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Tommorrow is Christmas Eve. It's one of my most favorite parts. Mum's side--aka Benjamin Clan--goes to her parent's house. There will be lots of food, laughter, and teasing. And a beautiful big christmas tree. (i love christmas trees) At some point, Lori and the boys will call from VA and we'll put them on speakerphone. And all talk at once. Yet understand each other. Haha. We'll talk about Christ's birth and such, and one of the guys will pray a looooong but good prayer while we all try not to think of the food. This year we have even more reason to be grateful: Grandma is alive and well enough to have us over, despite the ravages of chemotherapy. Thank God, I'M NOT SICK! So I can go, with the rest of my family. :) Many times I've prayed that she'd be well enough to see us. I'm so glad she has God to rely on. Indeed, I don't know how anybody can go through cancer and not utterly despair without Christ to rest in....off track. Meant to talk a...

You'd think my blog was almost as popular as joe's. oh wait that spot is permenantly taken. Oh well. Popular blogs have to be entertaining...and i don't want to put forth that effort. Storytime. Mum said she was "gladish" the other day. I just about fell off my chair. She just laughed at my saddish disbelief. When I informed her that it's bad form to talk like your teenager, she said it was worse form to correct your mother. dang. about knicknames. you're not allowed to give them to yourself around here, mr. penn hick. which i'll have to call you for now cause the sczebels don't know you, and they're the nick-namers. hoser is a canadain term for we're not sure what. that one just flies around. i have to finish christmas shopping while the sun is shining, so I'll leave ya'll to talk to yourselves. (just so you know, i'm laughing at all of you) ~outsishness

Narnia...saw the movie today. It was pretty good. I liked. Jadis' blonde hair threw me off, I always imagined it 'raven black'. And her looks more inhuman. The kids were good. (not just saying that 'cause they have lovely UK accents either). Lucy was great. Of course. She's the best. Susan was more undermining (not right word) of Peter than I remembered. Peter was more indecisive/unsure of himself. Oh but his sword! Don't think I'll get a sword for christmas. oh well. Aslan didn't get enough screen time. But he was alright--especially compared to the BBC puppet. Nobody could ever really capture the wonderfulness of Aslan. It'd always be slightly dissapointing. Or so I think. Maybe that's only if you've been reading the books since you were 7, with a billion-watt imagination. The parallel to Christ as our redemptive sacrifice was un-missable. CS Lewis is amazing. Now to completly change subjects. The new P&P... dangerous waters here. I saw...

Friday night we had our Christmas Event, basically a big show where we poke fun at everything and everyone. There were a lot of jokes and such. But the second half was a play-like musical thingy (what is it with metro&music?) about the Port of M. At the end, the narrator talked about a new ship getting ready to set sail, and her name was Grace. He said something that really affected me: "People ask me 'how far west will she go; where will she land.' Well, I don't know. I tell them that she is sailing westward, following the Son". (not exact quote). I wanted to cry. The next song was based on "west side story". They had the west side vs. east side and all. At the end, the west side went over and said their good-byes. They went to exit the stage, but dropped thier bags, looked back and ran over to hug the east side one last time. I was crying. it felt stupid, but I couldn't keep it in. The reality that I am really leaving (I haven't been admitt...

Hey ya'll. A good friend has called it to my attention that in my last post, I sounded really discontent. With life in Florida. I was basically a whining, ungrateful hoser. (they didn't say it quite like that but they could've). So, please forgive me for whining and being discontent. Thanks. Apologies always look a little awkward in writing. But "I'm sorry" isn't really appropiate when you've sinned. I really am grateful I live in Florida. Most of the time. I do wish it wasn't quite so flat, but that I can blame on 6 summers spent in NC. I can't say I appreciate humidity, but I'm glad that we dont have the constant dry winds of wyoming. Reasons I'm glad I live in florida: 1)the atlantic ocean 2)good friends 3)a ballet studio that seeks to glorfy God 4)the hills--it is hilly out here in west fl, believe it or no. 5)the chance to plant a new church 6)sunshine in winter 7)oranges, strawberries, and other things that grow here 8)t...

"What? No snow in florida?" "Nope. 'fraid not". "Gosh. Don't you know it's snowing everywhere else?" "Still not snowing . Ever." "NEVER? What kind of state are you??!!" "uuuhh good question...I think we're oranges and sunshine ". "Hey, that sounds nice." *snort of derision* "if you consider sweating in Nov. to be good..." It's snowing in New York , Canada , and I expect a phone call from my cousins telling me that it's snowing in Ashburn, VA...ok i just said that cause it sounded good. i actually have no idea what VA weather is right now. Well, it's that time of year again. Annual shin splints. They're not bad. I can still dance. I don't mind them so much cause I read more while I'm icing them. The only problem is I'm supposed to do RICE. rest is not an option. but i do "vegetable therapy" as mum says. (frozen peas or corn work well. better...

"Our hope in Christ for the future is the mainspring and the mainstay of our joy here. It will animate our hearts to think often of heaven, for all that we can desire is promised there. Here we are weary and toil worn, but yonder is the land of rest where the sweat of labour shall no more bedew the workers brow, and fatigue shall be forever banished. To those who are weary and spent, the word of "rest" is full of heaven. We are always in the field of battle; we are so tempted within, that we have little or no peace; but in heaven we shall enjoy the victory, where the banner shall be waved aloft in triumph, and the shword shall be shetatehd, and we shal hera our Captain say, "Well done, good and faithful servant." We have sufferd bereavement...but we are going to the land of the immortal where graves are unknown things. Here sin is a constant grief to us, but there we shall be perfectly holy, for there shall by no means enter into that kingdom anything which def...

today is the american thanksgiving holiday. i'm waiting for my parents to get ready and then we'll go up to apopka to my dad's mom& stepdad's house. (they're the wyoming relatives but they come down here nov.-april). So happy thanksgiving ya'll... w hat's thanksgiving like in canada? just curious...like why do you even have one? no pilgrims...how can you be thankful? down here we eat alot of food, watch football, play football, track dirt in the house, get together with all of your relatives and have a blast talking too loud and laughing at eachother. And if you're Christians, then hopefully you take some time to thank God for the blessings He's given you, and maybe thank some people. This year I'm thankful for alot of friendships didn't have last year: like the Sczebels and Cairneys in Canada, the Cornfields in Corning, New York; and others I've met here in Fl. outishness...

It is I, the Beksta ! no, i did not hack onto Merry's blog. i have full permission. i'm at her house. i actually got to spend the night. i think it has been at least 5 months. wow. anyways. last night was really cool cuz we had the first eVeR Grace "Count your Blessings" cookout. there was this really cool old railroad and we ventured down it in the dark. it was hard to see without a flashlight, and we could see someone with flashlights up ahead. we didn't want them to see us so we ducked off the tracks, through the brush and onto a glen. then we found way back up (although, it wasn't a path and, as usual, since i am the tallest and i went first, i found all the spider webs.) then we hid behind the bushes and waited for the kids to come. we thought it was Joe and Fe, but it was some other kids. they didn't see us for a while and then they stopped when their flashlights caught our crouching forms in the dark. haha . we kinda scared em. thankfully they...

D is currently buried under a pile of photos, so she asked me to type the following poem in honor of the day and the men who died to free the world from tyranny. Written by Canadian physician John McCrae. In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

life in reverse is extremely hectic right now. i eat, do school, drive, babysit, dance, eat, do school, drive, dance, help my dad edit....sometimes i sleep too. I was asked sunday to do a photo board for the canada booth at mission:x reunion. If any of you e-teamers have photo albums or anything like bring 'em early and we'll put them on the canada table. i'll probably do the actual assembly sat. morning so i can spread everthing out on my bedroom floor and work. i usually lay everything out, re-arrange it, rearrange some more, decide to do it completely different...i'm not very organized. i got oh-so-cool sharpies today to use b/c the only board they had was black. i wanted to paint a white one w/ red to make the canadian flag. YES there will be pics of canadains. and my "washed" car is going to be on there too. :) i was given all the poetic license i want. i love when people tell me to be creative. muahaha i get to put anything i want up... i think i will be...

can i talk 'aboat' it? oh yikes i could go on foreverandever aboat it. surrey bc is in my head and crossway community church in particualar. *sigh* i miss those hosers. so why not Vancouver? No reason. I can't think of a bad one. why didn't i say that in my last post? oh i remember... I was not about to give annoying *people* the satisfaction of knowing their evil plot to make floridians move north is working... haha. I have a confession to make. When my fam was in Maine this May ((seems random but bear with)) I thought "I could almost live here. But too cloudy; and I'd miss my friends too much". In Canada, when I saw Whycliffe Park I thought "I could SO live here." Wednesday when I saw the sunset over the Pacific Ocean I decided "I'm moving". It's all up to God. I admit it'd be hard to leave Metro. Yet I'm leaving in 3mons anyway. When I move I'm stealing Beks. Or not. She'll say "how fast are you speedi...

everyone's favorite floridian beksta has a blog now. go say hi or something. unless you're a hoser. it's a hoser-free blog. here it is: http://foreverachildatheart.blogspot.com/ i have to leave to babysit. my girls. they are so precious. i babysit them every wednesday. i love having an almost-fam-member relationship with them. except in church alyssa runs up and slams into me to give me a hug..i almost fall over if i'm wearing unstableish shoes. this is my shortest post ever. so i'll dedicate it to those of you who have a hard time reading my long ones. i can think of 3. have fun. read psalm 91. excellent. over and out

hey ya'll. i can think of a billion and fifty things but none profound. have i ever written anything profound anyway? nope. Trying to upload pics. the error thingy gives me no reason WHY there's an error. Is it because blogger finds them boring? 'cause my computer is stupid? or is the website having troubles? am i just dumber? are the pictures not real but figments of my imagination? maybe i am insane. talking to yourself is supposed to be a sign of insanity. i'm not the only one if that's true... I want to know.... is the sky really blue? why don't the leaves change color here? why do i hate mushrooms? why is dark chocolate so good? why do cars need gas? why is gas so expensive? why do we sin so much? why are humans so proud they won't accept Christ? why do people hate snakes? why do i love stars? and the ocean? why do people say why? swashk not something else? HA i invented another word. where do words come from anyway? don't ask. i do not under...

Or not. My pics aren't working. Stubborn things.....((got the title in right order this time. )) That's the first dyslexic thing I've done all week. Randomness: I.)) I visited a church in Corning, NY in Aug. That's how I met D &her bro. She rocks. He's 'teaching' me bass via email. haha. Long story. If someone who lived close to me had a bass, I could try it out and see if I understood any of what he said. If I ever blow my life savings on a bass it will be all Jar's fault. :) II)) Really missing my irish Penny Whistle. :( Just as I was finally making noise that sounded more like music than screeching. It broke. I was playing it in the kitchen. Ya know when cookies are in the oven, it's oh-so-boring 'cause you can't leave them. If you do it's likely you'll get absorbed in something, not hear the timer and burn them into hockey pucks. left it on the counter after cleaning the kitchen. Bre knocked it off the counter and the mouthp...

Nice, a . (taken from mr websters' dictionary) Properly; Delicate; fine; "as cloth of nice texture" Accurate; exact... Recquiring scrupulous exactness... Percieving the smallest difference... Over scurpulous or exact... Fastidious; squemish... Easily injured Refined Weak; foolish.... OR as Mr. T put it: 'basically, it just means "stupid".' That's why I crack up laughing when stubborn Canadians use it constantly in every post.(purposely) Haha. words change over time, eh? what is it with the my house & stuff catching on fire?! ((or blowing up)) We had a fire in our microwave. Someone was heating up sauce and there was a bit of tin foil left on it...so poor Joe was in the kitchen when it blew up. And caught fire. He opened the door and threw soaking wet paper towels on it haha. At least it still works..Our last microwave blew up too. And last year when the first hurricane hit we didn't lose power right away. So at llpm we're wa...

these are some pics i took when my family went to the beach.shore.atlantic ocean. a few wks ago. It was a great day. The water was cool--some of my fam would call it cold. I think it was perfect--the waves were wild. Strong current. If you went out too far you'd be pulled out to where the little sharks live. I love the ocean. I don't care if it's the pacific or atlantic but I couldn't live too far away from it. (6hrs being too far). I've found that I can live without mountains, as i have too; but the ocean...ONLY if God calls me too. Amber--so that's what a shout out is. Never really knew. Umm so sorry to have left you out but see I only posted on what people had commented. now you get one all to yourself. hopefully this isn't too long for ya. haha. (now do you see why i was so excited to walk on the dunes at white rock? we have none).

umm..dinner does smell good but why it's in my title I have no clue. About skateboarding....Fall makes me think of skateboarding. Explanation: I used to skate 'back in the day'. It's really all Dustin's fault. (one of my cousins. a.k.a "the boys") Why do I think of them in fall? Mabye 'cause we visit them in the fall. They were really into skating back then. So Dustin taught me. Or tried. He gave me a board and told me not to fall off. I did more falling then skating. He tried to teach me tricks; but we learned pretty quick that shredded jeans don't make happy moms. It was fun. Until they moved to VA. Traitors. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What do you say about funerals? It's kinda awkward because you don't want to say it was good. But you can't say it was bad either. You're terribly sad and missing the person; but yet glad that they are in heaven with Christ. They are tricky things. THANK YOU JESUS!! Isn't it in...

sorry ya'll. i didn't disable the comments, i think it does it automatically after 70. cause prince harry got cut off when he was in narnia.

Happy birthday Bekah-Boo; Happy Birthday to you!! Once you're 18 they kick you out of Neverland...just kidding. Your imagination's good enough. You can stay 'till 21.:) When that happens you can sail away to cahoots...haha...did i ever tell you that is a real word? And it means "to be in league with"; not a tropical island... Sorry. No! This is't supposed to be funny! I am trying to honor her. Seriously, Rebekah. You've been such a blessing from God in my life these past 14 years. (that's how long we've known each other, right?) Thanks for being my first girl friend; and my "bosom friend". (haha) God's used you countless ways in my life. To encourage and convict. Thank you for all the times you point out my sin and drag me out when I withdrawl. Thanks for making me smile when I feel like crying. Thanks for making me laugh so hard I do cry. Thanks for all of the memories, inside jokes, laughs, and yes the few tears. Thanks for all the...

Lester Monk went home this morning at 1:30am. He ran the race very well. I can imagine his Savior telling him "well done, good and faithful servant". He has no sorrow...but those of us who are left to keep running cannot help but miss him. I only wish I'd seen him more recently. But God knows best. Someday I'll see him again. I wonder if he'll remember to tell me I look taller. ((The Monks were a wonderful couple that went to Metro. They only come every once and awhile now cause its a very long drive. They served many people well. I'll never forget him. Every time he saw me he'd tease around and yet always tell me that I seemed taller or I was getting taller or something like that because he himself was very tall and i was-and still am-short)). Anyway I just wanted to honor him a little. I couldn't post anything else anyway becuase this was on my mind.

"I see you got the double title thing goin' on there..." ((*apology for the ad on my last post...i never checked it...sorry 'bout that*)) today was monday. didn't do much. Had a minor battle with a dragon named Chem. He kept spitting fire all over me and I kept trying to fight him with my left hand. Except my sword is right-handed. I didn't even know they made them that way. i finally defeated Chem(istry) after quite a while and managed to escape with only a few minor bruises and a headache.... OH yes! my mom was listening to clips from the SGM cd that came out today. I found that all those new songs we've been singing at metro are from it. we sang one like "you are the way" yesterday and I kept thinking it sounded like Pat Sczebel. But I told myself "you don't really know him that well". well, whaddya know I was RIGHT!! It was one of pat's songs. switch of subjects. "I need you; more than i admit or understand..." how...

I can't pretend to be something I'm not. This will be serious. (synonymous with boring?) My soul is too heavy and I am feeling too much right now to care. I'm sitting here with many questions running through my mind, knowing that they won't be answered. I don't know if an answer could help anway. It'd probably be beyond my comprehension. "His ways are not are own". Yet I find comfort in asking; because it reminds me that He has reasons. And that I don't have to do anything but trust. What peace. In this fallen world there is so much "broken glass". How often we find ourselves cut and bleeding; in desperate need of a Healer to breathe mercy on our wounds. Nothing tragic happened to me. But sometimes when others are hurt; it hits very close to home. Your heart breaks for them. There is nothing you can do but pray. And hope for someday. Someday I believe in the rest of the story I believe there's still ink in the pen I have wasted my ver...

**pretend this color is yellow becasue all the yellows are too hard to read** dad just called an d said to check green bay's score. i expected them to be losing painfully--dad is the type who'd call and be laughing hysterically at my "pathetics". we beat new o rleans 52 to 3 ! WHOO! last night dad and i were talking to these little boys about football teams and one aksed if i had one. i said "yeah, the packers ". he blinked and went "ouch". it was funny. i belive he actually felt bad for me. so i said "yeah...it's not our best season; but i'm loyal". he tried to amend it by saying "at least you have a team . most girls don't." haha.

Sorry ya'll. I actually was busy. Unlike Joel. Nobody yelled at me for not posting. Wow. Thanks. Either people are getting busy real lives or they are just patient. Had an adventure Friday. Which was NOT marvelous. So crazy. I learned a lesson in flexibilty and down-and-dirty service. oh my. T here was a "lock-in" for Metro's Missionettes. (missionettes is girls meeting. learn a biblical lesson and do projects to earn badges. like girl scouts.) Bre is in Stars and I'm a teacher for her class so I had to go. The volleyball tournament was moved to the same night, which kept our girls up much later than we'd planned. ((Aside:Stephen has the canada video almost done (yippeee) but is busy with deadlines for real projects. i'm not going to ask him to hurry. Amber and Britt: ooohh maaann. i am so stupid!)) We put the girls to bed at midnight. Tina and I had the bright idea to sleep on the couches in the foyer. We're standing in the doorway to the gym tal...

NOTE: these are extremely random; just a few pics i decided to post. there is no order. and the layout is confusing. ^^^^" tastes like dissolving glass...." (quoting jess ) ^falling off of railings; wading in the pacific^ ^^^the best car wash sign ever^^^ aly's little pink hat...miss her>>> the rock where lauren and i are going to build our house. bethany and jessica are renting the basement and kara the attic.... now nobody will read about the squirrels...

I think it is joe's birthday. he told me he wanted to go see David Crowder in Seattle on his birthday; and they are in Seattle today. hopefully he will get to go see them. they're going to be in Orlando the 30 so i'm going then. it's cheaper than flying up there. i am having template issues. i tried the old vancouver one. but it just screamed "you are not canadain" at me. dang. there aren't any other green ones i like. so the only reason i'm posting is to say happy birthday to joe; and if you wish to read something more interesting you'll have to read the post before this; in which i get lost for the first time in the getto. (it's not as thrilling as it seems). wishing there was snow; or at least that it was cold; but wishing only works on stars and though it is dark because of clouds, it's daytime....

Miss Bennet (Elizabeth) apologizes for the lack of posts due to busy- ness . she's sorry for not being faithful but glad she can post whatever she might choose (not "chose") ...where was i? oh yes. Monday . on Monday i did school. then i picked dad up from work after dance, which ends at 8pm. But I got home much later. Things happened. What follows could be called one of my "marvelous adventures". Except I've never had one; I've only wished too. I'm not quite sure what a "marvelous adventure" is. but here's a story anyway: W e had devotions at the end of class instead of the beginning. Causing some of us to {fall asleep}. I just laid my head on the floor to "rest" but it became half-awake-half-asleep-couldn't-move-if-i-wanted-to...very unusual for me. i don't fall asleep just anywhere...SO I leave dance late. Then there's a train. It's driving down Oakridge I realize that I've never come from th...

hi. i'm posting from beks house. say hi beks. she always looks over my shoulder. she reads slow and goes "dont turn the page yet". hoser. Mary K. is here to. she said she'll kick me out and make me homeless if i'm mean. Now she's excited because HER NAME IS IN PRINT! wow. we're really tired. we've been ice skating. i love ice skating. except that i go really fast and can't stop and slam into the plexiglass like a hockey player....haha. another good reason to move to canada, eh? i got the new David Crowder cd. my mom loves david's songs. so i opened it in the car and started reading. sitting in the car at walmart this is what i read: "This recording is about that collision. It is the collision of our fallen state and our Maker's transcendence.... it is about too many who know intensely what pain the word 'cancer' holds and the words of my friend whispered in my ear, 'it's okay. none of us are getting out of here aliv...

several chemistry pages and a cleaned kitchen ago... My parents went out, so I made dinner for me and the kids. We had quiche lorraine . No lie. At least that's what it started as. whatever hoser wrote the directions said it would cook in 20 minutes. It didn' t cook in 30. When I finally served it to them it was STILL not cooked enough. They suffered through it for about 5 minutes. Then I just looked at thier faces and said "Baloney and to heck with this. Anybody want grilled cheese?" So I made grilled cheese and ham sandwiches instead. Good thing about not being a mom you can do crazy things like that. my pinkie fingernail is still teal. i believe i am the only one with it still on. stories. last friday night. mrs derry got me, Rebekah (aka pippin) and Stevie from the new orleans church in for free to disney. three 17 year old girls into photography, God, roller coasters, walking in the rain, laughing, coldplay and chick-fil-a hanging out...good times. years. i'd...

I had to thank prince harry for the narnian apples. They were on my front steps this morning; slightly bruised thaks to fedex but good none the less. They worked great. I'm back to normal (98.8). AND i wasn't cussing. the shaggy dude didn't want to hear about my being sick. so that's what the word was. ya'll shoulda picked up on that. ;) email aly and tell her hi. she misses ya'll floridians. d

The first thing I have to say is that JoeL's blog entry about Neverland rocked. haha. Very creative. A little scary though, because I am forever saying things like that and people do not appreciate it. They tell me I'm insane. Peter does that to people. Except he is very wrong on one point: GIRLS ARE ALLOWED IN NEVERLAND !! I have been going there since I was 8; and I am most definantly not Wendy. Besides, I believe I was the first to mention it. Hi to Kara S. And now please go post on poor josher's blog. People don't post on mine very often either, but he cares. i'm sick. fever and all. too sick to deny it anymore. drat. i haven't been feeling good since wednesday, but i learned that if you pretend it's not there sometimes it goes away. but this time mom noticed...i could hardly talk so I guess that was a giveaway. mom went to see if she could find Pride and Prejudice for me since I can't do anything else. besides read. probs why i spend alot mor...

I DID NOT SHAVE MY HEAD!!! for those of you who don't know me well enough to know that I am way to proud to do that...

Last night was amazing. God was so kind to encourage me through one of my favorite things. About 2 minutes from my house is a hill (hills being rare in fl). Coming up it at night is cool because the sky is very dark and the stars shine out like a thousand sparkling mirrors. (hurrah for the absence of street lights) The moon had just risen and was very low in the sky. Very reddish-brown--it looked like a rock from New Mexico. (not cheese. i've never seen how the moon could look like cheese.) There's a paved road that goes nowhere so I pulled over and turned the car off. I sat there conversing with God a little. When I got home I went out back and laid in the grass. The stars were so bright, the sky so huge...I couldn't speak if I wanted to. Sometimes they make me feel so small, insignificant and powerless. But not in a mopey sort of way. It's comforting. It reminds me that I'm like one of the smallest pricks of light, resting in God's hands as He controls everyth...

this happened while i was writing my real post and it is so funny i had to post it: INTURRUPTION : NEVER, EVER SAY YOU WILL SHAVE YOUR HEAD IF SOMETHING HAPPENS!! Because then it will. my football team is Green Bay . Don't ask why, they always have been. The other day my bro was picking on me because GB lost to the Bengals. (canadians: the bengals are one of the worst teams right now in the NFL). I say "It's not the Cleveland Browns; it could be worse". My mom was like "They might" and I was like "HA! If the Packers lost to the Browns I would shave my head". I thought the conferences wouldn't mix. I don't really understand how that whole conference thingy works anyway. Guess who GB played tonite. And lost. OUCH! My mom's over there cracking jokes like "You can tell people you did it out of sympathy for Aunt Lori". i think i learned a lesson. going back to writing my real post now....

"I'm lying in bed, but I can't sleep. It's like I'm locked in this room On the greatest night you've made so far. I take a walk outside beneath the stars, And as I look all around me, I remember how in love we are. It's a beautiful world... Your beautiful song is all I can hear. I see the wind moving through the trees, And it reminds me of how your spirit moves in me. I lie in the grass, and stare at the sky, And thought I've seen it a thousand times It looks new tonight. It's a beautiful world...Your beautiful song is all I can hear. Your beautiful colors surrounding me. Your beautiful art is all I can see. It's a beautiful world. Good night my King. I'm going to try to sleep...Oh but here comes a sunrise too beautiful to miss." i like this song. i didnt' write it but i changed some words. i do that type of thing sometime... but as much as i love what God made inthis world, i'm still waitign for the one i was really made for......

This post will be read by Americans and Canadians. So if some of you wonder why it seems I'm explianing the obvious, then it's for those in the other country. And I will probably "dyslexisize" some things; so just laugh at/with me when it happens .

I realized today that I never told the Canadians how much they affected me. I figured what better thing to do on my first post, ey? So here goes a better-late-then-never try: God used everyone I spent time with to challenge & encourage me in some way. This would get way to long if I tried to tell each one. Ya'll served us e-teamers selflessly and joyfully. So thanks to anyone who spent time with me--whether it was passing out flyers, carrying coolers, getting stuck on ski lifts, or working at the Fun Fair. It was an incredible blessing to serve alongside you. Pat--Thanks for driving us crazy girls around in the "gutless wonder"; giving so much of your time; for all the teasing and laughs; for the knicknames... Kaz--Thanks for driving us to and from the airport; for letting us stop for food; for explaining "Canadian-ness"; and for letting us know about the French... Jason and Carrie--Thank you so much for opening up your home to Lauren and I; for l...