Georgia

My expectations have been shall we say...shattered? I thought GA was supposed to be warm. So why am I freezing? I am going to have to go back to Cincinnati and get warmed up. Talk about spending quality time with my hoodies. So much for any type of a tan. Not that I tan anyways. My epidermis refuses to acknowledge that such a thing as a tan exists. No. I am not bitter.

Leaving on a jet plane tomorrow. Spending a few hours in Philadelphia and then...
back to working my brain. Yes, sadly it has been on vacation. Actually, I think it was on vacation before I left but we won't go there.

The List

Happy things...

Spring
Sun
Coffee
Flowers
Cheesecake
Shoes
Pretzels
Philosophical discussions (sometimes) :-)
Bed :-D
Music
Painting
Smoothie King
Rook
Friends
Sweet Iced Tea
Vacations
Oratorio
oh...
and nutty bars. :-)

I am NOT going to live with the British.

So I was at Wal Mart... again. I have been there twice since getting back from break. Plus... add to that all the times I was there on tour. (sigh) I might as well start moving in.

While standing in the art isle today, some guy with a British accent comes up and starts talking to some lady nearby. So what do I do? I start talking in a British accent as well. I really didn't mean to make fun of him. I didn't even realize what I was doing. I guess I heard him talking and it filtered into my little brain sub-consciously and I started talking the same way without realizing what I was doing. Yes. I have a special way of embarrassing my friends. I give lessons for a small fee by the way. ;-) Fortunately, I soon became aware of what I was doing and I stopped and we quickly left.

Maybe the next time I will meet a Frenchmen. ( insert French quote here) :-)

What would you title this? Its kinda random.

I thought of something cool to write about the other day and now low and behold, I can't remember for the life of me what it was. Grrr.... I hate it when that happens.

Break is here! YES! I am excited about choir tour.

Now to flesh out my new schedule.
Sit on the bus.
Sing.
Eat.
Sleep.
Sit on the bus.
Eat
Sing
Eat
Sleep
Eat again
Sing
Sit on the bus.
Eat.

You get the picture.
Bring it on.

The Faith of a Child

It was a sunny afternoon in the city of Cincinnati. In a small, homely church I watched from across the table as the little girl of probably about 7 or 8 attempted to incorporate color into the plain white picture of Jesus that lay in front of her. Out of the blue I was confronted with a question...

"If I tell a lie will I go down there?" she asked pointing down.

" If you don't have Jesus in your heart you will." I said.

"Jesus come into my heart. Jesus come into my heart. Did he come in?"

"You have to mean it." I said. "We can pray if you want."
And so she repeated after me.

Dear Jesus
Dear Jesus
Forgive me of my sins.
Forgive me of my sins.
Come into my heart.
Come into my heart.
Thank you for dying for me.
I'll obey you.
I'll obey you.
Amen.
Amen.

"Did He come in?"

"Yes, if you meant it."

"He's in my heart?" she asked pointing to her heart.

"Yes."

"Can Jesus hear me breathing?"

"Well He didn't come into your literal heart. It means he came into your life."

"Can Jesus hear me breathing?"

"Yes."

"Can Jesus hear you breathing?"

"Yes. He hears everything."

When one of the other workers came over she told them...
"Jesus is in my heart."

"Did you ask Jesus into your heart and ask him to forgive you of your sins?" asked the worker.

"Yes"

As I carried her down the steps a while later... she looked up and said...

"I love you Jesus."

Is anyone out there?