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BethanyJoyful
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Name: Bethany
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: Elkhart
Interests: guitar, keys, music in general, books, worship, the Bible, seeing prayer work, pictures, poetry, sports, ULTIMATE FRISBEE!!!
Expertise: Being goofy and random
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Chevere03
Member Since:
5/27/2005
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| On the 4th of July I ran up Mt. Marathon in the race.
My time was under 2 hours. Alaska is going great, I love it this summer
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| Nichole Nordeman
Did you come that we might just survive?
Did you come so we could just get by?
Did you walk among us
so we might merely limp along beside?
I was bound, I have been set free
But I have settled for apathy
Did you come to make new
And know I'd crawl right back into the skin you found me in?
It's where I am- not where I've been
You make me want to live
You make me want to live
You came to shake us
And to wake us up to something more
Than we'd always settled for
And you make me want to live
We've all been up on the mountain top
A golden glow that's bound to soon wear off
Then it's back to the mundane, telling tales of glory days
When we were hopeful that this change was here to stay
So why would a young man
Live in a waste land
When the castle of his dreams is standing by?
Why would a princess
Put on an old dress
To dance with her beloved and a chance to catch his eye?
You make me want to live
You make me want to live
You came to shake us
And to wake us up to something more
Than we'd always settled for
And you make me want to live
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| Written for Jena
I'll protect my promise to join you under the night sky.
I'll sweep you away to gaze with me and lie
We'll watch the darkness deliver a delicate dance
As the midnight moment composes a symphony or romance.
Stars fall, as the autumn phase winds down,
Winter's frown awakens in a snowy maze with its garish crown.
Seated on a bitter mound of cold grass
We'll whisper in reflection of the lunar glass.
The firelit sky, soaring high, supposing we could fly...
To the moon, we deliriously swoon
Listening to twilight's shivering tune.
It captivates, arresting our reverant perceptions
It precipitates, testing us with its dismal inception
In anticipation we stay- embracing nature's finest aspect
In collaboration we pray- whispering in enchanted dialect
It's magical, unspeakably serene, yet wholly divine
It's beauty, a moment never seen, forever yours and mine. | | |
| Maybe not entirely, but there are some matters of ponderable substance:
They will believe whatever God-related precept that is relayed by a respected leader despite any logical premise it defies.
They believe that little voice in their heads is God speaking them.
They somehow engage in a "2 sided relationship" with a nonmaterial being.
They believe God is the explanation for all occurences in life even
though life does not regard or demand explanations. It just happens the
way it does.
Their beliefs are the grounds for their adherence to a righteous code
of conduct. There are plenty of "good" people out their who don't
follow the Bible but live decent moral lives.
They have networks to feed and externalize their faith-driven doctrines.
They capitalize on media and entertainment that bolster their beliefs and actions.
They use music and charisma to create emotional and perceivably existential interactions with the supernatural.
They dream, they prophesy, they preach charismatically, they speak in
"tongues," and participate in other habitual spiritual activities.
They
share in diversity of opinion, all claiming to have the truth, but to
not know the truth, even so, their truth is the only truth.
They believe, they doubt, they leave.
They wait, wait, and wait some more for answers that never come, only
to finally conclude that "God is sovereign" and pain is a part of life.
If they accepted this from the beginning the whole waiting process
could be avoided.
They sacrifice good things. What do they have to show for it? PRESUMABLY eternal life? Crazy.
They believe God is going to change things. They have ridiculous
amounts of faith. They don't stop waiting and hoping and praying.
Gotta admire their persistence though!
And yet:
Christians share an agreeable and universal conception of God not unlike other religions.
There seems to be a supernatural force at work. Miracles do happen, sometimes, some places.
Its an age-old intransigent belief system that drastically and undeniably alters lifestyles.
The Bible has certainly stood the test of time and supercedes other
literary works in popularity and transcriptional consistency.
History, prophecy, and theology seem to point toward the objective of Biblical truth.
There is more, I'm sure.
Feel free to add to either list and express opinions liberally.
But remember, dogmatism does not establish truth. | | |
| Written in Alaska on Fox Island July 06
How true it is
All is quiet in a seeming state of rest
A gentle peace in swell as in an end of quest
Something I've been searching for:
The MORE- the fullness, the opening of a new door
To know what GOd has in store
Is the mystery that stirs my core
My heart, which I've kept concealed
Is being revealed, in light of the Son,
By the One, who's loved me since before time was begun
He plans my steps and guides me to places
Touched in new ways; In each phase, he graces
With blessings to impart beyond comprehension
Through times of doubt there's illuminating tension
The lines of fear I've tied that kept me constricted
Begin to break with a hopeful light that's unconflicted
I've been ready for this releasing
So long I've been trudgin through swamps and reaching
In attempts to set my own feet back on course
I've diverted my eyes and mind from my Source:
The purest of mountain streams urging me to open sea
Back into grasp of a spiritual reality
Weaknesses and doubt fade in view of the shore fading
No more wading, I'm setting my sails for the horizon and waiting
For a heavenly wind to establish my direction
Resting, assured, and safe in his hand's protection
My eyes have been lost in illsuions
The lies- the premise of many false conclusions
I've docked on rocky shores with much travail
I've settled on slopes and in sands to no avail
I fail. Many times I've missed the mark
I'll miss it again if I don't embark
And allow sovereignty to guide my heart
I'm no good at mapping my own chart
But where I fall short, he fulfills and completes
He gives me strength to accomplish and defeat
I struggle relinquishing control of this vessel's motion
I struggle seeing a destination in the vastness of the ocean
But I have built my altar on board
A reminder of the covenant and my word
To see and remind
To be and help others find
There's always a need for more
There's no time while we're settling the score
It's war- how long can we delay?
We'll have all eternity, but what about Today?
There's much to be done in the time we're here
And I'll admit, I'm a stubborn vessel to steer
But from the Source I'll be chisled and changed
By a Force- the Living Water, I'll be rearranged
Redemption for all, forever, I'll wait to see
The flooding of every heart, the bowing of every knee
That in everything He might have the Supremacy
He's the King- He'll bring to justice all things
He's conquered death and He'll remove its sting
All the dross, all lost, in the earthly mire will burn
So I'll make myself ready for his return.
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