tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74033861667617418742023-11-15T09:10:54.437-08:00Emergency 911Welcome to my page.
I hope it will be relaxing and insightful.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-8728609074008333372007-08-08T13:47:00.000-07:002007-08-08T13:58:58.926-07:00Ordinary Man<div align="center"><br />It’s on those days when I feel ordinary</div><div align="center">Those days when I can’t see</div><div align="center">All the things I can’t put my finger on</div><div align="center">But everything that I’d miss</div><div align="center">If you were ever gone</div><div align="center">Yeah it’s on those days</div><div align="center">That I can’t help but realize</div><div align="center">As I gaze into your eyes</div><div align="center"><br />I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary when</div><div align="center">I’m holding your hand</div><div align="center">I don’t want to never ever take a chance</div><div align="center">How can I not take chances</div><div align="center">When you ask me to dance</div><div align="center">I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary when</div><div align="center">I’m loved by an extraordinary woman</div><div align="center"><br />It’s when I can’t see why you love me</div><div align="center">And what I do feels ordinary</div><div align="center">That’s when I know I’m the lucky one</div><div align="center">The one who’d be lost</div><div align="center">If our love was ever done</div><div align="center">Yeah it’s on those days</div><div align="center">That I can’t help but realize</div><div align="center">As I gaze into your eyes</div><div align="center"><br />I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary when</div><div align="center">You’re holding my hand</div><div align="center">I don’t want to never ever take a chance</div><div align="center">How can I not take chances</div><div align="center">When you ask me to dance</div><div align="center">I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary when</div><div align="center">I’m loved by an extraordinary woman</div><div align="center"><br />Life’s just too short</div><div align="center">And love’s just too fragile</div><div align="center">To not strive for the heaven’s above</div><div align="center">I don’t have time to worry about you</div><div align="center">I have time to give love</div><div align="center">Love it can last</div><div align="center">but only if I try</div><div align="center">and we can dream of it</div><div align="center">Or we can teach ourselves to fly</div><div align="center"><br />I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary</div><div align="center">When you’re holding my hand</div><div align="center">I don’t want to never ever take a chance</div><div align="center">How can I not take chances</div><div align="center">When you ask me to dance</div><div align="center">I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I be ordinary when</div><div align="center">I’m loved by an extraordinary woman</div><div align="center"><br />I want to be superman for you</div><div align="center">I want to lasso the moon</div><div align="center">I want to solve all your troubles</div><div align="center">And catch each tear in my hand</div><div align="center">Be up to my elbows in the dishes</div><div align="center">move the furniture for the fortieth time</div><div align="center">Yeah I want to learn to be</div><div align="center">What you are to me</div><div align="center">I want to learn to leave the ordinary</div><div align="center">For the extraordinary that you are to me</div><div align="center"><br />I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary</div><div align="center">When you’re holding my hand</div><div align="center">I don’t want to never ever take a chance</div><div align="center">How can I not take chances</div><div align="center">When you ask me to dance</div><div align="center">I don’t want to be an average ordinary man</div><div align="center">How can I feel ordinary when</div><div align="center">I’m loved by an extraordinary woman</div><div align="center">Come see what extraordinary’s done</div><div align="center">Yeah I’m just the lucky one</div><div align="center">Yeah I’m just the lucky one</div><div align="center">By: Adam Butram<br /></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-50819764596465173812007-07-12T11:40:00.000-07:002007-07-12T11:44:52.298-07:00Finding Me<div align="center"><br />Finding me </div><div align="center">in the middle of me</div><div align="center">but still so far</div><div align="center">from who I should be</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I look to the sky</div><div align="center">but fail to fly</div><div align="center">to the stars above</div><div align="center">in the pale moonlight</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I try to think if I was me</div><div align="center">where would i hide, where would I be</div><div align="center">to escape what i don't want to face</div><div align="center">hiding inside in the middle of me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I derive from the life others see</div><div align="center">that something is living, living in me</div><div align="center">so I'm alive and that's for sure</div><div align="center">but if purpose I have, why the insecurity</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">why the insecurity</div><div align="center">that if i must be more than just me</div><div align="center">why the impatience with it all</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">When this is who I am framed to be</div><div align="center">So as i move on finding me</div><div align="center">in Christ more than inside of me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm finding he is the answer to the end</div><div align="center">of making what's inside of me complete</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By: Adam Butram</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-64396418590506833392007-06-21T22:07:00.000-07:002007-06-21T22:16:38.438-07:00Ducktaping Hearts<div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">some people say that ducktape can fix anything.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and with them I agree to almost anything</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">because it can fix the leak of the old window</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and it can keep that car running, or barely so</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">ducktape can clean your dirty clothes</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">it can fix the hole into which the wind blows</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">it can keep a wound covered with it's sticky inner layer</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and protect against the weather with it's outer scales</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">but there are some things it cannot do</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and first of them is this</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">it cannot take a broken heart and rebuild without a twist</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">becuase hearts are quite fragile and with each touch they break</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and with each loving word spoken a little piece they take</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">from the heart of the other to build a new little heart</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">one that can house both of them and make a new start</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">but if that heart is broken then all the little pieces</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">fall straight to the ground making a startling sound</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and one would find it difficult among the wreckage there</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">to discover which piece among all the broken ones is their's</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">because hearts are quickly joined together and do not easily part</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and when they do they leave behind each a little of their heart</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">so thus we can surmise that when two hearts are broken</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">that ducktape cannot do a thing because each heart will have it's token</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">when all the pieces are replaced in each heart at least a piece or so will be misplaced</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">with of piece of the love, once, of the other and leaving behind a memory or face</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">so I would take and keep this advice learned from this ducktape of mine</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">there are a few things that should not be broken, except by time</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">so don't break things that ducktape cannot fix</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">because love and lies will never mix</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and two hearts apart, but together, will only lead to heartache now and forever</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">By:Adam Butram</span></em></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-53183835281290452072007-04-30T10:16:00.000-07:002007-04-30T10:19:36.245-07:00I will be here!If you need to, Scream<br />if you want to, lean<br />on my shoulder<br />cry while I hold you<br /><br />I'm here<br />for now<br />maybe not forever<br />I'll show you how<br />to cry to laugh<br />to throw life around<br />how to forget<br />what gets you down<br /><br />If you need to, scream<br />to the wind<br />If you're lonely lean<br />and I'll bend<br />towards you<br />take your hand<br />and hold you<br /><br />Life's full of so much<br />trial and error<br />it's hard whenever<br />on the wrong side of failure<br /><br />You taught me to scream<br />now I'm telling you to<br />I'll be here so just lean<br />on my shoulder<br /><br />It'll all be over<br />before you know it soon<br />so just go on, go on, go on<br />and scream to the full moon<br />let all the feelings go<br />you'll survive<br />don't let the anger<br />make your spirit die<br /><br />If you need to, scream<br />If you want to, lean<br />on my shoulder<br />cry, while I hold you<br />by: AdamButramMandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-84756615851732849222007-04-12T11:59:00.000-07:002007-04-12T12:03:31.435-07:00It’s beautiful to me<div align="center">It’s beautiful to watch the sun sink in the west</div><div align="center">It’s beautiful to see the morning sky alight overhead</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know Christ always gives rest</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know you created the paths I tread</div><div align="center"><br />When Your art is uncovered</div><div align="center">Creation’s awesome curtain of majesty</div><div align="center">When Your flag is unfurled</div><div align="center">Clouds, sun, stars, moon, your tapestry</div><div align="center"><br />It’s beautiful to watch the waterfall splash into the sea</div><div align="center">It’s beautiful to see the waves crashing down on the beach</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know that by me you will always be</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know that you are always within prayer’s reach</div><div align="center"><br />When Your grace I discovered</div><div align="center">I knew there was no better place to be</div><div align="center">When You my life recovered</div><div align="center">I found forgiveness, love for even me</div><div align="center"><br />It’s beautiful to watch the eagle soar in the breeze</div><div align="center">It’s beautiful to see the cardinal’s coat of red in winter’s hold</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know that the chains are released</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know life grows more precious as it unfolds</div><div align="center"><br />When Your creation it surrounds</div><div align="center">Life moves and fills the universe’s expanse</div><div align="center">When Your creation shouts it drowns</div><div align="center">All my worldly cares and with creation I dance</div><div align="center"><br />It’s beautiful to watch the otter immersed in play</div><div align="center">It’s beautiful to see the beaver industriously building</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know there is a time to go and stay</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know that I never need to be pretending</div><div align="center"><br />When Your brush strokes make</div><div align="center">New wonders every second of every single day</div><div align="center">When life’s treasure You give and take</div><div align="center">I am speechless. I’m overwhelmed and amazed</div><div align="center"><br />It’s beautiful to watch the dolphin splash and leap in the waters</div><div align="center">It’s beautiful to see the leaves brilliant hues as the season’s pass</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know that your love forever and always endures</div><div align="center">It’s wonderful to know that your love for man’s souls will always last</div><div align="center"><br />When Your grandeur in the end of all time is revealed</div><div align="center">Every knee will bow every tongue proclaim "YOU ARE LORD"</div><div align="center">When the trumpet sounds and the church You in Heaven seal</div><div align="center">In perfection we’ll live and sing forevermore "YOU ARE LORD"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By Adam Butram</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-37379860636375908632007-04-03T09:38:00.000-07:002007-04-03T09:40:32.597-07:00God has a positive answer:HANDY LITTLE CHART -<br /><strong><br />YOU SAY<br />GOD SAYS<br />BIBLE VERSES </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "It's impossible"<br />God says: All things are possible<br />(Luke 18:27) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I'm too tired"<br />God says: I will give you rest<br />(Matthew 11:28-30) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "Nobody really loves me"<br />God says: I love you<br />(John 3:1 6 & John 3:34 )</strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I can't go on"<br />God says: My grace is sufficient<br />(II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I can't figure things out"<br />God says: I will direct your steps<br />(Proverbs 3:5- 6)</strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I can't do it"<br />God says: You can do all things<br />(Philippians 4:13) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I'm not able"<br />God says: I am able<br />(II Corinthians 9:8) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "It's not worth it"<br />God says: It will be worth it<br />(Roman 8:28 ) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I can't forgive myself"<br />God says: I Forgive you<br />(I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)</strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I can't manage"<br />God says: I will supply all your needs<br />(Philippians 4:19) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I'm afraid"<br />God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear<br />(II Timothy 1:7) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated"<br />God says: Cast all your cares on ME<br />(I Peter 5:7) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I'm not smart enough"<br />God says: I give you wisdom<br />(I Corinthians 1:30) </strong><br /><br /><strong>You say: "I feel all alone"<br />God says: I will never leave you or forsake you<br />(Hebrews 13:5)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-5192716179628883472007-03-27T14:37:00.000-07:002007-03-27T14:44:37.147-07:00Just love me<div align="center">Am I the boy</div><div align="center">or the man</div><div align="center">or just a kid</div><div align="center">who thinks he can</div><div align="center">be what some think he should be</div><div align="center">but who doesnt' feel their heartbeat</div><div align="center">Although I try</div><div align="center">that doesn't mean I can</div><div align="center">become a man</div><div align="center">on demand</div><div align="center">I need some time to reevaluate</div><div align="center">what will be my elusive fate</div><div align="center">so as the boy</div><div align="center">or as the man</div><div align="center">or as the kid</div><div align="center">who thinks he can</div><div align="center">I'll carry on till I'm carried on</div><div align="center">I'll move along till I've moved on</div><div align="center">do you love the boy</div><div align="center">or do you love the man</div><div align="center">or is it the kid</div><div align="center">who you think can</div><div align="center">be what you think he can be</div><div align="center">although the future you can't see</div><div align="center">don't love the boy</div><div align="center">don't love the man</div><div align="center">don't love the kid</div><div align="center">who you think can</div><div align="center">because what you see just may not be</div><div align="center">who I'm designed by my creator to be</div><div align="center">I may be</div><div align="center">just what you see</div><div align="center">but you don't know</div><div align="center">so just love me</div><div align="center">for who I am</div><div align="center">not for what I'll be</div><div align="center">for who you see</div><div align="center">when you stand beside me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Am I the boy</div><div align="center">Am I the man</div><div align="center">or just the kid</div><div align="center">who thinks he can</div><div align="center">I think I know becuase now I see</div><div align="center">I see that who I am is just all three</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">By: Adam Butram</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-1679420395925654922007-03-26T09:23:00.000-07:002007-03-26T09:32:01.769-07:00I still remember<div align="center">I still feel the pain</div><div align="center">when I see you today</div><div align="center">or I hear that song on the radio</div><div align="center">and I still think what a shame</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">but I don't love you, anymore</div><div align="center">its just that my heart doesn't</div><div align="center">know any better than to remember</div><div align="center">every little thing that i didn't say</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">but should have</div><div align="center">every little time you made me cry</div><div align="center">and made me laugh</div><div align="center">It might've been me</div><div align="center">It might've been you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">but the fact is we are through</div><div align="center">somethings are better left unsaid</div><div align="center">I know we'll never be us again</div><div align="center">But I still remember</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">because my heart</div><div align="center">doesn't know any better</div><div align="center">It feels there's a piece of me in you</div><div align="center">when you walk by I wonder</div><div align="center">if your piece in me calls to you, too</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I still can't erase my memories</div><div align="center">my mind's not a chalkboard,</div><div align="center">It won't erase easily</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But I'm moving on, and I think I see</div><div align="center">the end of the tunnel</div><div align="center">well you still remember me</div><div align="center">well I don't love you, anymore</div><div align="center">it's just that my heart</div><div align="center">doesn't know any better</div><div align="center">than to remember</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Every little thing I didn't say</div><div align="center">but should have</div><div align="center">Every little time you made me cry</div><div align="center">made me laugh</div><div align="center">It might've been me</div><div align="center">It might've been you</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">but the fact is we are through</div><div align="center">somethings are better left unsaid</div><div align="center">I know we'll never be us again</div><div align="center">but I still remember</div><div align="center">because my heart</div><div align="center">doesn't know any better</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By:Adam Butram</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-14604717706206927712007-03-22T06:24:00.000-07:002007-03-22T06:29:46.100-07:00Declaration of Rights<div align="center"><br />I declare to you</div><div align="center">my worldly and heavenly rights</div><div align="center">these are the premises</div><div align="center">upon which I stand and fight</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am alive</div><div align="center">that I can prove</div><div align="center">I have a right to live</div><div align="center">that only God can remove</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here may I question</div><div align="center">my first pressupposition</div><div align="center">that I have rights which are mine</div><div align="center">upon which my life to define</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">why do I have a right</div><div align="center">when purpose and origin</div><div align="center">escape perception's sight</div><div align="center">and run just beyond my mortal grasp</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">so if from whence I come</div><div align="center">and to whence I go</div><div align="center">remains in the unknown</div><div align="center">then what rights do I know</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">For then I am nothing</div><div align="center">but earth and sod</div><div align="center">is this not where we are left</div><div align="center">without a true God</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If I have no rights</div><div align="center">then let me appeal to these</div><div align="center">the death of Christ on the tree</div><div align="center">I cry out from my knees</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">For I was truly nothing</div><div align="center">but dirt and sod</div><div align="center">until breath was put in my lungs</div><div align="center">the breath of God</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">From this day forthI declare no rights</div><div align="center">except for the sacrifice</div><div align="center">the blood of Christ</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By: Adam Butram</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-61201582296822875042007-03-21T11:04:00.000-07:002007-03-21T11:07:00.380-07:00Marriage (what I think it should be)<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">There’s a ring on my hand<br />A ring on yours<br />Together we’re walking toward<br />Heaven’s doors<br />And I look<br />At you<br />You look<br />At me<br />And in your eyes<br />I can see eternity<br /><br />We are one you and I<br />Two hearts beating side by side<br />Life is a story still untold<br />But with each breath it unfolds<br />Hand in hand, fingers entwined<br />Chasing the wonders of passing time<br /><br />There’s a power of direction in your hand<br />There’s a need for protection from life’s demands<br />And so together we can fly<br />You and I<br />Spaces in between are shrinking<br />Every day<br />And now I am seeing<br />That though I can live without you<br />Part of me can’t find;<br />Anything without you<br /><br />So I hold you<br />And you hold me too<br />I feel your heart beat against my chest<br />Every beat only pulls me closer<br />And it keeps beating without a rest<br />A rose in on the table between the two<br />Me and you<br />Your eyes are shining like stars<br />From a galaxy so far<br />And you make me wonder<br />I sit and ponder<br />All the events that brought us<br />All the things that taught us<br />All the lies that broke us<br />How life betrothed us<br />I am amazed<br />By the look on your face<br />And I am amazed<br />That you’re with me<br />And I’m with you Now<br />I’m holding,The only one,<br />that’s the truth<br /><br />Here I am a lovesick fool<br />After twenty years of lying next to you<br />It never died but sometimes it faded away<br />But never for more the ½ second every hundredth day<br />Because when love is meant to be<br />That’s when we find everything That we’ll ever need<br /><br />We are one you and I<br />Two hearts beating side by side<br />Life is a story still untold<br />But with each breath it unfolds<br />Hand in hand, fingers entwined<br />Chasing the wonders of passing time</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By: Adam Butram</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-36809830997714153602007-03-15T10:59:00.000-07:002007-03-15T11:04:31.187-07:00from: my parent's divorce<div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sometimes I wonder what my parents thought</div><div align="center">When I was a baby in a cradle being rocked</div><div align="center">I wonder if they knew it would turn out like this</div><div align="center">That they would be swinging on a daily hit and miss</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Though they’re not speaking they care about me</div><div align="center">And though they’re struggling I can see</div><div align="center">They care about my life</div><div align="center">But I wish they could end this strife </div><div align="center"><br />I love you daddy will you please stop fighting</div><div align="center">I love you daddy will you lay your pride down</div><div align="center">I love you daddy will you please ask forgiveness</div><div align="center">I love you daddy will you learn to love like Jesus</div><div align="center"><br />Times change and time goes around</div><div align="center">Sometimes we can’t all stand on the same ground</div><div align="center">But sometimes you just have to give up and give in</div><div align="center">God’s given this for us to live through and in </div><div align="center"><br />There’s two sides to every argument they say</div><div align="center">I know it’s true I see it every day</div><div align="center">But we’ve got to settle only our own</div><div align="center">And give in or go all alone</div><div align="center"><br />I love you mommy will you let you heart heal</div><div align="center">I love you mommy I know the pain you feel</div><div align="center">I love you mommy will you please ask forgiveness</div><div align="center">I love you mommy will you learn to trust in Jesus</div><div align="center"><br />At times there was anger</div><div align="center">But mostly I cried</div><div align="center">Watching you go your separate ways</div><div align="center">Even though so hard I’d tried</div><div align="center">I feel so heartbroke</div><div align="center">And torn insideI’m trying hard not to notice it</div><div align="center">But tears don’t lie</div><div align="center"><br />I love you mommy & daddy take life day by day</div><div align="center">I love you mommy & daddy please forgive the past</div><div align="center">I love you mommy & daddy and I always will</div><div align="center">I love you mommy & daddy will you please learn to love like Jesus</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">By Adam Butram, 2005</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-2506046070343166692007-03-08T13:03:00.000-08:002007-03-08T13:08:59.657-08:00Stand Alone<div align="center">Stand alone</div><div align="center">Create the spine</div><div align="center">For others to cling to</div><div align="center">Forsake the supine</div><div align="center">Replacing defeat with victory</div><div align="center">And in victory find true defeat</div><div align="center">At the foot of a bloody cross, at His feet</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Stand alone</div><div align="center">Be the man, that all those others</div><div align="center">Say you can, amidst the turmoil</div><div align="center">Rise and stand, learn to be wrong</div><div align="center">And learn to be right, when to prepare</div><div align="center">and when to fight, learn to accept this dare</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Stand, Stand alone</div><div align="center">Be the hero</div><div align="center">In a story that’s your own</div><div align="center">There’s a world in need</div><div align="center">And a willing heart’s the key</div><div align="center">The first stanza was original</div><div align="center">And now I’m just cliché</div><div align="center">But remember to thank Him <div align="center">For this new today</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">by Adam Butram</div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-32179889461833286262007-03-01T14:01:00.000-08:002007-03-01T14:07:11.232-08:00SUPERWOMAN<div align="center"><br /><em>Whatever happened to superwoman?<br />somewhere between<br />juggling a career<br />and womanhood<br />she got lost<br />beneath a stack of "do" lists<br />endless appointments<br />buried desires<br />and accumulated achievements…<br />Whatever happened to superwoman?<br />last seen tipping<br />right off the balancing beam<br />thrown off-kilter by too much weight<br />carried in over-ambitious arms<br />it has been reported<br />that she lost the ability<br />to walk between the raindrops<br />without getting drenched…<br />no longer able to move<br />faster than the speed of sound<br />emotionally<br />and physically spent<br />she maintained her image<br />stifling the urge to cry help<br />staggering onward<br />getting wetter and wetter<br />moving closer<br />to the kryptonite<br />of needs ignored<br />superwoman slipped<br />and fell…<br />into a puddle of wordless pride<br />that threatened to drain<br />the last strainof<br />independent strength<br />that she possessed…<br />Whatever happened to superwoman?<br />I found her crying disillusioned tears<br />weary of her own superhuman efforts<br />staring back at me<br />from the looking glass<br />begging me to keep her secret…<br />that against all better efforts and judgment<br />the truth remained the same…<br />we were not created<br />to be alone<br />standing as miniature islands<br />flexing imaginary muscles<br />ignoring our hearts<br />our souls<br />our very essence…<br />Whatever happened to superwoman?<br />she unraveled her cape<br />in the face of understanding<br />and welcomed the Son<br />with open arms<br />vulnerable<br />unchallenging<br />growing ever stronger<br />in the celebration<br />or her weaknesses<br />she gave into love<br />and all that it brings<br />and found it much easier to fly…<br /></em></div><div align="center"><em>By Michelle McKinney Hammond<br /></em></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-81300726906815756442007-02-26T04:22:00.000-08:002007-02-26T04:25:24.059-08:00Free<div align="center"><br />I am free<br />free to love as never before<br />throwing open<br />windows and doors<br />rejoicing in my wholeness<br />I see clearly<br />as I run with purpose<br />choosing the right road<br />no longer stumbling<br />over my own neediness<br />I move<br />even paced<br />head high<br />shoulders back<br />heart firmly in place<br />making choices with my head<br />not from my heart<br />ignoring the demands of the flesh<br />I stretch my spirit<br />and respond to God's voice<br />running eagerly<br />toward His instruction<br />caught up in His potent promises<br />I am bound to Him<br />a willing love slave<br />yet freer than I've ever been<br />finding the lost pieces of myself<br />I foolishly gave to others<br />casting pearls before swine<br />once weeping<br />over the trampled pieces of my heart<br />I am now restored to give again<br />to one more deserving...<br />I discover I am<br />lost in Him<br />only to be found in the truth<br />stronger than ever<br />ready to love better<br />because now I have more to give<br />and I will give<br />carefully<br />abundantly<br />and only at His leading<br />I rest<br />I fly<br />I am FREE!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Michelle Mckinney Hammond<br /></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-35402754766159367392007-02-21T17:53:00.000-08:002007-02-21T18:04:48.356-08:00The Luggage of Life<div align="left"><br />Today was one of those days where I carried about 10 pieces of luggage. Only one of those bags was even for school. What were the other bags you ask, well they were all emotional bags. each full of something different: guilt, discontentment, weariness, grief, doubt, loneliness, plans changed, control, and selfishness. I walked the halls of school giving people I met only a slight smile. So worn out from the load that I willfully carried that I had no joy to give. I spent the day wallowing in self pity about my plans that God had so rudely changed with out my permission, LIKE HE NEEDS IT. I had failed to do my devotions since I got up at 6:30 and flew out the door by 7:00. I managed to grab every single piece of luggage except my Bible, which Mrs. Lee said to keep with me at all times. well needless to say I spent the day in agony. Since then I have looked back and can see this problem could have been solved very easily. I f I had taken 5 to 10 min. out of my miserable day and had given 9 of my bags to the lover of my soul, my father, and best friend. I do believe it could have been quite a joyful day. Well here are somethings I learned today I hope that my misery can help you be joyful.<br /></div><p> </p><p><em>Ephesians 3:12<br /><br /><br />In Christ we can come before God with freedom and without fear.We can do this through faith in Christ.<br /><br />John 8:36<br /><br /><br />So if the son sets you free, you will indeed be free.<br /><br /><br />2 Corinthians 1:4<br /><br /><br />He comforts us every time we have trouble, so when others have trouble, we can comfort them with the same comfort God gives us.</em></p><p>Jesus wants to use us to help others who are struggling.<br />But how can He use me if I am exhausted from carrying around all my bags? God has a great race for me to run.Under His care I'll go where I've never been and serve in ways I've never dreamed.But I have to drop some stuff first. How can I share grace if I am full of guilt? How can I offer comfort if I am disheartened? How can I lift someone else's load if my arms are full with my own?<br /><br /><em>Galatians 5:13<br /></em><br /><br />My brothers and sisters, God called you to be free, but do not use your freedom as an excuse to do what pleases your sinful self. Serve others in love.<br /></p><ul><li>Jesus invites us to drop all the baggage we try to carry through life.<br />We try to carry burdens that we were never intended to bear.<br />We can't reach out to others if our hands are full.<br />Worrying over our own troubles interferes with our ability to help others with theirs.<br /></li></ul><p>So for the sake of the Lord Jesus Christ whom you serve, travel light.<br />For the sake of those you love,travel light.<br />And for the sake of your own Joy,travel light.<br /><br /><br />Love,<br />Turtle </p>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-25305189806805367842007-02-19T10:53:00.000-08:002007-02-19T11:12:13.573-08:00My Knight<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I have watched</em></div><div align="center"><em>and waited</em></div><div align="center"><em>for my knight</em></div><div align="center"><em>to come riding over the hill</em></div><div align="center"><em>of my desires…</em></div><div align="center"><em>watching…</em></div><div align="center"><em>waiting…</em></div><div align="center"><em>to see him</em></div><div align="center"><em>dressed in white</em></div><div align="center"><em>upon a horse</em></div><div align="center"><em>big and strong</em></div><div align="center"><em>as his shoulders</em></div><div align="center"><em>where I will lay my head</em></div><div align="center"><em>as he carries me away</em></div><div align="center"><em>to the promised land</em></div><div align="center"><em>of dreams come true</em></div><div align="center"><em>and joy eternal…</em></div><div align="center"><em>watching…</em></div><div align="center"><em>waiting</em></div><div align="center"><em>peering from the window</em></div><div align="center"><em>of my fortress</em></div><div align="center"><em>my rock</em></div><div align="center"><em>my stronger tower</em></div><div align="center"><em>with my heart in God’s hands</em></div><div align="center"><em>left there for safe keeping</em></div><div align="center"><em>I peek expectantly</em></div><div align="center"><em>over my Father’s shoulder</em></div><div align="center"><em>every now and then</em></div><div align="center"><em>settling back into the warmth of His lap</em></div><div align="center"><em>I watch…</em></div><div align="center"><em>I wait…</em></div><div align="center"><em>trusting that my expectation</em></div><div align="center"><em>will arrive</em></div><div align="center"><em>beautiful</em></div><div align="center"><em>resplendent</em></div><div align="center"><em>covered in the dew</em></div><div align="center"><em>that falls from heaven</em></div><div align="center"><em>being all that I hoped for</em></div><div align="center"><em>better than I dreamed</em></div><div align="center"><em>loving me</em></div><div align="center"><em>the way I want to be loved</em></div><div align="center"><em>freely</em></div><div align="center"><em>unconditionally</em></div><div align="center"><em>adoring meas if I were</em></div><div align="center"><em>the best thing since sliced bread…</em></div><div align="center"><em>you know</em></div><div align="center"><em>that when-a-man-loves-a-woman</em></div><div align="center"><em>how-Christ-loves-the-church kinda love</em></div><div align="center"><em>too high</em></div><div align="center"><em>too deep</em></div><div align="center"><em>for me to truly comprehend</em></div><div align="center"><em>but it sure sounds good to me…</em></div><div align="center"><em>so I watch</em></div><div align="center"><em>and I wait</em></div><div align="center"><em>sometimes feeling like Rapunzel</em></div><div align="center"><em>sometimes Sleeping Beauty…</em></div><div align="center"><em>waiting…</em></div><div align="center"><em>waiting</em></div><div align="center"><em>sometimes conscious</em></div><div align="center"><em>sometimes not hope keeping the light shining</em></div><div align="center"><em>like a beacon in my eyes</em></div><div align="center"><em>beckoning my knight</em></div><div align="center"><em>should he lose his way</em></div><div align="center"><em>but for now</em></div><div align="center"><em>I lay content in the arms of my Savior</em></div><div align="center"><em>letting Him rock me</em></div><div align="center"><em>and love me</em></div><div align="center"><em>like no other lover can…</em></div><div align="center"><em>and I learn </em></div><div align="center"><em>of love</em></div><div align="center"><em>of life</em></div><div align="center"><em>and giving…</em></div><div align="center"><em>and I wait…</em></div><div align="center"><em>clear-eyed</em></div><div align="center"><em>with no misguided expectations</em></div><div align="center"><em>no desperate desires</em></div><div align="center"><em>no distorted views</em></div><div align="center"><em>binding me</em></div><div align="center"><em>marring my judgment</em></div><div align="center"><em>I am free</em></div><div align="center"><em>to say yes</em></div><div align="center"><em>to say no</em></div><div align="center"><em>according to the King’s leading</em></div><div align="center"><em>in spite of my flesh</em></div><div align="center"><em>or my heart</em></div><div align="center"><em>only a God-appointed knight</em></div><div align="center"><em>will I receive</em></div><div align="center"><em>no matter how long the wait</em></div><div align="center"><em>I will wait…</em></div><div align="center"><em>I will wait for Him…</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">By Michelle McKinney Hammon</span>d </span></em></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-21985663025310830702007-02-16T11:09:00.000-08:002007-02-16T11:11:15.300-08:00My Man<div align="center"><br />I want a man<br />not just any man<br />I want God’s man<br />Hand – picked<br />Kingdom appointed<br />For such a women as this…..<br />I’m looking for a love<br />Not just any love<br />I want the kind of love filling a heart that beats<br />To the kingdoms rhythm<br />Unadulterated<br />Holy Ghost saturated<br />The kinda love that<br />Can’t be rated…<br />Poured out runnin’ ovah<br />Like water in a glass<br />Already full of good things<br />Smooth as silk<br />Yet tough as rope<br />Wrapping around my soul<br />Keepin’ it all together<br />Forever<br />With room for me<br />To be<br />A woman<br />Not just any woman<br />God’s woman<br />Whole and free<br />To love you<br />The way I want you to love me<br />With a love<br />Not just any love<br />But the God kind of love<br />Rich as a sinful dessert<br />Pure as tried gold<br />The kind of love that can hold<br />Onto your hand<br />And God’s at the very same time<br />Delivered from all other ties that bind<br />And yes<br />I’m free enough to wait …<br />For a man<br />Not just any man<br />But the man<br />Who understands<br />And knows what love means<br />And lives what God says…<br />And wants what I want<br />A real love<br />A strong love<br />A tall love<br />Agape love.<br />God’s love. </div><div align="center"><br />by Michelle Mckinney Hammond</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-15089689675182946672007-02-11T15:19:00.001-08:002007-02-11T15:28:36.249-08:00Things Don't Just Happen!<div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Things don't just happen to us who love God;<br />They're planned by His own dear hand.<br />Then molded and shaped, and timed by His clock.<br />Things don't just happen ; they're planned.<br />We don't just guess on the issues of life,<br />We Christians just rest in our Lord.<br />We are directed by His sovereign will<br />In the light of His holy word.<br />We who love Jesus are walking by faith,<br />Not seeing one step that's ahead,<br />Not doubting one moment what our lot might be,<br />But looking to Jesus instead.<br />We praise our dear savior for loving us so,<br />For planning each care in our life,<br />Then giving us faith to trust Him for all,<br />The blessings as well as the strife.<br />Things don't just happen to us who love God,<br />To us who have taken our stand.<br />No matter the lot, the course, or the price,<br />Things don't just happen; they're planned.<br />by, Esther L. Fields<br /></span></em></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-75258219800843433802007-02-09T06:10:00.000-08:002007-02-08T18:57:27.132-08:00Big girls don't whineThere are a few things I have discovered at the age of twenty-two that I want to share.You can always add to a conversation at the appropriate time, but you never can erase words once spoken.<br />Our speech is governed at least in part by the way we think.And thinking is the engine that pulls along every emotion you have.So many of us me included have never abandoned childish ways of thinking, and therefore we find ourselves overwhelmed with childish emotions and childish speech.The Big Girl knows that her capacity to think is greatest asset. Mature thinking produces mature living, and of course childish thinking produces childish living.Can you spot the problem:<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Children don't think things through to their natural conclusion.They see only what is immediate.<br />Children don't think about how their actions will affect others.<br />Children are unable to see more than one side to any situation.<br />Children take things personally. " she hurt my feelings" "he hit me"<br />Children really like it best when "it's all about me"<br />Children are better manipulators than negotiators. They learn early how to manipulate and whom to manipulate.<br />Children like fairy tales where good guys always win, bad guys always lose, and everyone lives happily ever after.<br />Children tire easily and allow fatigue to affect their general attitude and demeanor.<br />Children do not know what is best for them, although they may protest loudly when they fail to get what they want.</span><br /><br /><br />All right here is how Big Girl should think. Lets see if you notice a difference, I saw a Big difference.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Big Girls think things through to their natural conclusion.They see not only the present but the future as well.<br />Big Girls think about how their actions will affect others.<br />Big Girls can see more than one side to any situation.<br />Big Girls don't take things personally.They understand someone can only hurt you emotionally if you let them.<br />Big Girls understand that life is never "all about me".<br />Big Girls are good, fair, and reasonable negotiators.<br />Big Girls may like fairy tales, but they like true stories, too, and are well aware of the difference.<br />Big Girls may tire, but they don't allow their fatigue to control their general attitude and demeanor.<br />Big Girls know what is best for them and are disciplined enough to go after it.<br /></span><br />The Word of God makes this all clear in Philippians chapter 4<br /><br />Well this what I am working on, I want to be a Big Girl. Only then can I be all that God wants me to be.<br />This came out of the book big girls don't whine by Jan SilviousMandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-3827559874861479362007-02-08T16:03:00.000-08:002007-02-08T13:45:45.292-08:00If For GirlsIf you can smile, and share another's gladness<br />Though yours may be denied, and still rejoice;<br />If you can bravely face regret and sadness<br />And let no bitter accent tinge your voice;<br />If you are free from bias and fault-finding<br />And make your creed the olden Golden Rule;<br />With neither fear nor doubt your vision blinding,<br />Can live each day serene, sweet, and cool<br /><br />If you can bar out envy from your spirit<br />And keep the little jealousies away;<br />If when some gossip starts, you do not hear it<br />Unless you rise at once and ask fair play;<br />If you can let good sense determine pleasure,<br />can look upon yourself with honest eyes;<br />If you can give your friendship in full measure,<br />and find your life the stronger for its ties<br /><br />If you can set desire below your duty<br />And find in work and study much joy;<br />If you can turn from artificial beauty<br />to that real charm which never needs alloy;<br />If you can help where you know help is needed,<br />And even make your silence sympathize;<br />If you can let unkindness go unheeded,<br />And always see God's sunshine in the skies<br /><br />If you can fill your soul with gentle kindness<br />And hold your faith no matter what may come,<br />Let neither greed nor pride blight you with blindness,<br />Nor self-love all your finer motives numb;<br />If you can love, and hope with rare believing<br />Can shun the dross, and ever seek the worth,<br />Then you will find life's fabric you are weaving<br />Means Womanhood- God's greatest gift to earth.<br /><br />Wilbur D.NesbitMandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-44165691622483400602007-02-07T11:23:00.000-08:002007-02-07T11:26:03.563-08:00My personal winter<div align="center"><br />In the alone place<br />fear closes in as I sense my aloness<br />the part of me without You<br />that is lost<br />wandering in its own apprehensions<br />causing my spirit<br />to imitate a mime<br />pressing against invisible walls<br />that soundlessly threaten<br />suffocation by unconscious<br />yet deliberate isolation<br />And I long for the resuscitation<br />that Your breath brings<br />giving all my members<br />strength to my soul<br />causing me to unfold<br />like a wet new butterfly<br />fighting to unwrap itself<br />from the bondage of its<br />self-imposed cocoon<br />to spread new and unfamiliar members<br />for the very first time<br />testing their strength<br />readying these fragile members<br />for the act of ascending<br />not caring for the fact<br />that it is the struggle<br />which produces strength<br />to take wing and fly<br />while resisting the urge<br />to cast off my independence<br />and call upon Your help<br />I weary myself<br />and wonder at my ability<br />to continue on<br />to rise above<br />where I presently lie...<br />This place is not kind<br />to my spirit's expectations<br />and I am lost in the prison of my self<br />while You patiently hold the key and wait...<br />wait for me to invite You into this alone place...<br />But I have learned of<br />another space called time<br />that calls sweetly to me<br />that woos me gently to its bosom<br />causing me to rest in the discovery<br />that it is in the alone times<br />that I find You<br />refreshing me like newly falling dew<br />washing me in my own tears<br />imparting Your comfort<br />like liquid oil soothing my heart<br />melting my defenses<br />and all my reasons<br />why I deny You<br />until I find myself back in this place<br />where fellowship is sweet communion<br />where intimacy is second nature<br />where I am reminded of You faithfulness<br />and Your love for me...<br />yet there is a time called alone that I fear<br />but cannot seem to flee<br />for an invisible arm grips me suddenly<br />unexpectedly<br />while supports I counted true vanish<br />daring me to keep<br />my standards<br />in the face of a million opposing voices<br />I stand in the cold<br />shivering from my own indecision<br />torn by reality<br />of how little I trust You<br />as my stomach knots in hunger<br />for one word of reassurance<br />from You who holds the key to my wholeness<br />that I am really not alone...<br />Still there is a place called alone that I seek<br />tucked beneath the arm of God<br />warm and sweet<br />a place where I can lay my weariness<br />and unanswerable questions<br />finding revelation in the rest<br />that His heartbeat gives<br />as I burrow<br />deeper into the fold of His breast<br />lost in the depths of His mysteries<br />and riches untold<br />found in His love<br />that always finds me<br />when I feel most alone<br />It is here that I find that the alone place<br />is no more than my own personal winter<br />where all that is in me dies<br />A season of the soul<br />pressed between the tendency<br />of my flesh<br />and my heart to measure time<br />give it walls that hem in my spirit<br />and torment my faith<br />And so I wait for spring and the warmth of theSon<br />to release me<br />from the coldness of fear<br />I throw my arms open surrendering to the light<br />until I find myself<br />basking in Your love<br />reveling<br />in the alone times...<br /></div><div align="center">by, Michelle McKinney Hammond</div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403386166761741874.post-56954267958244494742007-02-07T06:41:00.000-08:002007-02-07T07:01:20.741-08:00Jesus Makes God VisibleHe is enduringly strong.<br /> He is entirely sincere.<br /> He is eternally steadfast.<br /> He is immortally gracious.<br /> He is imperially powerful.<br /> He is impartially merciful.<br /> He is the greatest phenomenon that has ever crossed<br /> the horizons of the globe.<br /><br /><br />He is God's Son.<br /> He is the sinner's savior.<br /> He is the captive's Ransom.<br /> He is the Breath of Life.<br /> He is the centerpiece of civilization.<br /> He stands in the solitude of Himself.<br /><br />He is august and He is unique.<br /> He is unparalleled and He is unprecedented.<br /> He is undisputed and He is undefiled.<br /> He is unsurpassed and He is unshakable.<br /><br />He is the lofty idea in philosophy.<br /> He is the highest personality in psychology.<br /> He is the supreme subject in literature.<br /> He is the unavoidable problem in higher criticism.<br /> He is the fundamental doctrine of theology.<br /> He is the Cornerstone, the Capstone, and the stumbling<br /> Stone of all religion.<br /> He is the miracle of the ages.<br /><br /><em>Just give me Jesus! He makes God visible!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>From Anne Graham Lotz book Just Give Me Jesus</em>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496864792720705238noreply@blogger.com3