When your words came, I ate them;
they were my joy and my heart's delight...
Jeremiah 15:16
The first time I read this verse, it was like the wind was taken out of me. i stopped in my tracks...
the NLT version says this...
When I discovered your words, I devoured them.
They are my joy and my heart’s delight,
beautiful.
absolutely beautiful.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
sick.
i hate being sick. i should have known this was coming. i hardly ever get sick and last week i told someone that. Some might say i jinxed myself. I don't think there's such a thing. I do believe in something much bigger...God's sense of humor. He has a way of humbling me. Just like if you tell people you never get caught speeding. You can expect a ticket the next day.
So...back to being sick. i have a thing with medicine...i don't take it. I have a thing with doctors..i don't like them when they try to fill me up with pills instead of telling me to wait it out. (don't get me going on that..).
i've been drinking a lot of herbal tea, oj, and good ole h2o. That should do the trick. i should be back in business in no time.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
God of This City
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the millions of children, women and even men held captive in sex slavery. This doesn't just include slaves in far away lands such as Thailand...this includes people in your city. Right now..in this very moment...there more than likely is someone being held captive right down the street from you. If you live in the city...it could be right down the block. Don't believe me? Look into it. You'll be shocked.
There's a new song out called God of This City. When I first heard it, I had no idea that this song was written under the circumstances that it was.
I really felt that I had to share this..here are a few lines from an interview with the writer of the song. He and his band were in Thailand playing shows and visiting orphanages among other things. They ended up playing a two hour set in a strip club/brothel.
"I ask Aaron about the song and as he recalls the circumstances his voice breaks and he begins to cry, still moved by the events he's describing...in that small area there are 30,000 prostitutes and that figure excludes kids and excludes anything that's outside of the range of, say 18-30, and who are female. You probably hear of ladyboys and all those kinds of things? It's got a ladyboy community and all this kind of stuff, and 90 or 95 percent of Thailand's income comes from the sex industry."
"There was a bar called The Climax Bar - on a street that's about 10 metres wide, it's a kilometre long and it's filled with everything you can physically imagine. And I promise you, as a red-blooded male, to keep your head in the right place you've got to look down at the ground and walk down that street and pray because it is just so in your face. People hit you with menus about everything, flashing lights, just everything you can imagine goes on in that place. You see kids as young as eight, nine, 10, just selling themselves, you know?! You see 60-year-old guys walking down the street with two 13 or 14-year-old girls. Forget about the Christian thing, you just get raging! You properly get raging when you see that happening, you know?!"
He pauses to compose himself and continues, "But we got the chance to play in this bar, a two-hour worship set in this bar. I don't think the people in the bar spoke a word of English but we basically got to go in."
"At one point I just started singing out. I started singing "Greater Things", something along those lines, almost prophesying over the city. And without going into the band dynamics, slowly this groove emerged from this thing."
God of this City (Greater Things)
You’re the God of this city
You’re the King of these people
You’re the Lord of this nation
You are
You’re the light in this darkness
You’re the hope to the hopeless
You’re the peace to the restless
You are
For there is no-one like our God
There is no-one like our God
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done
In this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things have still to be done here
You’re the Lord of Creation
The Creator of all things
You’re the King above all Kings
You are
You’re the strength in our weakness
You’re the love to the broken
You’re the joy in the sadness
You are
For there is no-one like our God
There is no-one like our God
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done
In this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things have still to be done here
There's a new song out called God of This City. When I first heard it, I had no idea that this song was written under the circumstances that it was.
I really felt that I had to share this..here are a few lines from an interview with the writer of the song. He and his band were in Thailand playing shows and visiting orphanages among other things. They ended up playing a two hour set in a strip club/brothel.
"I ask Aaron about the song and as he recalls the circumstances his voice breaks and he begins to cry, still moved by the events he's describing...in that small area there are 30,000 prostitutes and that figure excludes kids and excludes anything that's outside of the range of, say 18-30, and who are female. You probably hear of ladyboys and all those kinds of things? It's got a ladyboy community and all this kind of stuff, and 90 or 95 percent of Thailand's income comes from the sex industry."
"There was a bar called The Climax Bar - on a street that's about 10 metres wide, it's a kilometre long and it's filled with everything you can physically imagine. And I promise you, as a red-blooded male, to keep your head in the right place you've got to look down at the ground and walk down that street and pray because it is just so in your face. People hit you with menus about everything, flashing lights, just everything you can imagine goes on in that place. You see kids as young as eight, nine, 10, just selling themselves, you know?! You see 60-year-old guys walking down the street with two 13 or 14-year-old girls. Forget about the Christian thing, you just get raging! You properly get raging when you see that happening, you know?!"
He pauses to compose himself and continues, "But we got the chance to play in this bar, a two-hour worship set in this bar. I don't think the people in the bar spoke a word of English but we basically got to go in."
"At one point I just started singing out. I started singing "Greater Things", something along those lines, almost prophesying over the city. And without going into the band dynamics, slowly this groove emerged from this thing."
God of this City (Greater Things)
You’re the God of this city
You’re the King of these people
You’re the Lord of this nation
You are
You’re the light in this darkness
You’re the hope to the hopeless
You’re the peace to the restless
You are
For there is no-one like our God
There is no-one like our God
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done
In this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things have still to be done here
You’re the Lord of Creation
The Creator of all things
You’re the King above all Kings
You are
You’re the strength in our weakness
You’re the love to the broken
You’re the joy in the sadness
You are
For there is no-one like our God
There is no-one like our God
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done
In this city
Greater things have yet to come
And greater things have still to be done here
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
More about Hollywood
As i mentioned in my last blog, there really is too much to blog about..i don't know where to begin. But...here are a few highlights
I ended up being just a few feet away from Chili from TLC and James Marsden (X-Men, 27 Dresses, The Notebook, etc) in the airport. James ran into Chili and hung out with her while she was waiting for her luggage. She was on my flight. She was teaching him some dance moves...he's a really bad dancer..trust me. But he just looked like a regular joe. All stars are just that. I don't see what the big deal is.
Then at a rockin Brazilian restaurant in Los Feliz, i saw Giovanni Ribisi. What i liked best about seeing Giovanni, was that the girl he was with (who i definitely think was his girlfriend) was very "normal" looking. She wasn't some hot mama model or overly dressed actress type. She just looked like a normal girl. That made me like him more than i already do...
Anyway, enough about stars.
Dawn took me to Santa Monica on Sunday instead of watching the first part of the Superbowl. Please believe that was just fine to me. Beach? A bunch of sweaty, gross men chasing a ball around while millions act afool thinking they are gods? Hmmm...tough call..
We actually were gonna miss it completely and head over to Moasic (her church...Erwin McMannis rocks my world!) ...but we decided that hanging out with her family for Superbowl might be more God-honoring.
When we got to her brother's place in Los Feliz, they were completely into the game (we got there for the 4th quarter). Now imagine this scene...
Dawn's family are New Yorker Italians. They look and act the part. They are amazing! So, we walk in to yelling and screaming at the tv...
I've gotta say, I had a blast watching it with them. I don't think i've ever had so much fun at a Superbowl party. They were so into it. Which kinda shocked me since her two older brothers are artsy filmmakers...not at all the type i'd of pegged as football fans..but whatever.
Too much fun.
At the shower, Dawn's brothers served us drinks and brunch. I kept catching them trying to come up with ways to ruin Dawn's shower...throwing her presents into the pool in the backyard, eating all of the cupcakes, "accidentally" starting a food fight...I found myself encouraging their mischievous ways...don't tell Dawn on me. ;)
So, Dawnie and I ended up having a blast together...staying up late talking and drinking tea...laughing and crying..praying and laughing some more. I don't deserve friends like her. I am grateful.
Monday, February 4, 2008
I miss LA already!
I don't even know where to begin about my weekend in LA. Each time I visit, I fall in love with that city more and more.
I have so much to post...and i'm really, really, really (did i say really?) tired. So, you'll just have to wait. ;)
Here are a few pictures to hold you over for a bit.
Friday, February 1, 2008
I am such a girl..
I hate to admit this but when it comes to cars, I am such a girl.
My tire decided that it would no longer take my abuse and conked out on me today on 400 North.
Now I've changed tires before...with a guy helping me...and it is really easy. But every time that i've tried on my own, I can't get the lug nuts off! If it weren't for those blasted things, I'd be golden.
Anyway, i'll spare the details..but my car, Junior is very glad she finally has new shoes. She looks beautiful (and yes my car is named Junior and she's a girl...).
I had a great time chatting with the guys at the tire place. They are really cool!
So, the moral of this story..i need to be better about my car. I knew this was coming...i was just putting it off.
If i ever get married, taking care of the cars will definitely be my husband's job.
My tire decided that it would no longer take my abuse and conked out on me today on 400 North.
Now I've changed tires before...with a guy helping me...and it is really easy. But every time that i've tried on my own, I can't get the lug nuts off! If it weren't for those blasted things, I'd be golden.
Anyway, i'll spare the details..but my car, Junior is very glad she finally has new shoes. She looks beautiful (and yes my car is named Junior and she's a girl...).
I had a great time chatting with the guys at the tire place. They are really cool!
So, the moral of this story..i need to be better about my car. I knew this was coming...i was just putting it off.
If i ever get married, taking care of the cars will definitely be my husband's job.
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