
A baby to save the ones who were his own creation.
Why don't we remember this every day?
Merry Christmas


Somebody said this to me today. "Every tear that falls is caught and put in a jar in heaven. Jesus does not forget those tears." 
"People come, people go- they'll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and aventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past." //The Rescue-Nicholas Sparks
Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
"'I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mocking bird."
so there is a song and i don't know the name of it and i couldn't find anything about it on google. but i love the lyrics and i probably don't have them completley right but it goes something like this from what i remember.
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 and by night,
waking and sleeping, thy presence my light.

Last week when I was empty out the bookshevles I found a bunch of old books. I love old books, they smell good. Anyways there were these two old poem books that my mom had as a little kid. They are falling apart at the seams and one is from 1905. So this is one of those poems from my good smelling, falling apart book. enjoi...
THE LAND OF NOD
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do-
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-side of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

Tu justicia es justicia eterna y tu ley a verdad.~ Salmos 119:142


Where do I begin? Everyone keeps asking me how my trip was and I don't know how to put it into words. If I could tell you every little thing I would, there is just too much unless you would want to sit down for 3 hours and listen. I miss it a lot. The people there were amazing, I have never met a group of people so loving, so caring, so accepting. What I saw was people living a life that I probably will never have. What they were living seemed to be so much more real then the life I live every day in Canada. The Hondurans sincerly cared about you and accepted you for being you from the moment they saw you. They were so grateful for the small things. The kids wanted to be with you everywhere you moved. They wanted to hug you, hold your hand, talk to you even if you couldn't understand. They wanted you to spin them in circles til they couldn't walk straight. There are so many little stories that mean the world to me. It is too hard to write them all here, but I'll let you know sometime. This world holds so much more then I understood until I went to Marcala. If you ever get an oppurtunity to go on a missions trip take it. I can gaurentee that you will come back feeling blessed. God is amazing and He is everywhere. Dios le bendiga. Buen suenos. ~ Jessica
"One can never consent to creep when one feels and impulse to soar."~Helen Keller
"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline." ~2 Timothy 1:7