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I Woke Up With This Song In My Head

Journal Entry: Sun Dec 15, 2013, 7:27 AM
I didn't remember it's name but found it with bits and pieces I knew of it. I wanted to share it to me it's a great Christmas song by Words: Dallan Forgail (8th Century) Hear the song here…

"Be Thou My Vision"

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

2. Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

3. Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight,
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight.
Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower.
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

4. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

5. High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'ns Son!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

Thank God For Hands

Journal Entry: Tue Nov 26, 2013, 4:53 PM
  • The hand is controlled by the brain. The right hand is controlled by the left hemisphere of the brain and the left hand is controlled by the right hemisphere. The brain sends signals to the hand, telling it what it wants it to do.

    Two muscle groups take that message and accomplish movement in the hand. Extrinsic muscles extend from the forearm in the form of flexors and extensors. Intrinsic muscles are located inside the hand.

    Extensors straighten the fingers out. Flexors allow the fingers to bend and grasp. The thumb has two flexors that help with holding onto objects.

    The brain signals the muscles in the arm, wrist and hand to cooperate by using the extrinsic and intrinsic muscles to move the hand. With its impressive number of bones and joints, the hand can be used as a tool, or a means of communication.

    The hand is one of the most sophisticated aspects of the human body. With it we can operate tools, articulate ideas, or perform delicate tasks, such as surgery or needlework. The combination of muscles, tendons and bone and their direct communication with the brain allowed humans to develop."

Now I have no problem with this article until it gets down to the part where the writer it is setting the stage for some evolution garbage. The writer just told us a marvel about how the hands work but then wants to say they happened by accident over time. So let's look for some volunteers I propose we put all the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle in a bag and assign people to shake the the bag days and sleep with it nights until we can look in the bag and see the puzzle put together.  Yet seemingly intelligent people believe this exact thing and teach it to others as if it were a scientific fact. Am I insane or does objectivity point to higher intelligence and a maker as a better explanation? I hear a lot of talk about prayer this past week so when you pray cup your hands in faith and believe your prayer is heard. God is a spirit therefore invisible and the kingdom of heaven is near...not in a galaxy far, far, away. Jesus really did make a way for all of us to know grace, forgiveness, and the crazy love of a father who is closer than your next breath. He is not looking for righteous people but butt heads like me who know they need him.

Finally there are this who see design in life stand back and say how grand. The same applies with Jesus some say he was a freak chance of nature others bend their knee and say how grand. The evidence of both creation and the Creator is not hidden in a closet rather openly displayed so all who are interested may seek and find the way . the truth , and the life.

Assessment or Acknowledgment- We Choose

Journal Entry: Mon Nov 4, 2013, 10:07 PM

Assessment or acknowledgement life is in one of the two.


Assessment is that part of human nature we want to assess everything. Driven by a fallacy that we control and do everything in our power and might. It is of course a derailed train with a certain horrific end. How much of life do we spend assessing? wondering what people think how we are perceived or liked and how we assess our current condition, state of mind, frame of life but it all has one common lie that feeds the fire that all of life depends on our ability, looks, personality, and "social success." This kind of thought life is like a computer running on heavily virus infected operating system. It must fail because it can do nothing else.


Acknowledgement is different it trusts the love and friendship of a Heavenly Father. It looks for and enjoys His power and His provision.

 Below is an old…


This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world. O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav'n be one.

This is my Father's world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, "The Lord is in this place."
This is my Father's world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father's world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father's world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father's world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father's world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate'er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.…… Life is Beautiful living by acknowledgement

Shoot Me First

Journal Entry: Mon May 14, 2012, 5:28 PM

You can read this story here… I felt inspired by Enchantedwhispers image at Sacrifice by EnchantedWhispersArt

'Shoot Me First,' Amish Girl Said to Ask
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ABC Law & Justice Unit
Oct. 5, 2006

The oldest of the five Amish girls shot dead in a Pennsylvania schoolhouse is said to have stepped forward and asked her killer to "Shoot me first," in an apparent effort to buy time for her schoolmates.

Rita Rhoads, a midwife who delivered two of the victims, told ABC News' Law and Justice Unit that she learned of 13-year-old Marian Fisher's plea from Fisher's family.

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What's more, Fisher's 11-year-old sister, Barbie, who survived the shooting, allegedly asked the gunman, Charles Carl Roberts IV, to "Shoot me second," Rhoads said.

"They were amazing," Rhoads said, "absolutely amazing. There was a tremendous amount of calm and courage in that schoolroom."

"Marian, the oldest one, did ask to be shot first," Rhoads said. "The faith of their fathers really was embedded in them. … How many adults are willing to do that? Not many."……