Ok... there's no use coming here anymore! I will no longer be posting. My partner is gone, and I hate remembering to update... so if you come here from now on...this is what you'll see! Good day...or night...whatever the case may be!
Lace

I saw this today and a friends website and thought it was really powerful. Hope it is as inspiring to you and it was to me.
~La

The Unashamed Fellowship
I am a part of the fellowship of the Unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit
Power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has
been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow
down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense,
and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight
walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions,
mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or
popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised,
regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by
patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my
way is rough, my companions few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear.
I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted,
or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the
presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the
pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of
mediocrity.

I won't give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I've preached up, prayed
up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I am a
disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop,
preach until all know, and work until He comes.

And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My
colors will be clear for "I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the
power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.." (Romans 1:16)

By Dr. Bob Moorehead

Hey I have meant to post these for awhile now and just had the opportunity, so I hope ya'll enjoy them. Haha I especially like the one of Lace kissing Santa... that was one unforgettable day... a little sugar and spice...and a waitress that wasn't nice... some Cash and blues... and Marty bringing some unsuspected news, to which we celebrated with some Maggie Moo's. It was great... really great. I also love the ones from the basketball game, although I thought I had taken more, but yeah I hope everyone is fine and dandy, wish I could see you this weekend in Jackson, but hopefully I will be going to the Huntsville meeting in feb. Is anyone else going to it? I think it is the fourth weekend in feb. but I am not for sure. (Lace I was thinking we could leave from Nashville and that way you'd only have to get a one way ticket). Anyways, I love you all and hope everything and everyone is doing well.

PS How is old Harris adoing? Any new reports?

To all... I hope you aren't confused or think ill of me due to this post, but I am desperate. You see I once had this great, amazing friend named Lacey and we used to talk quite bit and occasionally e-mail, but most definitely blog (at least). But over the past week, I have seemed to lose her. I know, I know "lose" doesn't seem like the appropriate word to you, but oh to me it does... let me explain... you see I know she hasn't forsaken me because she is too good of a friend for that, and I know she hasn't forgotten me because she is too young for that, and I know she hasn't ignored me because.... well because she knows I would hunt her down to make sure she was still alive and therefore in the end defeat the purpose of ignoring me. SO "lost" would be the only logical explanation, therefore I use this post to find her, wherever she is... I need her desperately and request her to contact me and if she is lost than call AAA because that is what her parents bought it for. So yes, I know this may seem silly to some, but desperation can drive a girl to extreme lengths of either silliness or madness and for now this is my outlet.

I cannot express the depth of my hatred towards this new "politically correct" holiday (not Christmas) season. You know it is bad when greeters at WALMART (of all places) will be fired for saying "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy holidays"... it is utterly ridiculous! So I give you this poem. And although I would love to take credit for this ingenious piece of literature... I did not, in fact, write it. But, it expresses my feelings better than I can.... so I hope you enjoy it... and Merry Christmas.... unless you are a Jew and then I would say... well Merry Christmas and if you are offended then you really just need to get over it.


A Politically Correct Christmas Story

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labour conditions at the North Pole
were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.

So, this won't be long but I did want to let an anonymous someone know that I am making headway in the X-Flighter game and although I am currently at 1,500 points... I soon hope to crush your record.... so until next time (which might be at the meeting where you can see the glory of my soon to be victory for yourself).... adios.

A tribute to great friends... I thank God for you all and I hope one day I can repay you all for your kindness and loyalty.


"Among life's precious jewels,
Genuine and rare,
The one that we call friendship
Has worth beyond compare"
-Anonymous

"Friendship is the only cement that will ever
hold the world together"
-Woodrow Wilson

"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies,
but the silence of our friends"
-Martin Luther King Jr.

"Friendship doubles your joys and
divides your sorrows"
-Anonymous

"Friendship is always a sweet responsibility,
never an opportunity"
-Kahlil Gibran

"When you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful if he sends,
not diamonds, pearls or riches,
but the love of real true friends."
-Helen Steiner Rice

I love you all dearly! (To borrow a phrase from Sister Debbie, who I also love dearly).