So I guess its been a while since I blogged. So Here's a recent one to read.... I like to vent alot because it keeps me from exploding on different people and well I doubt that there are people who read my blog... I'm not an exciting person... So yesturday it was sunday good sun shining day in the evening went hot tubing with the C&C at my church, They have the potential to be great weloming people at time and then there are other times when they can be complete jerks -if I'm not to bold to say- We were going to a couples house to hot tub...I didn't know were I was going but one of the guys did so I followed.
So heres some tips when you are a lead car:
#1 always use your signal
#2 make sure that the cars are behind you at all times
#3 If you happen to lose people at the lights wait for them (pull over to the side of the street or phone them on there cell)
#4 DO NOT MAKE SUDDEN TURNS WITH OUT ANY NOTICE... IT MAY CAUSE AN ACIDENT AND OH ANOTHER THING IF YOU DO THIS DON'T LAUGH AT THEM BECAUSE IT'S YOUR FAULT TOO...OH AND THAT JUST MAKES THE OTHER DRIVER EVEN MORE PISSED OFF...
Another thing that I was annoyed with Guys turn into complete JERKS when they are with other guys... Make females feel like complete trash .....
Thats my rant for today...
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Shameless Hacking
So, Kimmy G here- I have successfully hacked Amy's blog. Why? Because i'm awesome. What shall I do with this oppertunity? I could talk about leg shaving... or.... caffiene.... or even excessive gas! So many great things I could put. How about instead, I talk about how awesome I am?
I am cool, I am rad, and I am, indeed, awesome.
Uhh... what else?
check out my blog... it has video's of Amy and I....
www.mycrazyness.blogspot.com
I love shameless promotion- that's another thing about me.
and... because i'm cool, it means my myspace is also cool...
www.myspace.com/comestepinsidemymind
There.
Oh yah, Amy is cool too.
That's why she's lucky enough to be my friend ;)
lol, just jokes.
She's rad....
like popcorn.
I am cool, I am rad, and I am, indeed, awesome.
Uhh... what else?
check out my blog... it has video's of Amy and I....
www.mycrazyness.blogspot.com
I love shameless promotion- that's another thing about me.
and... because i'm cool, it means my myspace is also cool...
www.myspace.com/comestepinsidemymind
There.
Oh yah, Amy is cool too.
That's why she's lucky enough to be my friend ;)
lol, just jokes.
She's rad....
like popcorn.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Sunday night
So yesturday was just like every other sunday, Thats how it started out. Came home from church decided I was going to make chocolate chip cookies for C&C because we decided to live out loud and go hand out coffee to the homeless. Not a big deal right, they will gladly except because it was really windy and cold (because its saskatchewan). So I arrive early to help with making coffee and so there was John, Ashley, Lee and myself. My dorm and bible school would do this alot instead of coffee they would hand out sandwhiches. So I really didn't have any fear except the fact that if your white and walking around 20th and you cross paths with the wrong people they will beat you up for no reason. (its been known to all if you live in the city). So I was comfortable but alittle nervous. Met some people some told us there stories some just accepted the coffee and went on there way thankful for something to warm them. We also had toques and mitts. So seeing as there was 2 guys and 2 girls we split off. Ashley and John were a Team and Lee and I were a team.
Something was different that night, I felt uneasy the whole day like God was preparing me for something big. I haven't gotten this feeling in a while, I usually get it at camp when I'm counselling. So I was like alright whats going to happen, I prayed and kept on serving. Met a guy name Gustoff who just needed a break he was from Quebec, mean while this women walks by us, I knew that she wasn't alright. She just seemed scared and flustured. Later on I find out that Lee didn't notice her just me. So Gustoff got on his bus and we kept walking and talking about the guy we just met.
We turn around to go back because we hit a dead end, and out of this building the women comes out and walks our way. I offer her a cup of coffee, and instantly this women breaks down and cries, She composes herself and then asks do we know were the YWCA was. Lee wasn't of course familuar with the city yet. but me living her all my life new were it should be. She asks is it in walking distants I say no. I new that I should offer her a ride but is that were she really wants to go. So I prayed and quick prayer and we offered her a ride of course Lee comes to keep me safe my personal body guard. We drop her off and lee goes in to make sure that she is taken care of. But he can't go much farther because he is a male. So I go with her. This women is 30 years old and in one day lost every thing. Its taken me a while to process what happened last night but I know one thing that God is an awesome God. I don't want to use her name because I don't think that its relavent. I will never for get her. 6 months ago or so she had just gotten out of a 10 year abusive relationship, she is from a recerve up north past P.A. She has 5 children all in care because her home wasn't a safe enviroment. It was a wake up call to her. She has been trying to make a name for her self so that she can get her children back. Every word of her story breaks my heart.
She trusted in her friend that she met through one of her courses and her friend has a house out her and that she could stay with them. She woke up and they were gone her clothes and everything. GONE. No trace of it any were. She was a lone in a deserted house in a city she had no clue about. No food no warm clothes and the knowledge of Jesus. She was a born again believer. The land lord came and kicked her out. Were was she to go. She wondered the streets all day looking for the YWCA and prayed. Me and Lee helped her we were her answer. What if I decided not to go because I didn't believe that what we were doing wasn't going to matter to someone. Let me tell you something having that attitude is not a christian attitude. How can any one call themselves christians if all they do is go to church on sunday. What kind of mountains is there faith moving. We ignore them but we should be loving them. We should be filling there bellies and clothing them and giving them a place to sleep. This women trusted her friend and she had no idea what was going to happen. Why did he choose me. I don't know. I will never forget last night. How can I keep living the way I used to after an experience like that. What more can I do? I have prayed non stop for her. What if we weren't out? where would she be right know? would she have gotten help? This is a true story this is what happened to me and lee. What are you going to do?
Something was different that night, I felt uneasy the whole day like God was preparing me for something big. I haven't gotten this feeling in a while, I usually get it at camp when I'm counselling. So I was like alright whats going to happen, I prayed and kept on serving. Met a guy name Gustoff who just needed a break he was from Quebec, mean while this women walks by us, I knew that she wasn't alright. She just seemed scared and flustured. Later on I find out that Lee didn't notice her just me. So Gustoff got on his bus and we kept walking and talking about the guy we just met.
We turn around to go back because we hit a dead end, and out of this building the women comes out and walks our way. I offer her a cup of coffee, and instantly this women breaks down and cries, She composes herself and then asks do we know were the YWCA was. Lee wasn't of course familuar with the city yet. but me living her all my life new were it should be. She asks is it in walking distants I say no. I new that I should offer her a ride but is that were she really wants to go. So I prayed and quick prayer and we offered her a ride of course Lee comes to keep me safe my personal body guard. We drop her off and lee goes in to make sure that she is taken care of. But he can't go much farther because he is a male. So I go with her. This women is 30 years old and in one day lost every thing. Its taken me a while to process what happened last night but I know one thing that God is an awesome God. I don't want to use her name because I don't think that its relavent. I will never for get her. 6 months ago or so she had just gotten out of a 10 year abusive relationship, she is from a recerve up north past P.A. She has 5 children all in care because her home wasn't a safe enviroment. It was a wake up call to her. She has been trying to make a name for her self so that she can get her children back. Every word of her story breaks my heart.
She trusted in her friend that she met through one of her courses and her friend has a house out her and that she could stay with them. She woke up and they were gone her clothes and everything. GONE. No trace of it any were. She was a lone in a deserted house in a city she had no clue about. No food no warm clothes and the knowledge of Jesus. She was a born again believer. The land lord came and kicked her out. Were was she to go. She wondered the streets all day looking for the YWCA and prayed. Me and Lee helped her we were her answer. What if I decided not to go because I didn't believe that what we were doing wasn't going to matter to someone. Let me tell you something having that attitude is not a christian attitude. How can any one call themselves christians if all they do is go to church on sunday. What kind of mountains is there faith moving. We ignore them but we should be loving them. We should be filling there bellies and clothing them and giving them a place to sleep. This women trusted her friend and she had no idea what was going to happen. Why did he choose me. I don't know. I will never forget last night. How can I keep living the way I used to after an experience like that. What more can I do? I have prayed non stop for her. What if we weren't out? where would she be right know? would she have gotten help? This is a true story this is what happened to me and lee. What are you going to do?
Thursday, March 1, 2007
The Vision
So I came across this poem or not sure if it is that. We talked about it in C&C one night and well its a thinker. It was found at a 24/7 prayer event on a wall, so here it is.
The vision
So this guy comes up to me and says "Whats the vision? What's the big idea?"
I open my mouth and words come out like this...
The vision?
The vision is JESUS - obsessivly, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are free from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar in Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport...
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision?
The vision is holiness the hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry
It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away for their suicide leaps, their satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great
'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from
names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again:
"come on!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revonlutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground And the Army is descipl(in)ed.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking
with warrior cries, sulphric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24-7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mould them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive
inside.
On the outside?
They hardly care.
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconcious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herold the weirdo's!
Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud,
Skyscrapers bow,
mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of eden.
And this vision will be. IT will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today.
Mydistant hope is his 3D.
And my feelbe, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking
great 'Amen!'
from countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from christ himself.
And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
The vision
So this guy comes up to me and says "Whats the vision? What's the big idea?"
I open my mouth and words come out like this...
The vision?
The vision is JESUS - obsessivly, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are free from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar in Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport...
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision?
The vision is holiness the hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry
It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away for their suicide leaps, their satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great
'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from
names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again:
"come on!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revonlutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground And the Army is descipl(in)ed.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking
with warrior cries, sulphric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24-7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mould them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive
inside.
On the outside?
They hardly care.
They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconcious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herold the weirdo's!
Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud,
Skyscrapers bow,
mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of eden.
And this vision will be. IT will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today.
Mydistant hope is his 3D.
And my feelbe, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking
great 'Amen!'
from countless angels, from hero's of the faith, from christ himself.
And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Lent
I decided to do lent this year, For 40 days you give up something that you are very attached to or what ever the case maybe and for me its caffeine I luv chocolate and tea and coffee. This is already on me I love coke to much and well today went out shopping with my mom and we went to Walmaet and guess what they had Caffeine free coke so excited oh and it doesn't have as much fizz as regular coke but its out there. I hope that this will fool my body in to thinking that it is drinking Coke hopfully won't get migrains haven't had them yet but who knows. it started on the 18th of Febuary. so the second day almost over.
Some Baby Info
Any way if you don't know I'm going to be an anty yeah how fun is that going to be. So me and mom are not allowed to go to any store that has baby stuff. The other day she comes home from superstore and has a pile of baby clothes that she bought. Today she bought out walmart of all the cute sales items for boys. Bothe of my sisters are expecting Lyn and Ang. So we have a pile of clothes and they aren't even born yet. They are due in June 3 weeks apart. Ang is due on the 10th and Lyn on the 30th. Ang has had the weirdest cravings she can eat a cosco size pickle jar in a week and she likes raw potatoes. Lyn hasn't had any weird cravings. check out Lyns baby blog. Babyepp.blogspot.com
About me
If you want to see some crazy footage of me and Kimmy G go to her Blog. Mycrazyness.blogspot.com
Some Baby Info
Any way if you don't know I'm going to be an anty yeah how fun is that going to be. So me and mom are not allowed to go to any store that has baby stuff. The other day she comes home from superstore and has a pile of baby clothes that she bought. Today she bought out walmart of all the cute sales items for boys. Bothe of my sisters are expecting Lyn and Ang. So we have a pile of clothes and they aren't even born yet. They are due in June 3 weeks apart. Ang is due on the 10th and Lyn on the 30th. Ang has had the weirdest cravings she can eat a cosco size pickle jar in a week and she likes raw potatoes. Lyn hasn't had any weird cravings. check out Lyns baby blog. Babyepp.blogspot.com
About me
If you want to see some crazy footage of me and Kimmy G go to her Blog. Mycrazyness.blogspot.com
New building
So yesterday was fun, found out that our church is going to have a building. For almost 5 years know we have been out of a church because of a fire that happened. according to the fire men it was one of the hottest fires they have fought in a long time. My brothers friend was one of the fire fighters. It was a beautiful church. On the out side it looked normal and that we would be able to stay in our building not true on the inside it was unsafe and they recommended we tear it down and start over. Its been really hard, I stopped going to our membership meetings because i couldn't stand being around that negativity all the time and the fighting they all sound like a bunch of little kids. We do have property out on Dalmeny road but its going to cost us a fortune to rebuild there. So finally after looking at buildings and some other property we found a church that was going to sell there building because they are building else were. its a Catholic church I hope that this is an answer to prayer and that people aren't going to be to picky. That this is something that we can agree on as a church. Lots of stuff come out of that fire, people changed and things came to the surface that should have never come up.
God works in so many ways.
God works in so many ways.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
I'm so weak but he is strong
So really tired I should go to bed but i just have to blog. So I'm. Its been really crazy this past little while, looking back at my Bible school dayz and how pumped I was to be learning so much. I was a sponge. My school Rocky mountain college they really challenfed us to put our faith into action. I got involved in so many ministry options. I was involved in Choir and that in it self was awesome, you could argue that your just performing how is that glorifying God. Being all about striving for excellent but isn't that what we should be offering our excellence in the gifts that God has blessed us with.
So many amazing things came out of that for me. I became confident in myself and I grew out of the box that I set for myself. I don't remeber were we where on our 2 week tour but there was this lady there with her family she hosted me some other girls. She had cancer and she didn't know how long she had and just the message in some of the songs that we sang they touched her heart. It was so humbling to know that we blessed people through the songs that we sang. Any way our dorm also went to down town Calgary some sundays just to hand out sandwiches to the homeless. It opened my eyes so much, there were so many of them I could not believe it. Icouldn't understand why there were so many of them. Then to think saskatoon doesn't have this many homeless, either I just ignored in all the years that I lived in Saskatoon or I don't know but i got a wake up call when i moved back. I also went on a missions trip to El salvador we built 5 houses in 5 days intense and we were there for 10 days. I was just so awesome to be part of that. The one family that we were building the house for they were a family of 6 and half there house was a chicken coop and the other half they lived in and it was falling apart and becoming very unsafe to live in. So we built them this house and just the feeling of being part of something so small that is apart of a bigger picture thats awesome. I remeber coming away from that expereince so changed and on fire for God. I couldn't get enough of him and know I can't even open the bible. I want to so badly I want to get to know him all over again I want to fall in love with him. I want him to be my centre, so badly that my heart aches. Please pray for me that I can have some one on one time that I can schedule him in to my crazy life so that he can help me manage it. I'm so week, but he is strong.
So many amazing things came out of that for me. I became confident in myself and I grew out of the box that I set for myself. I don't remeber were we where on our 2 week tour but there was this lady there with her family she hosted me some other girls. She had cancer and she didn't know how long she had and just the message in some of the songs that we sang they touched her heart. It was so humbling to know that we blessed people through the songs that we sang. Any way our dorm also went to down town Calgary some sundays just to hand out sandwiches to the homeless. It opened my eyes so much, there were so many of them I could not believe it. Icouldn't understand why there were so many of them. Then to think saskatoon doesn't have this many homeless, either I just ignored in all the years that I lived in Saskatoon or I don't know but i got a wake up call when i moved back. I also went on a missions trip to El salvador we built 5 houses in 5 days intense and we were there for 10 days. I was just so awesome to be part of that. The one family that we were building the house for they were a family of 6 and half there house was a chicken coop and the other half they lived in and it was falling apart and becoming very unsafe to live in. So we built them this house and just the feeling of being part of something so small that is apart of a bigger picture thats awesome. I remeber coming away from that expereince so changed and on fire for God. I couldn't get enough of him and know I can't even open the bible. I want to so badly I want to get to know him all over again I want to fall in love with him. I want him to be my centre, so badly that my heart aches. Please pray for me that I can have some one on one time that I can schedule him in to my crazy life so that he can help me manage it. I'm so week, but he is strong.
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