going to exploit myself like this, I really ought to be getting payed by a reality TV show...

totally forgot what i was going to say...

Typical...

2008-12-04T00:13:00.002-06:00

Inbetween singing along to Jason Mraz (*funny story) and The Sound of music (*another funny story) I have been listening to these guys... Reminds me alot of that English band, "A-ha" from the 80's.For some reason, no matter how "emo" this song may be, I love it.. ^_^

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you

Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you

But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around

I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you

But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
All that I feel is the realness I'm faking
Taking my time but it's time that I'm wasting
Always turn the car around

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around

Don't wanna turn that car around
I gotta turn this thing around

*That one song of his that is totally overplayed, *and i love it!* started playing for the 4th time at TJ Maxx. My mom and I were just lookin' around, and we both started singing along with the store radio... It took a few minutes for us to realize that we were in fact in a store... Not the car... hehe.. We laughed about it

*Beyond the fact that it was always a childhood dream of mine to be Maria when i grew up... My cousins sang to the SOM at thanksgiving.. and it was good times.. It really doesnt get any better then that!

Photo's from yesterday :)

2008-11-24T11:44:00.004-06:00

Photobucket Album

*click above for all photos*

I thought we stopped playing tag in 4th grade....?

2008-11-22T17:54:00.003-06:00

... but no, it continues to be played by adults who still want to be children, here, on blog spot.

Okay, 15 random facts that I'm not afraid to admit about myself? Here goes...!

1. My favourite colour is clear... Yes, clear...

2. I have, and do make clothing, bags, purses, wallets, and camera bags out of coloured duct tape. (Caleb, what ever happened to the video from Chem class where I dressed up as my element? *AL.. I basically covered myself in silver duct tape, and foil* btw... I only got 5 / 2000 extra credit for that one..)

3. I like books... Not reading them... Just having them, and looking at them.

4. I use to work at Geek Squad... On that same note, I have madd hacker skillz ;)

5. I can power an iPod for an hour using only an onion and a cup of powerade. So.. if it ever comes down to that.. ya know who to call

6. Iam pro-life...

7. Iam told i have ALOT of guy friends... I dont see it...

8. I like to play piano, guitar and sing... sometimes... when i feel like it...

9. I don't watch movies with sorcery/witchcraft overtones...

10. I have the sweetest cat ever! Iam not a cat person... but i love her... I got her off my aunts farm 4 years ago, she was a year old, and 3 lbs. She could literally fit in my cargo pants pocket... She swims in the bathtub once a month, answers when you call her by name, carries her toys around, plays fetch, and sleeps on the foot of the bed everynight... and loves watching TV... Her fave movie is Milo and Otis...

11. Iam addicted to facebook..

12. overly agressive, controling, or charming men, make me throw up in my mouth a little bit..

13. I.... can be very goofy at times - and very serious at others.. its weird

14. I really like cheese... but i am allergic to dairy.. but i still eat cheese... and i work at an ice cream shop... and i eat ice cream...alot...

15. I was tagged... and am too lazy to tag others.. so if you read this then... TAG! tag yourself :P

momma and I...

2008-11-22T00:30:00.002-06:00

I really am a BAHHHH-d influence on my mother... but oh we have so much fun...

... No, we were not drunk! Gosh! I dont believe in drinking - sickos! ;) hehe

Yes.. that did say 2:30am... and yes, i was watching lamb chops - play along... and i had a blast!!! :D :D :D And now you know what I look like at 2:30am.. tired...messy..and without make-up.. oh yuck!

An awesome website for anyone who is a geek - like me ^_^

2008-11-19T10:33:00.002-06:00

Lastnight, at around 1am, I was talking with one of the guys I graduated with. He made some comment about how he had to move, because his Roomba... A Roomba?! Thats freaking awesome! Well, we ended up talking some more, and he finally told me how he got his shiney little Roomba... www.woot.com

WOAH! What a fun website - and its not a scam! hehehe. Usually, they have one product a day, but right now they are having a "woot-off", where they update the products every 5 minutes or so. WOAH! AWESOME! Lastnight they had 1gig MP3 players for $5... Full, swanky, gateway computer systems for $174, and shipping was only $5.

Everyone knows I like (love, need, require) a good deal. but this stuff is awesome! :D Just thought I would share what my buddy shared with me...

www.woot.com

Have fun! Lemme know if you find anything cool! :D

2008-11-18T00:38:00.003-06:00

Well, here it is... My attempt to write a song - its been awhile.

I appolagize, I know I hit some really off notes... and my dear piano is very out of tune.. I cringe several times during this video - but i figure - heck, it was 1am... and who am I really trying to impress anyways? ;) This isnt american idol - its my blog! hehe

An explination:

Iam not in pain anymore

Iam not broken like I was before

No, Im free

Iam standing where the ashes use to be

Underneith the free of my family

And Iam free

You gave me beauty for ashes

and love for pain

You're my strengh in weakness

my hope and my gain

Iam not a child anymore

I have the strengh to stand up once more

and Im free

Iam not in chains anymore

No longer bound by what was done before

No, Iam free

One of my many passions...[but seriously, this is a pretty big one]

2008-11-16T18:29:00.003-06:00

http://bound4life.com/

& if you have time, please listen to this video.. Even if its just the first few minutes... :)

http://bound4life.com/free-downloads/videos/sheddingofinnocentblood

Cheers

due to countless e-mails... i'll make a fool out of myself again...

2008-11-13T16:52:00.002-06:00

2008-11-13T14:54:00.002-06:00

It was a snippet in time, that I will never forget. You know the kind. When in an instant, an image so beautiful, or so horrible is forever burned into your memory - just as vivid as the day you first saw it. This, was one of those times. I had just finished up a worship set for 300 BreakPoint 9th graders, and was jogging, with sheet music in hand to the worship center, where my Water of Life class was taking place. Ah! The set had run 30 minutes over schedule, and I was late for my class! Thankfully, I could faintly hear the muffled sound of worship music though the glass doors. Now was my opportunity! I tried my best to sneak in, and find my way up to the balcony, hoping that no one had noticed my absence. In the next few minutes that followed, I tried my best to, while slowing my heart rate down, enter into a place of worship. After singing a few songs, the last note was played, and I slowly began to open my eyes. For whatever reason, I had not seen the couple standing in front of me when I first snuck in. They were in their 40's, average looking, and vaguely familiar, yet at the same time, the most beautiful repersentaion that, a then 16 year, old had ever seen. You see, while the last bit of worship was going on, they stood, hand in hand, with their hands raised, worshipping the Most High God. It was clear to see, they had entered into the Holy Place together - as husband and wife. To me, it was the most glorious symbolic gesture I had ever witnessed, that a man, and woman, could join together in spirit, to worship God. Since then, it has always been a longing of my heart, to find someone like that. My "other half", who I can worship, and serve with hand in hand.

You might wonder why I am sharing this story, or why it has any relevance. Well, to be honest, over the last few months I had forgotten about it. Sure, I still technically "remembered" it, but I had not thought about it in some time. To be honest, when it comes to the thought of marriage, my life has felt like chaos! Almost every night, our phone has been ringing, with the desperate cries of woman in abusive relationships. I have heard my mom on the phone with them for hours. I have seen their tear stained faces. And I have grieved the agony of their situations. Why God, Why? These are not secular men. No, they are men in the church. Children's Sunday school teachers, and leaders. If I didn't know better, I would say they were Godly men, through and through. They always have the "right thing" to say to your face. They always have seemingly Godly council. But I know that beneath their wives sleeves are bruises from the night before, and in their children's hearts, are gaping wounds filled with only the most horrible kinds of pain. And while these men sit in arrogance, with their pretty families in the open, their homes are filled with chaos, abuse, anger, and rebellion. It breaks my heart.

Perhaps I am over reacting to this - because I have lived it first hand, from a child's perspective. Perhaps Iam too sensitive - because I still know what those kinds of wounds leave on a family, but it leaves me sickened, broken, and confused, that Christian men would be allowed to sit high above the rest, and encourage their children in rebellion, beat their wives, abuse those they love, and then proclaim to their wives to submit to them. And the church supports this? Submit?! When your husband is leading your children down the path to hell? Submit as week after week he beats you? Submit when he yells at you ruthlessly? Submit when he is leading your family down a path of destruction?... What happened to being a daughter of God? Why is this even allowed in the church? Where are all the Godly men? As a young woman I have to say - its terrifying.

As if this were not enough, some of my most favourite guy friends, have made very sexual remarks to me. Not flirty. Sexual. Ack. It makes me sick just to think about it! Where has purity gone? What happened to waiting for the one? What happened to waiting on the Lord? It all leaves me deeply saddened - and frankly, after a few weeks of this nonsense, I was about ready to throw in the towel of marriage all together. It didn't see any Godly men anywhere - It seemed that I could serve God, and raise children better alone, then with an ungodly man, who "claimed" to be godly. And I could I even be sure he WAS Godly to begin with?! All these wife beaters in the church - they seemed so right on! What is a girl to do?! What is next?!

It was just about at this point, that I received a call from my good friend Ryan. He was married this last summer, to a beautiful, Godly woman, and now, they are expecting a little on in may. How exciting! After talking with him for some time, we of course, ended up talking about his beautiful wife, Emily. While talking about this, I vividly started remembering their wedding. Ha ha. One of the best moments, was talking with her after the cermony, in the reception all, with her new in-laws. (whom I love). She talked about how, she made a list of all the things she wanted in a man, and basically, thew it in the face of God, telling Him all those requirements would be impossible - but she would wait. Only a few months later, after surrendering it to Him, my friend, Ryan, walked into the prayer room at Bethany School of Missions. He had everything on her list - he was perfect for her. Emily laughed in the most serious way, as she said, "If God can create me out of dust, and breath life into me...why is it so hard to believe that He cant make someone like me. A perfect mate'. Another moment at their wedding that I will never forget: During the ceremony, they played worship music, and during the song, "Inside Out" by Hillsong united, they both, hand in hand, raised their hands in worship. It was an awesome sight, to see a bride in white, with flowers in hand, holding the hand of her husband, as they both surrendered themselves to God, and on their wedding day, giving glory to Him for bringing them together - being a witness to all those who attended, to God's faithfulness and love... Beautiful. It was at that point I knew - They were made for one another.

So here Iam, with all the thoughts and emotions from this last week racing around in my head, and heart. One minute disgusted by the thought of marriage. [At least, an abusive one]. And then the next reminded of God's faithfulness. In closing, while I have lists, and requirements for who I will allow myself to "fall for", I feel most everything can be summed up to this:

Because we bring more glory to God together, then we do apart.

and that, my dear friends, is what Iam waiting for.

The kind of thing homeschooled kids learn to do... WAY too much spare time..

2008-11-12T00:36:00.001-06:00

Boring information iam sick of repeating 1,000 times a day! :P hhehe

2008-11-11T23:17:00.000-06:00

Sorry - youtube cut me off! ARG! Anyways.. the only thing that is really missing, is to feel free to contact me with further questions... ^_^

Blessya!

Planning on this song for Friday...

2008-11-09T18:44:00.003-06:00

:) I hope I get the chance to visit Hillsong - and maybe get a degree whilst Iam there ;) hehe

Random Brit Facts...

2008-11-07T20:55:00.002-06:00

because Iam feeling random...

next blog... sorry for the rant

2008-11-06T19:45:00.001-06:00

2008-11-04T23:16:00.000-06:00

Gather together, yes, gather, O shameless nation, before the decree takes effect — before the day passes away like chaff— before there comes upon you the burning anger of the Lord, before there comes upon you the day of the anger of the Lord.
Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, who do His just commands; seek righteousness; seek humility; perhaps you may be hidden on the day of the anger of the Lord.

Zeph. 2

the cry of my heart...

2008-11-01T01:01:00.005-05:00

old times..

2008-10-30T14:32:00.001-05:00

March 2001

This is me, singing for our homeschool talent show, at age 11... I had just gotten my first guitar for Christmas... Hehe...

Rubik's cube...

2008-10-28T22:18:00.001-05:00

Photoshoot today...

2008-10-25T22:20:00.006-05:00

Daily photo blog...

2008-10-25T20:47:00.002-05:00

Well friends, since I have gotten a new camera, I have been taking more pictures then usual... SO I have made an official "photo blog"... Mostly because I know you would all freak if I uploaded all the pics onto facebook... hehe.. So I know its a little dull, and boring to see pictures of daily life... but heck... If you want to check it out, you can... If you're a stalker - i just made your line of work a heck of a lot easier... and if you just plain dont care - thats fine too! :)

http://britwphotography.blogspot.com/

Cheerio!

Life Purpose Planning 2008...

2008-10-23T14:17:00.005-05:00

Just to review, and refresh my memory from this last spring...

Having been rescued from the grasp of darkness and adopted into the royal family, I find myself awestruck. Who am I, that a King would grant me favor, employing me in His kingdom? Who am I, that He would make me a daughter, providing all that I need? What act of service would ever be worthy enough to repay His kindness? I realize I am forever indebted. Yet while sinking down into the engulfing comfort and safety that now surrounds me, I find myself repetitively loosing sight of the horrors from which I was rescued from; loosing sight of all that He ransomed for my soul. The deepest longing of my heart is to chase after Him, with the same fire and passion that He chased after me. To serve Him all the days of my life, and dwell in His presence forever. Giving to Him all that I am, to be used for His purpose, while receiving His love, so that I can love others, I submit to His laws, so that I may be truly free in Him. I anticipate the sound of His voice. I lean in, to hear the cries of His heart. With all that I am, though His grace, I strive to reach the goals He has placed in front of me. Longing for the day we finally meet, I wholeheartedly seek His face. The delight of my soul is that I may though His will, provision, and grace equip the saints, reach the lost, encourage the believer, and, with the heart of a servant, love as He would. May my heart break for what breaks His, and may it be softened towards the things He loves. May I hate what is evil, and love what is good. May my heart always be turned towards Him, my ears and eyes steadfastly calibrated with the focus of eternity. Finally, may I, with thanksgiving, always praise Him for all that He has provided and all that He has done, that I would, in everything, bring Him glory, though love, faith, and purity. Amen

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This is only the beginning. The first step toward forever. A blink in the day of eternity. Designed by God, with a goal in mind, He has begun moving His heavenly brush across this blank canvas known as my existence; preparing the way and penciling into the fabric of my being, purpose, passion, and plan. My deepest desire is to be a woman who in business, motherhood, marriage and friendship teaches and speaks of things that are good, helpful, Godly, and edifying. Exemplifying holiness, I hope to, though leadership, speech and the arts, influence and encourage others to seek the kingdom of God above all else. Wherever God leads me to serve and work, I imagine myself eventually ending up in some capacity of full time church ministry. My ultimate goal is that I may seek after the voice of the Lord and pursue Him with the same passion and fire that He chased after me, leading others to do the same. I anticipate hearing the voice of The Most High, as He, though out my lifetime, continues to fan the flame, and reveal the passions He has placed within me, to fulfill His will, for a time such as this...

Tear Stained Pillow...

2008-10-22T23:08:00.003-05:00

It was 11:11pm. I was tired. Laundry needed doing. Hastily I ripped off my bedding and crammed it into the washer; my mom had been bugging me to do this for weeks. FINALLY after what seemed to be an eternity of agonizing waiting, the wash cycle had completed, and the dryer had finally stopped spinning. Half awake, I deliriously attempted to make my bed - then - something caught my eye. I don't know why I hadn't seen this before. Perhaps it was the way the light hit my pillow, or perhaps I am subconsciously alert while under the influence of sleep deprivation. I am unsure. But tonight I saw it. My poor pillow, laying there on the bed, was covered in tear stains. At first, I started to feel sorry for myself, but then it hit me. All those stains, what were they from? No doubt, they were me, crying over something that had happened, desires that were unmet, or feelings that had been hurt. It almost sickened me to realize that in all those hours of crying, I never once cried for anyone, but myself. I would feel better, if perhaps, I could say that I was crying over the lives torn apart in Darfur / Sudan, maybe the spiritual devastation in the UK, perhaps the families in my church and community that have been torn apart by abuse, or maybe, most importantly, tears for the souls, unsaved - day by day entering into eternity with no knowledge of our Savior, doomed to spend the rest of consciousness departed from Him. How selfish am I? I am not saying that it isn't healthy to cry - I am, however, sickened that my heart would break only for the things that personally effect me, and not on the things that break the Lord's heart. Its so easy to loose focus. Its so easy to shut your eyes. Its so easy to ignore. Praise the Lord that He doesn't turn a def ear to us. Praise Him that He weeps when we weep. Oh how I wish I could be more like Him. I pray that my heart would be softened, that when I encounter the lost, my heart would feel for them, what Christ feels. That I would begin to weep over the things, and the people that God weeps over - and that I would not do this out of pity, or self-righteousness - but out of love. Not because I am anything great, but because I too am someone of unclean lips, and of an unclean heart, who knows the most wonderful, beautiful, majestic Savior in the universe. Oh how I long that my heart would break for His children. His beloved. His bride....

Sorry if this blog is a wee bit scrambled... Its late... I am tired... I am going to bed...