Wednesday, June 23, 2004
New Blog Layout
Jules and I have been talking about redoing the colors, titles, etc. of the blog. You opinion counts. Please view the following three samples of colors and choose your favorite and vote for it! A new color scheme should be coming soon. I may be jumping the gun a bit, but we are thinking of changing the name from "Naked and Unashamed ChurchChics" to plain old "Naked and Unashamed..." Anyone have any ideas for what we can put where it says, "Gurlz Being Gurlz"? Your input is valued. Please vote with the little thingy here.
Here are the samples:
Sample 1 - Purple
Sample 2 - Blue
Sample 3 - Green/Blue
Blogger will not allow me to do java on this page, so please visit my web site to vote. If the link won't work, the address is http://www.angelfire.com/retro/homefries/vote.html
Thanks for the input!
Here are the samples:
Sample 1 - Purple
Sample 2 - Blue
Sample 3 - Green/Blue
Blogger will not allow me to do java on this page, so please visit my web site to vote. If the link won't work, the address is http://www.angelfire.com/retro/homefries/vote.html
Thanks for the input!
Irrational Fears
by nicky
I'm working on coming out of my little box that I've lived in for quite some time. So, there's no better way than to publically humiliate myself. So, here I am naked and unashamed exposing a few of my fears.
When I was really little (probably about 4-7 yrs old), I snuck into the living room during an "R-rated" film. There was a woman taking a bath. Then, all of a sudden, a snake squirmed out of the drain hole and wrapped itself around the woman's neck. When she died, the snake went back down the drain and the detectives couldn't solve the case! That scared me out of baths for awhile. Don't worry, I take baths now. :)
You know how you flush dead goldfish down the toilet? I used to fear that my dead goldfish was going to be resurrected in the drain pipes. I had nightmares that it grew sharp, shark-like teeth and came back and bit me while I was using the restroom. I was actually afraid to go to the restroom for weeks after a fish died.
When I was ten or eleven, my grandma saw a beautiful bird out her living room window. She talked and talked about this one little bird that was out at the feeder. No one else ever saw it. A lady that we went to church with was an avid bird-watcher and author. My grandma explained every little detail of this bird to Wilma (the author/bird-watcher). Wilma could not figure out what this bird was and she didn't think it sounded like it was native to the area. Wilma gave my grandma an illustrated bird book to look through (That reminds me of a Nirvana song). Grandma didn't find the bird.
Shortly after that, my grandma was hospitalized with liver cancer and died within one month. Even while she was dying she still remembered the bird. After she died, a poem was written by Wilma where Wilma wrote something to the affect of, [Wilma] knows now that that little bird my grandma always talked about was a sign to her that death was near.
I was young (10 or 11). Being young and naive, I believed that if I ever saw something that was new to me or that no one else could see, that it meant I was going to die soon. So, I have lived in fear of seeing a new plant, seeing a new/interesting bird, etc.
The other day I was driving to my sister's house and I saw a really beautiful plant growing on the side of the road. It was in the middle of nowhere, no houses close by, so I thought "OH NO! I've never seen anything like this before, I'm going to die!" I'm serious when I say that I thought that. I didn't panic or anything, but I really did think I was going to die. I drove quickly by the plant the first time I saw it. When I left my sister's house to come home, I noticed that my camera was in the car. I figured I would outsmart this thing if I took a picture of it. So, I took the picture on my way home. Jason and I were driving to church yesterday and I saw tons of these plants growing along the road. (It's not a lily...I'm not that stupid!) Okay, so this is a common thing I've just never noticed it before. I guess I'm not dying after all.
I know I'm not the only one with fears like that. Share your fears...laughter is good medicine. I know these fears had to make you laugh, so share yours with the world and make us laugh.
I'm working on coming out of my little box that I've lived in for quite some time. So, there's no better way than to publically humiliate myself. So, here I am naked and unashamed exposing a few of my fears.
When I was really little (probably about 4-7 yrs old), I snuck into the living room during an "R-rated" film. There was a woman taking a bath. Then, all of a sudden, a snake squirmed out of the drain hole and wrapped itself around the woman's neck. When she died, the snake went back down the drain and the detectives couldn't solve the case! That scared me out of baths for awhile. Don't worry, I take baths now. :)
You know how you flush dead goldfish down the toilet? I used to fear that my dead goldfish was going to be resurrected in the drain pipes. I had nightmares that it grew sharp, shark-like teeth and came back and bit me while I was using the restroom. I was actually afraid to go to the restroom for weeks after a fish died.
When I was ten or eleven, my grandma saw a beautiful bird out her living room window. She talked and talked about this one little bird that was out at the feeder. No one else ever saw it. A lady that we went to church with was an avid bird-watcher and author. My grandma explained every little detail of this bird to Wilma (the author/bird-watcher). Wilma could not figure out what this bird was and she didn't think it sounded like it was native to the area. Wilma gave my grandma an illustrated bird book to look through (That reminds me of a Nirvana song). Grandma didn't find the bird.
Shortly after that, my grandma was hospitalized with liver cancer and died within one month. Even while she was dying she still remembered the bird. After she died, a poem was written by Wilma where Wilma wrote something to the affect of, [Wilma] knows now that that little bird my grandma always talked about was a sign to her that death was near.
I was young (10 or 11). Being young and naive, I believed that if I ever saw something that was new to me or that no one else could see, that it meant I was going to die soon. So, I have lived in fear of seeing a new plant, seeing a new/interesting bird, etc.
The other day I was driving to my sister's house and I saw a really beautiful plant growing on the side of the road. It was in the middle of nowhere, no houses close by, so I thought "OH NO! I've never seen anything like this before, I'm going to die!" I'm serious when I say that I thought that. I didn't panic or anything, but I really did think I was going to die. I drove quickly by the plant the first time I saw it. When I left my sister's house to come home, I noticed that my camera was in the car. I figured I would outsmart this thing if I took a picture of it. So, I took the picture on my way home. Jason and I were driving to church yesterday and I saw tons of these plants growing along the road. (It's not a lily...I'm not that stupid!) Okay, so this is a common thing I've just never noticed it before. I guess I'm not dying after all.
I know I'm not the only one with fears like that. Share your fears...laughter is good medicine. I know these fears had to make you laugh, so share yours with the world and make us laugh.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Weak Knee Faith
by Nicky
Here I am standing in faith.
How long do I have to stand here?
My knees are getting a bit weak, Lord. Can I take a break? Is there someone here to hold me up?
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The answer to my question is yes! I think that we forget that Jesus is sitting at the right-hand of the Father interceding for us! I have prayed my heart out and I'm standing, but getting a little weak. I need to sit down...to relax and let God work. Basically, I just need to shut my mouth and let Jesus do the praying.
Have you ever been so desperate that the only prayer you could pray is "Jesus, PRAY FOR ME!!!" I've been there.
Have you ever been so desperate for God to do something for you that you said, "God, YOU HAVE TO DO THIS NOW!" I've been there.
I think the first prayer is the prayer of a person who has been standing, but can't keep standing. This is the weak-knee faith.
I think the second kind-of faith is one of those, "the kingdom of heaven suffers violence and the violent take it by force" kind of prayers. One day I was driving my car down the road and it wouldn't shift into the next gear. We had just had the car in the shop and found out that if this little cheap fix didn't work that we were going to have to pay out the wazoo to get the car fixed. Well, the cheap fix didn't work, because the car messed up again. While I was driving down the road, I told God, "You have to fix this now!" Immediately the car shifted and never messed up again. I think God likes it when we are like that...sometimes!
Right now I am a bit weak in the knees. I've been standing for something for a week and a half. I'm about to drop to the floor and do my praying from there. I'm desperate for an answer. I'm making a move tomorrow and God better make a decision by then. So, all I can pray tonight is that Jesus will pray for me and that God will work this out. If you think about it, please pray God will throw a blessing my way!
Here I am standing in faith.
How long do I have to stand here?
My knees are getting a bit weak, Lord. Can I take a break? Is there someone here to hold me up?
_____________________
The answer to my question is yes! I think that we forget that Jesus is sitting at the right-hand of the Father interceding for us! I have prayed my heart out and I'm standing, but getting a little weak. I need to sit down...to relax and let God work. Basically, I just need to shut my mouth and let Jesus do the praying.
Have you ever been so desperate that the only prayer you could pray is "Jesus, PRAY FOR ME!!!" I've been there.
Have you ever been so desperate for God to do something for you that you said, "God, YOU HAVE TO DO THIS NOW!" I've been there.
I think the first prayer is the prayer of a person who has been standing, but can't keep standing. This is the weak-knee faith.
I think the second kind-of faith is one of those, "the kingdom of heaven suffers violence and the violent take it by force" kind of prayers. One day I was driving my car down the road and it wouldn't shift into the next gear. We had just had the car in the shop and found out that if this little cheap fix didn't work that we were going to have to pay out the wazoo to get the car fixed. Well, the cheap fix didn't work, because the car messed up again. While I was driving down the road, I told God, "You have to fix this now!" Immediately the car shifted and never messed up again. I think God likes it when we are like that...sometimes!
Right now I am a bit weak in the knees. I've been standing for something for a week and a half. I'm about to drop to the floor and do my praying from there. I'm desperate for an answer. I'm making a move tomorrow and God better make a decision by then. So, all I can pray tonight is that Jesus will pray for me and that God will work this out. If you think about it, please pray God will throw a blessing my way!
