tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41927695812624151172024-02-20T10:41:28.720-08:00PassagesJoy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-78262788002422274402012-09-15T07:40:00.000-07:002012-09-15T07:42:19.300-07:00Listen, there's a tale I want to tell,<br />
of courage, bravery and love.<br />
It's a tale I think you all know well,<br />
A story given from above.<br />
<br />
It was cold and brisk that September day,<br />
The vibrant leaves flying in the air.<br />
Orange, red, and yellow, we say,<br />
Looks like a woman's golden hair.<br />
<br />
The mountains rise up majestically,<br />
Surrounding the valley so small.<br />
And nestled in the foothills, what do we see?<br />
A little cottage in the trees so tall.<br />
<br />
Out the front door bounds a little child,<br />
A girl, with long red hair.<br />
What's she doing out there in the raving wild?<br />
She's a baby with a childish air.<br />
<br />
Ten coins jingle in the pocket of her dress,<br />
Such a small and measly amount.<br />
Those small, ten coins are littler than less,<br />
But to the girl its too much to count. For the special pennies is all she has to feed herself each day<br />
Yet, the food it brings will go by fast<br />
For this girl who can never pay.<br />
<br />
Soon the girl stops to relax in a large open place<br />
Tis a forgotten field, covered with tall grass<br />
That's filled with peace and grace.<br />
<br />
Then, she sees something up ahead<br />
A man with a long, grey beard.<br />
He stands there as if he is dead,<br />
And the girl notices something weird.<br />
<br />
He's surrounded by thousands of bird cages!<br />
All filled with silent birds.<br />
The girl sees them as empy pages<br />
And wants to fill them with words.<br />
<br />
The girl quickly got up from the ground<br />
And politely called, "Excuse me, sir?"<br />
The man quickly flipped around<br />
His mind caught up in a blur.<br />
<br />
"How much to buy the birds?" she asked aloud.<br />
He replied, "Fifty coins at least."<br />
She was disappointed; sadly she frowned,<br />
And headed back to the trees.<br />
<br />
"How much do you have?" the old man called.<br />
"Only ten coins,sir."<br />
He wssn't disappointed, not at all. <br />
Instead he said, "Take 'Em. There yours." <br />
She was so happy! <br />
She gave him the money. The only thing she had. <br />
<br />
The old man watched,he found it funny. <br />
She let them all go, and wasn't sad. <br />
"Why'dya do that?" the man asked, confused. <br />
"Those birds were sad. Not free. <br />
The sacrifice was hard to choose, But now the birds are happy. <br />
<br />
The man and the girl looked up <br />
As the birds took to the sky. <br />
They once were bound, but someone drank the cup <br />
And now the birds can fly. <br />
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Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-56959104518854840882012-07-28T13:27:00.001-07:002012-07-28T13:27:38.212-07:00Creamer<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Cambria Bold Italic'; font-size: 20pt;">Creamer
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">I was walking through
Hannaford yesterday in search of some creamer for my mom. I soon found it and
delivered it to my mom, proud of my quick find. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Now, every object in
existence reminds of something, like pistachio shells remind me of my grandma.
Creamer reminds me of ministry…the
ministry of my parents. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">I love my parents. Though
they are not perfect, they are parents, and I love them. Not love them like
‘smile real big, make your eyes as big as watermelons, and beat your long
lashes, and they’ll give you everything you want’, or like ‘just exist, do the
dishes once-in-a-while, and let them brag about you to their popular Christian
friends who think you’re cuter, smarter, and more spiritually wise than their
own kids, and they’ll leave you alone.’ No, I honestly, seriously, legitimately
love my parents. There are so many things I admire about the. First of all,
they are patient. From poop- filled diapers, to midnight panics, to random
confessions, my parents have been patient and so kind……well, dad can be a
little harsh at 2 am. I am so thankful for the way that they have been patient
and worked through so many things with me. Another thing I admire about my
parents is their loyalty to each other and their marriage. They have remained
faithful to the vows they made 14 years ago. They have given me the perfect
example of what marriage should be. My mom has been so submissive to my father
and the things God has asked of him, even in moving fourteen times. I want to
be a wife that is just like her someday. I want to follow my husband wherever
God leads him, and ONLY where God leads him. My dad is also a strong pillar in
my life. He takes such good care of me, my sister, and ESPECIALLY my mom. He is
tender and kind to her, caring about every detail for her. He stands up for
her, and does his best to give her all that she needs, including a caring
husband. He’s shown me what to look for in a guy someday. I am so proud of the
love my parents have given one another, every day. The third, and I’ll say most
treasured thing I admire about my parents, is their great love for the Lord,
and their ministry to other people. Being the daughter of a pastor, I get to
see all the different people my parents have discipled, encouraged, and led in
the ministry God has given them. I love how the coffee pot is always full (the
creamer always ready), or the bed always warm, or the phone always on. I love
lying in bed, and hearing all the voices of friends in need, being encouraged
by my parents. But I know, as they’ve said time and time again, that this is
not their ministry, it’s the Lord’s. HE is doing the work in others’ lives
through them, and THAT is what makes me proud. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">There was no greater joy for
me, than to be there two Sundays ago, and see my father’s installation. No
greater joy than to see my daddy beaming. No greater joy than to see my mom’s
happiness through her joyful tears. No greater joy than to stand on the stage,
hand in hand with my family, and to see the whole church rise before us in
their support of God’s work through us. I will remember that day for the rest
of my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">Thank you, God for my
wonderful parents. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-23533000604119249632012-04-26T12:06:00.001-07:002012-04-26T12:06:38.230-07:00Pictures in the CloudsWhat is that, up in the sky?<br />
Shimmering from the sun's light?<br />
<br />
Floating in a sea of atmosphere?<br />
Can I touch it, for it seems so near?<br />
<br />
A dog, maybe. No wait! A cat!<br />
Chasing some yarn, or maybe a rat!<br />
<br />
And there is a lion, so big and fierce!<br />
With a golden mane flowing 'round his ears!<br />
<br />
And next to him, there stands a deer,<br />
panting to get a drink by the pier.<br />
<br />
His tongue laps out so gracefully,<br />
As he lifts his head and bends his knee.<br />
<br />
And then, in all of his majesty,<br />
A mighty whale skims across the sea!<br />
<br />
The King of the Ocean is what he is called,<br />
We called him something else, and he balled!<br />
<br />
So many wonderful shapes to see!<br />
They are magnificent to me!<br />
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So, oh! How hard it is to bear!<br />
That all I'm looking at is air!<br />
<br />Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-50784124492338882962012-04-25T18:37:00.001-07:002012-04-26T11:50:31.101-07:00God's GiftWriting is not just words<br />
Plastered onto a page.<br />
Nor is it a recipe<br />
On how to live your days.<br />
Writing is imagination<br />
Using your God-given brain.<br />
It's recording your thoughts and feelings<br />
And pouring them out like rain.<br />
Grab a pencil, real sharp<br />
And fill each line, every row.<br />
Although it's jumbled now<br />
Your story,in time will be a rainbow.<br />
Kings, Queens, Knights, elfs,<br />
And fairies from other realms.<br />
Maybe a book on flowers and plants<br />
Oaks, willows,and elms.<br />
Now all of your jumbled-up thoughts<br />
Are begging to unfold.<br />
Instead of looking rough,<br />
It's starting to sparkle like gold.<br />
And when you're done it's time<br />
To look over everything
<br />
And make sure your words fit together<br />
That they harmonize when they sing.<br />
Isn't it just amazing, that God
In His splendor and might,<br />
Among many gifts, gave us
The ability to write?Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-24843316304211165642012-04-10T07:56:00.002-07:002012-04-10T08:03:53.594-07:00At the Cross<div style="text-align: center;">When my tears number more than the hairs on my head</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my guilt leads me to a train of dread</div><div style="text-align: center;">I lift up my head and I see</div><div style="text-align: center;">The power of the cross standing before me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I do not feel like going on</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the hope I once had is suddenly gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">My eyes rest upon a solid figure</div><div style="text-align: center;">That restores my peace and my strength forever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When lies pile up like echoes inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I can't find anywhere to hide</div><div style="text-align: center;">I find my strength and solid shield</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's called my name and I will yield</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When sin is pounding on my door</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my faith is lying on the floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember the truth that sets me free</div><div style="text-align: center;">The man who gave His life for me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I bend a knee to you, my King</div><div style="text-align: center;">And in humility open my hands</div><div style="text-align: center;">They're open and ready for everything</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my feet to walk in different lands</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So at the cross I am humbled</div><div style="text-align: center;">At the cross I am renewed</div><div style="text-align: center;">At the cross I 'm befuddled</div><div style="text-align: center;">And so in awe of You</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks for the love You've given me</div><div style="text-align: center;">And everything else I see</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the greatest gift you gave to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">When when you set me free</div>Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-32050613608119861212012-02-01T13:51:00.000-08:002012-02-01T13:58:00.840-08:00Opposing Worlds<div style="text-align: center;">If my floor was the roof</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my roof was the floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd trudge among the empty space</div><div style="text-align: center;">in search of a special door</div><div style="text-align: center;">that would take me away from the nothingness</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the many rocks galore</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If my floor was the roof </div><div style="text-align: center;">and my roof was the floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd walk and walk all by myself</div><div style="text-align: center;">as if I was trying to ignore</div><div style="text-align: center;">the feeling of alone~someness</div><div style="text-align: center;">that I had no desire for</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If my floor was the roof</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my roof was the floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd gaze up at the sky</div><div style="text-align: center;">and jealously start to abhor</div><div style="text-align: center;">the people walking round there</div><div style="text-align: center;">not caring for what's in store</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If my floor was the roof</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my roof was the floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd see a very bright, shining light </div><div style="text-align: center;">at the end of my grand tour</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd be welcomed inside </div><div style="text-align: center;">the giant glass dome by </div><div style="text-align: center;">a very handsome gnome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If my roof was the floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the floor was the roof</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd sit and laugh on my bed </div><div style="text-align: center;">at the confused little goof</div><div style="text-align: center;">who wandered inside my glass lamp</div><div style="text-align: center;">and will probably burn to death!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Paige Phillips</div><div style="text-align: center;">1-29-12</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-43138704774770951912011-11-20T17:25:00.000-08:002011-11-21T16:36:06.426-08:00Amazing love<div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Somewhere, on a cool winter night, a song fillls the air. A sweet, soft, joyful call. It echoes throughout the trees, by the waters, up the mountains and in the heart of every rescued captive.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> It's a filling cry.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> A warm cry. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> A cry that makes you shiver and tickle on the inside.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">It's what positions the stars in perfect spots. It's what urges the seeds to reach for the clouds. What keeps the sun beaming, the clouds flittering, the birds chirping.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> It's what keeps all of nature in perfect balance. God's love is the backbone of all of nature. His love is indescribable;perfect;amazing. God expressed his amazing love in the only way He knew; He gave life. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">He created the perfect paradise with a paintbrush and paint. He gave the ability to think, to breath, to run. He gave us all of the world to enjoy for ourselves. But, because of our pride and our selfishness and our ignorance, we took God's amazing love and we destroyed it. We dirtied our hands and blistered our feet. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">We distanced ourselves by thousands of miles. This made God very sad. His children would be forever locked in chains. But, it didn't end there. He humbled himself and took the form of a stinky, filthy human. He died on a cross on top of a hill and all of God's wrath was weighed on his shoulders. He broke the chains of sin with his blood. There was nothing left.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> No wrath.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> No guilt.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> No sorrow.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> God's children were free.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> Forgiven.</span> </span></em></div></div>Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-65911446594062472662011-10-06T11:18:00.000-07:002011-10-06T11:42:20.709-07:00My claim to fameMy name is Paige Elise Phillips; Author of over 5,000 published books, Art extrordinare, Julliard graduate, star actress, 12 time grammy award winner, official mayor of Paris, model, stylist, extreme architect,<br /><strong>Yes, I'm famous..............In my world. </strong><br />In real life, I'm Paige Elise Phillips; Author of over 5,000 <strong>unfinished</strong> books,<strong> </strong>art extrordinare wanna-be, 6th grade homeschooler, star actress for Word of Life (I'm hoping to make broadway), 112 time mommy kissy award winner, dreamer of Paris, shoe size model, doodler, and HGTV veiwer.<br /><br />But......What's wrong with that?<br /><br />I'm a middle-schooler on a mission to fullfill god's plan for my life. I may not have much of a real "Claim to fame" but I'm determined to see myself the way God sees me; as a super cool author, an amazng painter, a famous actress, a champion, a traveler, a great example, a missionary and a servant, all for his glory.<br /><br />And that, is my claim to fame.Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-37589183153813415382011-09-22T10:31:00.000-07:002011-09-22T10:57:53.675-07:00Vanity of vanitiesWell, feels great to be writing again. I'm sitting on my couch, nibbling on candy corn and enjoying the chilly weather. <br /><br />My life has changed so much. I find it almost unbeilevable. We're off the island now. This was our last summer. it seemed so...sudden. To watch that special place fade away before my eyes as the boat rocked away. The summer had seemed to have slipped through my hands like sand. I lost track of the time. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. <br /><br />My dad is at the inn now. I don't see him too often. I miss him. It's been so hard to adjust to this new life and job. My heart grieves for my Dad. His heart is still in pastoral ministry. My mom, Morgan and I have seen his longing to be a pastor again. That is his dream. But, God has called him here, to Word of Life Inn. He didn't even think to go his way. He was set on God's will alone. I think that shows a lot of good character. <br /><br />I've been learning a lot lately. God is teaching me a lot about Humility. He has really revealed a lot of selfishness in my heart to me and setting a path of humility beforeme. I've really been questioning my faith in God a lot. I've tried so hard to make God number one in my life. I've started to dig deep in his word every day and get ivolved as much as I can in clubs and youth grou in my church, but most importantly, I've been trying to spend much time in prayer. Wendall Calder read this quote in his message once; <br /> "If you have everything but Christ, you have nothing. If you have nothing but Christ, you have everything." <br />I really want that to be my mindset. <br /><br />"Vanity of Vanities all is vanity."Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-77712373915089821122010-09-12T16:13:00.000-07:002010-09-12T17:15:17.672-07:00Totem poleWow! What an amazing summer I had! God has done an amazing work in my life. You would be blown away. God really used me in an amazing way! When I came to the Ilsand, my relationship with God wasn't real. When my dad was a pastor in Florida, I pretty much thought I was fine. I went to church every Sunday and sang the worship songs each time I went. I thought I was living the perfect Christian life. Then, the tables were turned. My church fell apart. We left. My dad got a job on the word of life Island. I had no idea what an amazing summer awaited me or what amazing people I would meet, like Stephanie Paun. Stephanie was God-sent to me, I'm certain! We would talk all the time about new things I should give to God or something I should pray about. But of all the things she told me, one of my favorites was about the example of a totem pole. She explained how we are like the tree, and God is the artist. He takes his knife, and tries to make us into something beautiful. But, as he carves us and shaves us, someimes it is very painful. It was hard to let God correct me. In fact sometimes it's even painful and scars are left. It sort of reminds me of 9-11. America froze as two planes hit the twin towers. Thousands died;Pain. We have sorrowful memories;Scars. People started questioning God. No one understood it. But I believe God used 9-11 to shape America. I think God used it to help us realize that we must not forget that though we are a free country, we will have bumps in the road, but we just have to get back up and let God work in us and someday, we will be a beautiful totem pole.Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-82617097812373710152010-06-26T08:25:00.000-07:002010-06-26T08:34:37.685-07:00The two faces of PaigeYeah! We now officially live on the island. How fun! I'm learning lots about God and growing closer to him. But, I find that the more I learn about God, the more I learn about myself. I've noticed that when I'm around my sister I tend to be a bit more sassy and bossy at times, and when I'm around my parents I act all cute and perfect. I know I need to treat my sis like everyone else and not hide what I really feel inside from my parents. That is my prayer.Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-31124266234906651922010-06-26T08:20:00.001-07:002010-06-26T08:20:52.378-07:00Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-43562348872331094832010-04-09T14:39:00.000-07:002010-04-09T15:01:02.517-07:00My Dream of a French futureWell, I'm back from Florida. I had an amazing time! I learned a lot! Ialso got some great advice. I've gotten thinking about what I want to be when I'm older a lot. I've got a bunch of ideas but I don't know if God wants me in any of those ministries. I know I'm probably going to go to school at WOL Quebec. I would<strong> LOVE</strong> to learn French! I'm sure God will show what to do in time.Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-18034748697834612062010-01-20T09:02:00.002-08:002010-01-20T09:19:55.987-08:00Psalm 9I read this great psalm the other day while doing my devos. David's talking about God's deeds. He says God is loving, judging, a stronghold to the opressed, and my favorite, most high. I talked about it in my journal. What I've been doing lately is reading a Psalm a day and writing about it. This Psalm just spoke to my heart. How cool!Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-37201749728452060372010-01-20T09:02:00.001-08:002010-01-20T09:02:41.204-08:00Psalm 9Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-31351776631278092472009-10-31T05:59:00.000-07:002009-10-31T06:20:38.230-07:00happy halloween!Good morning! Happy Halloween! I'm dressing up as a pirate. Well, my Dad is coming in two days! I'm excited! He's bringing me a gift! He says it's something you can eat. I think it's candy. I'm also excited about sights and sounds starting soon! My Dad is going to participate in it this year. Please keep praying and I hope you have a great halloween! Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-32329918249239636302009-10-30T07:04:00.000-07:002009-10-30T07:23:28.954-07:00AdoptionToday, my grandpa, my sister and I took a stray to the pound. She was hanging around their house . They named her Molly. It was sad watching the lady tae her to her cage, but I know God will take good care of her. Maybe someday someone will adopt her. It reminds of how God adopts us into his family when we believe in him. John 3: 16 says," For God so loved the world<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> that</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> whosoever believes in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. </span> God gave his son to die for us, so that we could live forever. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192769581262415117.post-13901121459676063852009-10-29T12:41:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:33:11.465-07:00Stepping through the passagesI was born in Springhill, Florida on January 14, 2000. At that time, my dad was working at a camp in Hudson called "Word of Life Bible Institute." It was fun being a baby running around in a diaper screaming at the students I saw. But, soon God led my dad into church ministries. We sadly said our "goodbyes" and left for Pennsylvania where my dad got a job at a church/school called "Mt. Calvary." I went to school there for a while. Even though we didn't have any family up there, God gave us the Hilshers. They were such a blessing to my family and I. Soon, we began having problems in Mt. Calvary. We moved back down to Florida. It was amazing to see my family again, and God gave us an amazing church to work at and a cozy house to live in. Also, in P.A., we had a golden retriever who was unfortunatly blind, and we sadly put him to sleep. But, God was watching, and blessed us with a small, white, fuzzy dog named Bennet and he was the best dog we ever had. So, our life was pretty perfect! Until, one night, everything changed. The pastor told my dad he wanted him to leave. It was very hard for my sister and I to say goodbye. But, again, God was still watching. He told my dad to move to Word of Life, N.Y. God gave us a nice five bedroom log cabin to live in. Actually, my dad is at a meeting in Cincinnati, Ohio right as I write to you. I pray for him everyday and wish him luck. Pray for me, and my dad, that God would watch us as we enter the next passage. Joy of the journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06832942533085085988noreply@blogger.com0