Rich Mullins

Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the night was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop too close
You could touch it but your heart would break
Sometimes the morning came too soon
Sometimes to day could be so hot
There was so much work left to do
But so much You'd already done

Oh God you are my God and I will ever praise You
Oh God you are my God and I will ever praise You
I will seek you in the morning and I will learn to walk in your ways
And step by step you'll lead me and I will follow you all of my days

Some times I think of Abraham
How one star he saw had been lit for me
He was a stranger in this land
And I am that, no less than he
And on this road to righteousness
Sometimes the climb can be so steep
I may falter in my steps
But never beyond your reach

style god

Just a quick vent of what's racing through my head:
Don't let style become a god. Ive noticed how easily it is to make a god out of something without even realizing it. Like a frog in cool water in a pot. He'll stay there, and as you turn up the heat, he doesn't realize the temperature change, because it is very subtle. The next thing you know...he's boiling. lol (not really funny) If you care about how you look, we should all care to a certain extent, but if you make it such a high priority, it is really easy to start worshiping "self image". How much time do we spend thinking of God,or worshiping Him with our thoughts and everyday life? How much time do we spend trying to look cool? I'm not saying don't look "stylish", I'm just saying be careful that you don't make it into a god.
There are other things in life that can easly become god's in our lives: facebook, food, shopping, our own selves. I mean its easy, I guess, to become self absourbed, our souls are contained within our earthly body. K, I'm rambling (I really dislike that word), I'll stop for now.

"You shall have no other gods before me. You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of ANYTHING in heaven above or earth beneath or in the waters below. You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments." -God. From Deuteronomy Ch. 5

Notes at the Kiddy Section (becuse I do not have Word on my my new comp)

-White wax crayon (cray-ON) NOT (crown)
-Sewing needles
-Sharpie marker
-Water-based markers
-Sealant spray (for photos)
-White out
-Colored pencils (this little boy keeps coming near me and freaking me out...I think he has a crush on me)...(ok now he is sitting by me. ARG! Go away!)

-Ok, I just got kicked out of the kiddy section because I had my computer plugged in. Kids might "trip on the cord". The lady was nice that told me to leave. I was only in there cause the whole place was so packed! Anyway, now I am in a big, comfortable chair with "adults". lol

-"free flowing, water-based paint. Ink.

-Condensed milk- and foam stamps.

-Crackle paste, molding paste.

-Distressed ink pads,alcohol inks.

-Rubber stamps.

Alone

I hate feeling alone
Like you are the only one in the world
I've felt like that many times
And the only one in the world who understands is Him.
Sorrow is hard to deal with
You never know when it will come

Coming to an End

This is the DC Troop WWI monument in DC. I love architecture, especially this style, which I cant remember what this particular kind is called.
I live in DC right now(well when I'm not living in TN) and I love it.
Well, I need to get back to thinking about what I need to be doing to prepare for my final exams. I'm under extra amounts of stress now, most are.
"Ta ta for now" - Tigger?
Katie

Existing Light (At Night)

Photography assignment. Had to take a night shot with existing light exposing the subject.
I am a big fan of night shots now. :) and a big fan of tripods...oh ya, and self timer.
I'm going home tomorrow. Yay to Thanksgiving!

"I'm My Own Grandpa"

I was recently listening to 99.9. The first song that came out caught my attention.

"I'M MY OWN GRANDPA"
Now many many years ago when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her and soon they too were wed.

CHORUS
Oh, I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
Oh, I'm my own grandpa.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, 'cause she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
And so became my uncle though it was very sad.
For if he was my uncle then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter who of course was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
And he became my grandchild for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue,
Because although she is my wife she's my grandmother, too.

Now if my wife is my grandmother then I'm her grandchild,
And every time I think of it it nearly drives me wild,
For now I have become the strangest case I ever saw.
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.

-- Copyright Dwight Latham and Moe Jaffe, 1947.
Based on a Mark Twain Anecdote