My family left a week ago today.
I miss them.
A lot.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
My New Anthem
When clouds veil sun
And disaster comes
Oh my soul, oh my soul
When waters rise
And hope takes flight
O my soul, o my soul
O my soul
Ever faithful, ever true
You are known
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
When clouds brought rain
And disaster came
Oh my soul, oh my soul
When waters rose
And hope had flown
Oh my soul, oh my soul
Oh my soul
Ever faithful, ever true
You are known
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
Oh my soul overflows
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh my soul fills with hope
Perfect love that never lets go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
In joy and pain
In sun and rain
You're the same
Oh You never let go
In joy and pain
In sun and rain
You're the same
Oh You never let go
Never let go
You never let go
*****
This song is on David Crowder's newest CD ('Remedy', it came out on Tuesday) and I can't help but wonder if he wrote it during the time he came off the road after his pastor's tragic death. From my understanding, Crowder and his pastor were best buds and had started this church together before David Crowder was a name people recognized. Last spring, the pastor was struck by lightning and killed while baptising a member of the church. Crowder chose to postpone his next CD ('B Collision') and fall tour so that he could be home with his church family so that they could all heal together. To me, that makes the song even more poignant...it was written when he and his entire church family needed to know they were being held with both a tenderness and fierce passion they could never understand.
How good God is to never let go...when we are so quick to forsake His grasp.
And disaster comes
Oh my soul, oh my soul
When waters rise
And hope takes flight
O my soul, o my soul
O my soul
Ever faithful, ever true
You are known
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
When clouds brought rain
And disaster came
Oh my soul, oh my soul
When waters rose
And hope had flown
Oh my soul, oh my soul
Oh my soul
Ever faithful, ever true
You are known
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
Oh my soul overflows
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh my soul fills with hope
Perfect love that never lets go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
Oh what love
In joy and pain
In sun and rain
You're the same
Oh You never let go
In joy and pain
In sun and rain
You're the same
Oh You never let go
Never let go
You never let go
*****
This song is on David Crowder's newest CD ('Remedy', it came out on Tuesday) and I can't help but wonder if he wrote it during the time he came off the road after his pastor's tragic death. From my understanding, Crowder and his pastor were best buds and had started this church together before David Crowder was a name people recognized. Last spring, the pastor was struck by lightning and killed while baptising a member of the church. Crowder chose to postpone his next CD ('B Collision') and fall tour so that he could be home with his church family so that they could all heal together. To me, that makes the song even more poignant...it was written when he and his entire church family needed to know they were being held with both a tenderness and fierce passion they could never understand.
How good God is to never let go...when we are so quick to forsake His grasp.
Monday, September 24, 2007
My new vacation home
So, after much packing and moving of very, very heavy boxes, foot lockers and suitcases, my family left yesterday. I doubt anyone really cares about this, but I feel it humorous to note just how much stuff my mother took to St. Kitts with her. Let's see...there were the 18 boxes (seriously) of stuff picked up by the shipping company. They are being driving by truck to Miami where they will arrive in St. Kitts in about two weeks via ship. And then, there were four of them traveling and each could check two pieces of luggage. She took 5 of the big foot locker type trunks, each loaded, plus a large suitcase and two more boxes.
She emailed me yesterday and they did indeed arrive safely...no word on whether all the luggage arrived. I guess no news is good news. I'm sure she would have called if anything didn't make it. Anyway, their trip consisted three flights: Atlanta to Miami, Miami to Puerto Rico, and Puerto Rico to St. Kitts. (I am very entertained by the thought of my mother and her three children on a lay-over in Puerto Rico.)
The pilot on their flight from Atlanta to Miami was a friend of my mom's! For a few years in a row, my family stayed in the same house in Indian Rocks Beach, Florida when they were on vacation and became friends with the lady who owned the house next door...I don't think my family has been back there in 2 or 3 years, but that lady's husband was their pilot. He bumped them up to first class, gave my brothers a tour of the cockpit and let my bigger brother sit in the captains seat. Not a bad start to what could have been a very long journey.
Anyway, I did indeed find the pictures of their house down there, so here you go...
The view from their back porch.
The above referenced back porch.
The neighborhood pool...its one of those ones with a false side so when you look out it looks like you're in the Caribbean.
She emailed me yesterday and they did indeed arrive safely...no word on whether all the luggage arrived. I guess no news is good news. I'm sure she would have called if anything didn't make it. Anyway, their trip consisted three flights: Atlanta to Miami, Miami to Puerto Rico, and Puerto Rico to St. Kitts. (I am very entertained by the thought of my mother and her three children on a lay-over in Puerto Rico.)
The pilot on their flight from Atlanta to Miami was a friend of my mom's! For a few years in a row, my family stayed in the same house in Indian Rocks Beach, Florida when they were on vacation and became friends with the lady who owned the house next door...I don't think my family has been back there in 2 or 3 years, but that lady's husband was their pilot. He bumped them up to first class, gave my brothers a tour of the cockpit and let my bigger brother sit in the captains seat. Not a bad start to what could have been a very long journey.
Anyway, I did indeed find the pictures of their house down there, so here you go...
The view from their back porch.
The above referenced back porch.
The neighborhood pool...its one of those ones with a false side so when you look out it looks like you're in the Caribbean.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
My family's humble abode...sort of...
I feel like I didn't post for a really long time because nothing was going on...and now I'm posting twice a day. Not sure what that's about.
So, I posted a couple days ago about the email I sent out asking for prayer for my family because they are moving abroad. (See: Pray for My Family) In said post, I mentioned that I would post pictures later.
Now, my mother has a cd *somewhere* with pictures of the island and the house and the view and all that...however, in the midst of packing and shipping and getting ready for the big move, nobody knows where it is. So, being the tech-savy little girl that I am (not) I googled St. Kitts and came up with these pics.
On a side note, I would like to invent a thing, a noun, that is so widely used and recognized that it becomes a verb...ie: Google.
Pack to the pics...
This is the view of the Marriott...its where my dad has stayed all the times he's gone down to prepare for the move. Actually, it's where he's been living since Labor Day. And, if the house isn't ready when my fam gets there next week, they will stay at the Marriott until the house is ready.
The coast of St. Kitts...and can I just say, Shut up! My family gets to live there!?! And, I have a free place to stay on that very island??? So, pretty much, while you guys are freezing in February and lamenting the fact that you live in Georgia where cold is pointless because it doesn't snow...I'll be on this very island. :)
According to Google Images, they play a lot of Cricket in St. Kitts, which I'm pretty excited about. I've always wanted to see a cricket match...even though I hear its pretty boring.
St. George's Anglican church...I can't wait to see and photograph the architecture.
People keep asking where St. Kitts is...now I know how to answer.
If I ever find the cd, I'll post pictures of the actual house...or, I'll just go there myself after the first of the year and take my own pictures.
So, I posted a couple days ago about the email I sent out asking for prayer for my family because they are moving abroad. (See: Pray for My Family) In said post, I mentioned that I would post pictures later.
Now, my mother has a cd *somewhere* with pictures of the island and the house and the view and all that...however, in the midst of packing and shipping and getting ready for the big move, nobody knows where it is. So, being the tech-savy little girl that I am (not) I googled St. Kitts and came up with these pics.
On a side note, I would like to invent a thing, a noun, that is so widely used and recognized that it becomes a verb...ie: Google.
Pack to the pics...
This is the view of the Marriott...its where my dad has stayed all the times he's gone down to prepare for the move. Actually, it's where he's been living since Labor Day. And, if the house isn't ready when my fam gets there next week, they will stay at the Marriott until the house is ready.
The coast of St. Kitts...and can I just say, Shut up! My family gets to live there!?! And, I have a free place to stay on that very island??? So, pretty much, while you guys are freezing in February and lamenting the fact that you live in Georgia where cold is pointless because it doesn't snow...I'll be on this very island. :)
According to Google Images, they play a lot of Cricket in St. Kitts, which I'm pretty excited about. I've always wanted to see a cricket match...even though I hear its pretty boring.
St. George's Anglican church...I can't wait to see and photograph the architecture.
People keep asking where St. Kitts is...now I know how to answer.
If I ever find the cd, I'll post pictures of the actual house...or, I'll just go there myself after the first of the year and take my own pictures.
Thoughts I've Been Thinking
I want to be a Lydia.
A woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira,
a seller of purple fabrics, a worshiper of God, was listening; and the Lord opened her heart to respond to the things spoken by Paul.
Acts 16:14
I hope that if people are talking about me 2,000 years from now, they will be able to say the same things of me that are said of Lydia...that I was a worshipper of God, that I listened and that I allowed the Lord to open my heart and respond to what I see around me.
Also what struck me about this verse is the sequence.
Lydia
1. Worshipped
2. Listened
3. Let the Lord move her heart
AND THEN
4. Responded.
How often do we--and by we, I mean, I--respond first and listen later? How
much less would we say the words "I'm sorry" if we listened before
responding? And, not only listen...but she worshipped. Her first action
was not about filling her own needs, but praising the God she knew to
be real even before she really knew who He was.
I want the patience of Lydia that took the time to worship, listen and let the
Lord move before I respond to the things in my life.
Also thinking about...
You are our letter, written in our hearts, known and read by all men; being
manifested that you are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written
not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of
stone but on tablets of human hearts.
1 Corinthians 3:2-3
The more I think about this, the more it gets me.
Think about the last time you wrote a letter (ok, or a long email...even a blog)...to let someone know what you are doing, what is
going on in your mind, where you are. You wrote with a purpose.
Well, folks, the very same hand that hung the stars and penned the very Scriptures we treasure has written the story of your life and mine. That thought alone is mind-blowing.
Not only did He write it, He wrote it with a purpose, with a goal, with an end in mind. He wrote our lives as a letter. He wrote your story and mine to let others,
those in our lives, those who watch us live...to let them know what He is doing, what He thinks, where He is and, most importantly, how very much He loves them.
Think about the stories of the people who drew you to Jesus...their stories are a letter to you from the Creator of the universe so that you would know where to find Him.
I hope that we will all know where the Lord is...and will act in patience as we worship, listen and respond to the places and circumstances He opens our hearts to.
A woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira,
a seller of purple fabrics, a worshiper of God, was listening; and the Lord opened her heart to respond to the things spoken by Paul.
Acts 16:14
I hope that if people are talking about me 2,000 years from now, they will be able to say the same things of me that are said of Lydia...that I was a worshipper of God, that I listened and that I allowed the Lord to open my heart and respond to what I see around me.
Also what struck me about this verse is the sequence.
Lydia
1. Worshipped
2. Listened
3. Let the Lord move her heart
AND THEN
4. Responded.
How often do we--and by we, I mean, I--respond first and listen later? How
much less would we say the words "I'm sorry" if we listened before
responding? And, not only listen...but she worshipped. Her first action
was not about filling her own needs, but praising the God she knew to
be real even before she really knew who He was.
I want the patience of Lydia that took the time to worship, listen and let the
Lord move before I respond to the things in my life.
Also thinking about...
You are our letter, written in our hearts, known and read by all men; being
manifested that you are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written
not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of
stone but on tablets of human hearts.
1 Corinthians 3:2-3
The more I think about this, the more it gets me.
Think about the last time you wrote a letter (ok, or a long email...even a blog)...to let someone know what you are doing, what is
going on in your mind, where you are. You wrote with a purpose.
Well, folks, the very same hand that hung the stars and penned the very Scriptures we treasure has written the story of your life and mine. That thought alone is mind-blowing.
Not only did He write it, He wrote it with a purpose, with a goal, with an end in mind. He wrote our lives as a letter. He wrote your story and mine to let others,
those in our lives, those who watch us live...to let them know what He is doing, what He thinks, where He is and, most importantly, how very much He loves them.
Think about the stories of the people who drew you to Jesus...their stories are a letter to you from the Creator of the universe so that you would know where to find Him.
I hope that we will all know where the Lord is...and will act in patience as we worship, listen and respond to the places and circumstances He opens our hearts to.
Not bad, not bad at all...
I found this on Lisa's blog...I wish it would tell which questions I got wrong.
Am-I-Dumb.com - Are you dumb?
Am-I-Dumb.com - Are you dumb?
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Grammar Quiz
Ha ha ha...this is so me!!! :)
| You Scored an A |
 You got 10/10 questions correct. It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors. If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs. As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human. And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes. |
Pray for my family!
I sent this email out today:
Hey, guys!
You were all so faithful to pray for my trip to Ecuador a few months back (has it really been that long already??) that I feel like I should ask you to pray for this too...
My family is moving. Actually, technically, my dad already has but the rest of the family (minus me) is heading out this weekend. They are going to be living in St. Kitts which is in the Caribbean, southwest of Puerto Rico, I think. They have a lease on a house for a year but they may end up staying longer if needed. My dad has been there since Labor Day and I'm not going so that means my mom has to get herself, the kids and a ridiculous amount of luggage from Atlanta to St. Kitts by herself...this involves layovers in both Miami and Puerto Rico. Pray for her!
Really, pray for the whole family...they are going to have a completely different way of life down there. Yeah, their house is on a mountain and looks over the Caribbean, but a lot of the things they are used to...most of the foods they normally eat are extremely expensive. Pray for their safety, and their adjustment. And, pray that this would be a good time for them as a family.
Pray for me, too...my family is leaving! They are going to be really far away. Phone calls can be difficult and I certainly won't be able to drop by if I just want a meal that doesn't involve the microwave. I love my brothers and sister and I'll be missing out on a year of their lives...especially my sister who is most definitely making the transition from preschooler to little girl. And, Daniel, my oldest brother, will be a teenager when they come home.
Thanks so much!
His,
Kerry
I'll post some pics of where they'll be living soon...my computer at work won't let me upload them. I think my mom has some pics of the actual house.
Thanks for praying!
Hey, guys!
You were all so faithful to pray for my trip to Ecuador a few months back (has it really been that long already??) that I feel like I should ask you to pray for this too...
My family is moving. Actually, technically, my dad already has but the rest of the family (minus me) is heading out this weekend. They are going to be living in St. Kitts which is in the Caribbean, southwest of Puerto Rico, I think. They have a lease on a house for a year but they may end up staying longer if needed. My dad has been there since Labor Day and I'm not going so that means my mom has to get herself, the kids and a ridiculous amount of luggage from Atlanta to St. Kitts by herself...this involves layovers in both Miami and Puerto Rico. Pray for her!
Really, pray for the whole family...they are going to have a completely different way of life down there. Yeah, their house is on a mountain and looks over the Caribbean, but a lot of the things they are used to...most of the foods they normally eat are extremely expensive. Pray for their safety, and their adjustment. And, pray that this would be a good time for them as a family.
Pray for me, too...my family is leaving! They are going to be really far away. Phone calls can be difficult and I certainly won't be able to drop by if I just want a meal that doesn't involve the microwave. I love my brothers and sister and I'll be missing out on a year of their lives...especially my sister who is most definitely making the transition from preschooler to little girl. And, Daniel, my oldest brother, will be a teenager when they come home.
Thanks so much!
His,
Kerry
I'll post some pics of where they'll be living soon...my computer at work won't let me upload them. I think my mom has some pics of the actual house.
Thanks for praying!
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