born identity

Today is my 12th birthday. That may sound funny to some, as I celebrated my 20th birthday exactly a week ago. On December 17, 1996, precisely one week after my 8th birthday, I received a new born identity. I realized that I could not save myself & no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to live up to God's perfect standard. I've grown alot since then. Sometimes, learning a new lesson was easy, other times, growth only came thru purging & pain. Through it all, I know that I can no longer live for myself because Christ has given me a new born identity.

As I reflected back on the day I was born again, I was reminded of a song I heard for the first time this summer: Identity by Phil Stacey. Phil Stacey gave his personal testimony as an introduction to the song. In his testimony he shared 2 Corinthians 5:17 "Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature; old things are past away; behold, all things are become new." As I celebrated my 12th birthday of a new born identity, I couldn't help but think of how the Lord has changed me, is changing me, & will change me.

The lyrics to Identity are a challenge to me. A challenge to daily seek to be more like Christ, to live up to my new born identity.

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Identity

by Phil Stacey

You are love, so I am love

You are joy, & so I am joy

You are peace, so I am peace

Lord, everything you are

Now becomes me

And the line between where you begin

And where I end is gone

I'm in You--I know who I am

You're my true, born identity

And I'm not the one I use to be

'Cause now there is no seperating You

From who I am

You are strong, so I am strong

You are power & so I am powerful

You are mercy, so I am mercy

Lord, everything you are

Now becomes me

And the line where You begin

And where I end is gone

Now I'm in You--I know who I am

You're my true, born identity

And I'm not the one I used to be

'Cause now there is no seperating You

From who I am

Anything less is not us

Anything else is not who we are

party for two

One night, not too long ago, when a few of us girls "just wanted to have fun", Katie & I discovered that our birthdays are one week apart. Almost immediately we began planning a party--a Party for Two!

Katie & I got together to plan the most amazing party in the history of parties. After choosing the venue & activity (ice skating at the Pettit Center), setting the date & time (Friday, December 5, 2008 from 6 pm to midnight), & confirming who we would like to celebrate our birthdays with us, we sent out both paper & e-mail invitations just before leaving for Thanksgiving break. I waited anxiously by my computer to see who would be able to join Katie & I for our Party for Two. Of the 30 invites sent out, 16 people agreed to celebrate with us. This past week of classes seemed to pass in slow motion. I could not wait for classes to end yesterday & get to my Party for Two!

Katie & I were joined by 16 great friends at the Pettit Ice Center in Milwaukee. I had so much fun ice skating (one of my favorite winter activities) & talking with friends. Mandy Jo & I were able were talk quite a bit as we spent most of the evening together. The most fun of the evening, at least for me, was watching others & helping Katie skate. We were a pack full of giggles & snorts as Misty, Kat, & I helped Katie around the rink. Being at the Pettit Center reminded me of countless skating activitiesback home & of other activities that I had done with my friends that joined me at my Party for Two. I felt so blessed that so many took the time to have fun & celebrate with me.

We were kicked out of the Pettit Center after two and a half short hours of fun on the ice (no worries, we weren't bad, the rink was closing for the night). Kat recommended that we continue our fellowship with food & ice cream at Kopp's. I enjoyed talking with everyone as they enjoyed homestyle ice cream & burgers. The food & fun at Kopp's was the perfect end to Katie & I's party for two.

I am truly thankful for all of my friends, whether they were able to Katie & I's Party for Two or not. They all may not believe me, but the greates gift I have receive could not be bought with money or created with man's hands, but is the comfort of being surrounded by friends. Thank you all for joining me at my Party for Two!

so much to be thankful for

Have you ever taken the time to stop & count your blessings? I am never ceased to be amazed at how good my God is to me--especially when I don't deserve His love. I guess that is what I love about Thanksgiving: God opens my eyes & I see that I have so much to be thankful for.

Thanksgiving dinner has always been a big deal in my family. My mom's siblings & their families gather around one (well, actually 3) long table at my grandparents' house to enjoy a Thanksgiving feast. No one person is responsible for the dinner, the entrees are divided amongst families. Some of the entrees have become traditions: Auntie M & her family bring the turkey & meringue pies, Dad makes his famous stuffing (complete with hickory smoked bacon, yum!), Mom makes the world's most delicious rolls, our family bring ham (yes, we eat ham at Thanksgiving . . . & Christmas . . . & Easter . . .), pumkin bread, & pies, & I made mouthwatering garlic mashed potatoes. Other traditional foods, like cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, & gravy are filled in by whomever. As I looked at the 17 faces of family & friends that surrounded the tables covered with amazing food, I realized, again, that I have so much to be thankful for.

Kat was unable to go home over Thanksgiving break, so I invited her to spend the break with me in KC. I was so thankful she was able to come, not only because we were able to have a ton of fun, but also because without her, Jarid & I would have had no way to get home.

On Saturday, Kat joined my family at TCCS's annual Purple/Gold basketball games. I enjoyed catching up with old friends & was given the opportunity to cheer. Seeing all my high school friends & teachers reminded me again that I have so much to be thankful for. God blessed me with not only a great Christian education, but also with great friends & mentors who have encouraged me to live for Christ.

After the games, Jarid, Lindsay, Kat, & I joined the College & Career Sunday School class for some fun at the Asher's farm. I was able to shoot a gun for the first time in my life--it was so much fun! I missed the clay pigeons with Pastor Bishop's shot gun, but hit the target on my first try with Dad's .410. I could definately get used to skeet shooting. As the sun sunk behind the trees, we all loaded up for a hayride around the Asher's property. The sky was so beautiful! My heart yearned once again for the opportunity to live in the country someday...After the hayride, we all snuggled up around a campfire to enjoy hotdogs and s'mores. When everyone had their fill, Chris asked us to share testimonies; we all have so much to be thankful for. It was an encouragement to see & hear how the Lord is providing for myself & my friends--only because of Him do we have a reason to be thankful.

Sunday was a fun surprise--for me & for Pastor Herbster. The church celebrated Pastor & Debbie's 25th anniversary. Though I usually hate missing classes, I am so thankful that the Lord allowed me to go home early & hear testimony of how He has used Pastor to lead & direct my church. The deacons & members kept the celebration of both services a secret, planning & preparing to honor Pastor & Debbie for their service to us. The Herbster's received quite a shock in the morning service as the head deacon presented the couple with their gift: a cruise following the steps of one of the greatest missionaries--the Apostle Paul. The morning service was only the beginning, for the evening service was a full blown Baptist potluck--an event that has not happened at my church for quite some time. Matt's impressions of Pastor & the testimonies that were given overwhelmed me. The Lord truly blessed me by allowing me to grow up in such an awesome ministry. Once again, the Lord showed me that I have so much to be thankful for.

Thanksgiving break provided me with a much needed opportunity: a job. Jarid, Lindsay, Kat, & I (with a little help from Craig) were hired by Mr. Bob to clean & paint one of his rental properties. The project allowed us to spend time together.Laughter & country music echoed through the empty house. Anyone passing by would have found 4 young adults having a little too much fun working (I'm blaming it on all the chemicals & fumes). Though we were not able to complete as much as we would have liked, I was very proud of our finished project. I almost wanted to stay home & rent the property myself! Hard work always pays of--in this case in both experience & finances. The job gave me some much needed help towards my college bill. As I worked, the lesson of the week began to sink in: it was Thanksgiving break & I have so much to be thankful for.

Finally, the focus event of the week: Thanksgiving! Along with eating too much of my family's traditional scrumptious food, I was able to spend time with my cousins. Craig led games of Settler's of Catan all afternoon--they became addiciting, I did not give up until I won a game! What a blessing it was to look around & realize that I was surrounded by people who love me & want the best for me. Friends may come & go, but family, family lasts forever.

Thanksgiving break was a much needed vacation from college. Though I worked, I was able to have fun with family & friends & learn more about the Lord. Though it seems obvious, the Lord showed me in my 10 days at home that I have so much to be thankful for.

girls just wanna have fun

College isn't all about academics & work. No, every once in a while (for me, more often than most) a day is set aside just for fun. A day where homework is put aside & completely devoted to relaxing & enjoying life--you know, girls just wanna have fun.

I was able to devote two days to such nothingness. Two days devoted to enjoying the company of two different groups. Kristin & I took pictures at a park on a sunny day in October. It was so nice to leave my dorm room & all the stresses of homework behind & just waste time (don't worry, I completed all my homework by its due date). We walked a park near the school, enjoying the warm sunshine of mid-October. My favorite part, as always, was the chance to talk one-on-one with Kristin. When it started to get dark, Kristin & I headed out to the nearby shopping mall, not to shop, but to take more pictures. We had a blast goofing off & showing the world that girls just wanna have fun.

After a couple of hours of chit-chat & pictures, Kat joined Kristin & I to some late night fun in the park. Kat & Kristin showed off their soccer skills while I . . . uh . . . attempted to direct the ball at a person. The hour that we spent out at the park was both hilarious & fun. What had started as a time of refining soccer skills, turned into a midnight (not literally, of course, we have a curfew) photoshoot. Proof once again that girls just wanna have fun!

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A month later, I was stressed from school & ready for another day of fun. I had a problem, though: Kristin's weekend was full of projects & Kat was in Florida for a soccer tournament. I felt alone. The Lord saw through my selfishness, though, & helped me build new friendships with Katie, Mandy Jo, & Deb. Each of us devoted our morning & early afternoon to school work so we could just have fun later in the evening. The four of us drove out to the shopping mall & then headed over to WalMart (we are college students, after all) & finished up the evening with a late night snack at Applebee's. The best part of the evening was, once again, the opportunity to talk & get to know each other. So far, some of the best nights of my school year have been the nights when girls just wanna have fun.

follow the leader

Last night I joined several of my dormmates in various hilarious & fun activities including a corn maze, a "trick-or-treat" scavanger hunt, & pumpkin decorating. For each of the activities I had to follow the leader in order to understand & enjoy the activity to its fullest.

The first activity was a corn maze. This is only my second time in a corn maze, & I have to say, this one was soo much fun! The maze was split into 8 pieces. Before starting, each group was given a full map of the maze stapled shut (only to be used in an emergency), a grid for 8 pieces, & the first piece of the map. A star was located on each piece, leading to a mailbox with the next map piece: the 8th piece leading to the exit. Jessica, Brittney, Amanda, Mandy, & I started off together. Running through a corn maze, one should always choose to follow a leader: but it took us getting lost a few times before we chose leaders. Before we knew it we were somewhat lost (we had a general idea of where we were). Mandy & Jess just started running, paying no attention to the map--would you believe that we almost ran into the first marker?! After that we tried to follow the map more closely, but found ourselves confused again. I looked at the girls & said, "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, someone choose a way to go." Mandy Jo took license to lead us & after just two turns we found ourselves at the second marker! Jessica & I decided we did NOT want to lost again, so we began counting turns & quickly arrived at the other 4 markers & finally to the exit. We were the first group to finish by correctly following the markers (another group finished 10 minutes before we did having only reached 4 markers). Mandy Jo joked that Jessica & I should be Lewis & Clark, for leading the other three through the maze. I flipped the joke on her, saying that Britt, Amanda, & she were Lewis, And, Clark, & Jess & I were Saca & Jeweah, because Sacajeweah was the true leader of the Lewis & Clark expedition. It was so much fun to play "follow the leader" thru the corn maze!

Back on campus, we started the second portion of the evening with a devotional from Miss Heather Erickson. She spoke on the beauty of a woman who follows the Leader: Christ. A beautiful woman does not look on evil, is quick to hear & slow to speak, does what she knows to be right, sings songs, hymns, & spiritual songs, walks looking to spread the Gospel, & radiates God's holy fragrance. The devotion was perfect, encouraging each of us to follow our Leader everyday of our lives.

After the devotional, we were split into four groups: Creepy Crawlers, Wacky Werewolves, Vicious Vampires, & the Ghosts. The first game was a "trick-or-treat" scavanger hunt. 10 pumkins with candy were hidden around campus: some buckets had 10-12 pieces of candy, others only had 4 pieces. The goal was to find as many different buckets as possible. Each group was encouraged to split into smaller groups & then sent out to find the candy. Jess & I took off for the darkest places on campus--the most probable hiding places for candy! What we didn't know was that several of the guys in our brother dorm were dressed in all black & were to scare us. I was startled the first time, but then, I just laughed...until I found Jason, then I screamed! The crazieness of running around the campus looking for candy was hilarious!

At 11:30 all the groups returned to the dorm & enjoyed an hour of food, fellowship, & games. We were again asked to work together as a team & follow a leader. The night, though late, was filled with fun. I can't wait to do it again!

these are my people

Spirit week has once again come & gone. I love all the excitement & craziness that accompanies the week: looking completely ridiculous is fun! Maranatha has made some changes concerning societies: they are now led by brother & sister dorms. To encourage unity within the dorm societies, the brother & sister dorms worked together to win spirit week (in the past, spirit week is fought between the classes). I loved walking around the dorm & classes, realizing that no matter how crazily they were dressed, these are my people.


Monday: Redneck Day
It was soo much fun to dress up for this day! The campus was covered in camo & hunter orange, beer-bellied boys, flannel, & blacked out teeth. The student body went out of their way to look as terrible as possible. A point was made that a "redneck" differs depending on the region of the country. We had them all: Southern NASCAR fans, East & West Coast trailer trash, & the mid-western farmer.


Tuesday: Clash Casual/Fashion Fauxpas
What a scary group we all made! Our mothers would have cried (mine laughed) to see us dressed so atrociously! As much as I love to be put together, I remember a time when fashion did not matter to me at all (I can see Momlady smiling as she reads this): as long as there was a stripe of the color in a part of my wardrobe, it matched. I remember dressing in all green when I was five telling Momlady that I matched because I was being monochromatic. I am proud to say that on Tuesday, I was able to wear a little of every color in my wardrobe, except orange. Tuesday was also Kat's 22nd birthday. Several of us went out to eat together in our spirit week garb. We received many odd glances from the other patrons at the Chinese buffet. A red-hat club was also meeting at the restraurant that afternoon & it was a blessing to talk to them. Though we were dressed rather oddly, those who found out we were from Maranatha only had good comments to say & encouraged us all to enjoy the remainder of spirit week.

Wednesday: Dynamic Duo/This & That/Famous Groups
Some very famous & some very uncheckable groups visited campus on Wednesday. There were several Superman & Lois duos, the Beatles, Sonny & Cher, the Bible staff dress as Bible referees, more than a few Thing 1 & Thing 2s showed up to stir up trouble. Jarid & I were part of two seperate Mystery Gangs. I loved being Velma & making ears for my roommate who graciously volunteered to be Scooby-Doo.

Thursday: 1968 Maranatha/Blue & Gold Day
Thursday was...interesting. Some did a great job dressing like they were students of 1968 Maranatha: Jarid & Korrine & Rachel (they dressed up like the original president & his wife, Mr. & Mrs. Cederholm). Others were floating between decades & majority of the student body donned blue & gold.

Friday: Dorm Society
Crazy chapel is held the Friday of spirit week. The dorm societies were sectioned off around the gym. Melford & Carey (Jarid is in Carey) wore black & silver, Hilsen & Leland wore green & white (rather confusing), Day & Armitage wore red & black, Gould & Spurgeon wore blue & white, & Weeks & Judson wore green & black. The student body officers put together games that provided hilarious competition between the dorms: a juggling contest, spelling with ping-pongs, a replica of Old Main out of chewed gum, & other games. My dorm society placed last, but nothing could have ruined such an awesome week.

As interesting as everyone looked this past week, I still proudly say, "These are my people."

i wanna be like you

On Saturday I had the opportunity to spend a little extra time with the 1st-6th graders of Windsor--we visited the Madison Zoo! It was so much fun to take a little time to relax & get away from my normal routine while getting to know the future of Windsor Baptist Church.

Abby & I drove to Madison from the school. After a slight delay (we got a little lost in Madison) we met the church group by the seals.I loved watching the monkeys swing from tree to tree, then press their faces to the glass because they knew they were being watched. I loved watching the polar bears, one swam laps almost the entire time we were there; they are such beautiful creatures. I loved the African animals: the rhinos, giraffes, & lions; the American prairie: bison, prairie dogs, &, of course, a badger (we were in Madison, WI, home of the UW Badgers). Abby & I felt like the kids from the church that we came to meet. Those kids, & their parents, were so excited to be at the zoo! Some of the kids, along with Abby, had never been to the zoo before. Their excitement was easily spread to their parents & workers. Shane & I & some of the kids bought animal masks to wear. I am so glad to be a human, but I felt like saying "I wanna be like you!" to some of the animals.

At church on Sunday & in AWANA on Wednesday, the kids were still excited to share about their time at the zoo. The AWANA lesson for Cubbies last night was Creation. It was hard to quiet them down after asking what their favorite animal was: they loved them all! One of the girls kept saying, "Me want to be a monkey. Me want to be a bird!" The feeling was mutual. In Disney's The Jungle Book, Louie wishes to be like man, but sometimes I think that we humans "wanna be like you."

under construction

"CAUTION: Life Under Construction"

Things are constantly under construction. Houses are being built, new stores set up in the mall, road construction that never seems to end (which can be rather frustrating during rush hour), the list goes on & on. It seems that wherever I turn, work is being done & things are being improved.

Change, though sometimes difficult to handle, is usually good. New houses replace burnt out shells or other unfit homes, new stores bring new styles & offer the public more variety, & new roads, as frustrating as the traffic may be, allow traffic to more smoothly from one place to another (until the road is under construction again, of course).

The difficulty with change, is that change is a continuous cycle. Things can never be fixed to perfection in this world. We will always have a need for new homes, stores, & roads (sorry, but somewhere out there, there will always be a construction related traffic jam). Though this cycle is generally viewed as a negative, it should be seen as a possitive: job opportunities, fun new fashions, & something to save up for.

I have mentioned several times that the Lord has changed me in several ways this summer: it's true! I learned so much about myself & my awesome God through the circumstances & people that He placed me in this summer. This summer, I realized that a life too, can be under construction & that this construction is a continuous cycle. I am continuing to learn areas where I fail, where I can improve, & how to fully rely on the God who was gracious enough to save me. Psalm 119:73 says, "Thy hands have made me & fashioned me: give me understanding, that I may learn Thy commandments." The less I focus on me, the more I realize that I have much more to change in order to become more like Christ. When you see me, be warned, I am a life under construction.

wasted

I love the opening week of each semester at college. I love catching up with friends from around the country. I love diving back into a semi-challenging academic schedule. I love once again having the opportunity to minister at Windsor, but most of all, I love the revival services that challenge me to have a soft, open heart for Christ.

This semester's speaker was evangelist Joe Mark. Dr. Mark is truly blessed with the gift of preaching. I could not wait to listen & soak up everything he had to say: God is using him in a powerful way. Each of his messages challenged me, but one sticks with me more than the others.

On Monday evening, Dr. Mark spoke from Isaiah 44:13-17 Giving God the Garbage. He pointed out that all too often Christians only give God their leftovers--their garbage. Instead of giving the Lord what He deserves, our personal best, we selfishly keep the best of our time, money, & strength to ourselves. After a long day of serving ourselves, we realize that we have forgotten God & rush to scrape together the remainder of our time, money, & strength for Him.

By this point, you are probably wondering why this blog is entitled "wasted". Dr. Mark emphasized throughout his message that a Christian who gives God only garbage is living a wasted life. I can still hear his illustration of a saved man who lived his life for himself. On his death bed he could only scream, "WASTED!" I do not want to live a wasted life! How selfish & disheartening to give the Saviour of my soul the left-overs.

Dr. Mark did not end his sermon with the dispair of a wasted life. To avoid a wasted life a Christian must simply dedicate his time & testamony to the Christ who saved him. Dedication is not an easy task: it takes determination & communication. Determination to give God the best of what He has given & constant communication with Christ through devotions & prayer.

The opening week to my sophomore year was filled with things that I love. I love all of the teachers & classes that I am enrolled in this semester. I loved eating, hanging out, & bowling with friends. But most of all, I loved being challenged spiritually. My life will not be wasted.

the wardrobe

In C. S. Lewis' epic tales, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe, Lucy Pevensie falls into a magical world just by opening a door to an old, dusty wardrobe. Yesterday, after talking with friends, I began to think about all the doors that the Lord has opened for me.

Friendships are a special gift. I cannot imagine my life without the friends that surround me, both at college & at home. Each friendship began with God opening a door where the slightest sliver of light shone through. Like Lucy I had to choose, despite the unseen costs & rewards, to engage myself in friendly conversation & open my heart to my friends. That step can be so hard! I am so thankful for the doors of friendship that the Lord directed me toward. Because of my friends I truly believe that I have been changed for good.

There are other doors: doors that lead to opportunities in ministry, academics, & career. These doors bring with them more apprehension than the doors of friendship . . . at least for me. I love meeting new people & having fun. I have been embarrassed enough in my life that I no longer care what people think about me as long as I am being myself & a good representation of Christ. That I snort & honk when I laugh does not bother me as it used to, but when Christ cracks open a door that leads to an opportunity in ministry, academics, or career, I get a little scared. I don't want to mess up something so important in my life. I am scared of the outcome, not so much in ministry, but in academics & career opportunities. It is these major areas, where I must completely trust Christ for the outcome, that I struggle the most to let go.

It is often hard to step out on faith & follow Christ; it is harder when the outcome of this step of faith cannot be seen. So many of the choices I have been challenged to make force me to trust Christ in the outcome. I love & get quite excited about change, yet it still scares me. What if I do the wrong thing? What if I make a mistake that is irreversable? This summer the Lord has taught me that I when I rely on Him there is "no cause for worry or for fear".

The Lord has so many doors cracked open: doors that lead to some great opportunities. I am excited & scared to open them & step inside leaning on Christ. Pray with me, that I would choose the best door & enter a wonderful world where I continue to grow to be more like Christ.

please remember me

I am back in the state of cheeseheads & looking forward to what the Lord has planned for my future, but I can't help but beg my friends & family back in Kansas City to please remember me. I know this semester will be full of great memories, but I wouldn't be where I am without remembering you who touched my life this past summer.

My summer job this was a special treat. I was spoiled to have such an amazing manager, Erin, & wonderful, fun, & weird co-workers who quickly became friends. I already miss my "Village people": I am so glad you all came into my life. I cannot help but smile when college friends ask me what I did this summer. There are too many fun memories to share . . . "Oh my soul!" Melissa, I miss you lots & wish you the best in your life. Chris, oh my soul, there are a buttload of things I could say, but I know they all would irritate the tar out of you! :) Allen, Jody, & all the rest, I keep fond memories of you in my heart. I do hope to return to the Village next season, but I am open to the Lord's leading at this point. I miss you all!

Loving family, thanks so much for making this summer special. I didn't get to spend very much time with you all, but the time we spent together was special. My memories of you all range from baseball games & a float trip to cook-outs & family games--I sincerely miss you all. God has done wonderful things in my life this summer & I am excited to see how He will continue to stretch me this fall.

Please remember me as I tackle another semester of college. I don't believe my course load will be hard, but I must remain focused & use my time appropriately. Along with classes, I am working in the yearbook office & in the campus dining commons. Pray that the Lord will give me strength & that I will be a wise steward of the time God has given me.

Please, remember me, friends & family. I will pray for each of you when you come to my mind. I can't wait to hear from you all. Keep me informed! I ask you to please remember me as I will remember great times with all of you!

just around the riverbend

This past weekend I joined my Sunday School class on their annual float trip down the Niangua River just south of the Ozarks. It was a great time to relax & enjoy the closing of the summer before heading just around the next riverbend of my life: my sophomore year of college.

The weekend started with a 3 hour bus trip. What fun just to fellowship & sleep! We arrived at the camp around 9 pm. Who set up their tents first? The Lawson/Ralph clan, of course! The seven of us (Jarid, Crystal, Paul, Tim, Alyssa, Lindsay, & I) set up our tents in about 15 minutes . . . then laughed as we watched some of the other singles struggle with tents & poles. After enjoying some delicious s'mores, we headed off to bed. Wake-up call came a little earlier than most of the singles expected, courtesy of the Lawson/Ralph tents: 6:30 am--Rise & Shine! By 10 am the other disgruntled singles (& Bishop's) were filled with a delicious breakfast, packed, & ready to ride another 30 minutes to Camp Cherry Mountain for an 8 hour float down the Niangua River.

Crystal & I were canoe partners during the trip. It was a somewhat relaxing, fun trip down the river. We avoided purposeful capsization by volunteering to transport the family cooler, which held lunch & water, down the river. I have talked all summer about how much I love spending time on the water, but nothing compares to a relaxing float down a winding Missouri river. The scenery was beautiful. As I looked around I found myself surrounded by hills of beautiful trees.

I am so glad that I was able to spend my last weekend before college with my college-aged siblings & cousins. I cannot wait to be surrounded by friends, but family members are friends that last forever. As the summer closes, I can't wait to see what awaits just around the riverbend.

two weeks notice

This is my two weeks notice.

I can't believe how fast this summer has passed. There are so many things that I have done: worked 40 hours a week outside of a theme park, taken & passed American Masterpieces, actually gone INTO the park & ridden roller-coasters, gone to an outdoor production of Othello, attended (& enthusiastically supported) 5 Royals games at the "K", gone tubing with my Sunday School class, read a great book on punctuation, & just relaxed with family & friends.

This summer has been a tremendous amount of fun: from work to free-time activities. But the time to turn my brain off (if I ever have) has come to a close & I am announcing my two weeks notice. I have to admit, though, that I am looking forward to getting back to school. I am excited to continue studying toward my degree in English Education, to work on campus, & take time to just hang out & relax with friend whom I haven't seen in 3 months.

I will miss all of you who I am leaving behind in Kansas City, but I can't wait to see all my 'Natha friends again. See you all in two weeks!

abba, father

For the first time this summer, I have time to read a book for fun & not for a class. There are several books that I would like to read this summer, but I decided to reread a favorite instead. I am reading, for the fifth time in three years, Leslie Ludy's Authentic Beauty. Leslie challenges her reader (me, in this case) to live a pure, set apart life for the Lord. Throughout the book she refers to Christ as every girls' perfect Prince. I love the analogy, & agree with her, but I love seeing God as my Father--the King of all.

Leslie's analogy is great--she encourages young ladies to have a vibrant relationship with Christ, their true Prince, before they seek for the young man of their dreams. This summer, I have fallen so in love with my Prince. In Song of Solomon, Christ is depicted as the "lover of my soul," the Prince in Authentic Beauty. Each time I read Ludy's book, I learn so much about myself & realize how much more I can show my love for my Prince.

About a month ago I analyzed the lyrics to Me & God. One of the lines says, "He's my Father, He's my friend." I love that. A father's love is expected to be unconditional, & I know that the love of my heavenly Father is so. Last night we sang Abba, Father. The song is a prayer from a Christian child to his heavenly Father. All of the lines are so true--I want God to have control of my life, but I know I will get scared along the way & need to lean on Him for comfort. That's what dads are for. God promises to take care of His children. Before the message of last night, Jason Webber sang Amazing Grace, Amazing Love. The song beautifully tells of the amazing grace & love that God, my Father, has for me. What a promise!

This summer I have learned so much about the character of my God as I read through the Psalms, attend church services, & read good books. My two favorite characteristics? God is my Prince, the lover of my soul & God is my Father & shows me unconditional love. How can I ever repay Him?

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Abba, Father

by Ron Hamilton

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Father, hold me safe in Your arms;

Father, keep me free from all harm.

I cast my care on You

Just like a child should do--

Trusting, loving all that You are.

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Chorus

Abba, Father,

I rest in You;

You're always faithful,

You're always true.

Abba, Father,

You are my song

Though clouds are dark,

Though night is long.

I cry to you,

Abba, Father

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Father, help me lean on You more

Through each valley, through every storm.

Help me when I can't see

Your will is best for me;

Love me, hold me sheltered & warm.

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Father, mold me, make me like new.

Guide my footsteps, keep my heart true--

So that the world may see

Your likeness lives in me.

Break me, shape me, make me like You.

here am i, Lord

A couple of friends recently posed me some questions that caused me to think about what I want to do with my future. At a youth conference about a year after accepting the Lord as my savior, I gave complete control of my life to Him. No, I have not always been consistant in following where the Lord has led me. There have been times when I didn't understand the direction God was taking me & was apprehensive about following his plan. The questions my friends asked combined with the service tonight at my church made me want to shout, "Here am I, Lord!"

Missionary Matt Stensaas, serving in Uganda, spoke about why he believes Americans are apprehensive to follow God's call. His focus was missions, but I could see his point applied to simply following the path of the Lord every day of your life. His three causes were that Americans are:

• Afraid to leave comforts--Isaiah 51:12 "I, even I, am He that comforteth you:"
  Brother Stensaas pointed out that Christ left EVERYTHING so that you & I could become part of His family, yet we, as Americans, are apprehensive to serve Christ on the mission field because He may ask us to give up the "comforts" of America. The same fear applies to those who are called to minister, whether part time or full time, here in the states. I had to ask myself this question: "Am I willing to give up a comfortable life to follow the Lord wherever He leads?" Tough question to answer.
• Afraid of the cost--Isaiah 51:16 ". . . & have covered thee in the shadow of Mine hand. . ."
  The most obvious & feared cost of a life devoted to serving the Lord is one giving their life. Brother Stensaas mentioned the irony that most Americans would willingly die for their country but resist the call to live & die for Christ. As I think about where the Lord is leading me right now, sometimes I am apprehensive. Sometimes there are a lot of "what if's" that cross my mind. I have to admit that sometimes I am afraid of the cost of living a devoted life to Christ.
• Afraid to trust God--Isaiah 51:13 "And forgettest the LORD thy Maker . . . ?"
  Guilty! Brother Stensaas had us consider a question that many Americans ask: "Can God be trusted?" In my notes, I wrote "DUH! He has never failed!" He also pointed out that the one thing that man refuses to give God control of usually ends up destroying him. As I consider my future, I am constantly having to remind myself that I can trust God (Jer. 29:11 & Rom. 8:28).

The questions my friends asked me previously in the week were running thru my head as I listened to Brother Stensaas. They both asked the same question . . . what do I see myself doing when I finish college. The simple answer: whatever the Lord tells me to. A more detailed answer would include getting married, teaching high school English & drama, & ministering in the local church.

This summer, the Lord has taught me so much about Himself, but mostly that He has, as a mentor would say, a SUPER DUPER plan for my life. I'm excited to see where He leads & hope that I am truly living a life that says, "Here am I, Lord."

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Here Am I, Lord
by Ron Hamilton

Lord, I give my life to you;
Take control each day.
I will follow anywhere,
Near or far away.
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Chorus
Here am I, Lord, send me.
Here am I, Lord, send me.
I will serve you faithfully--
Here am I, Lord, send me.
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Lord, I want your perfect will;
Be my faithful Guide.
I will never be afraid:
You are close beside.
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Let me see my mission field
All around each day.
Fill my heart with Jesus' love;
Use me, Lord, I pray.

angel of music

Christine could not escape the angel of music in Phantom of the Opera & here, in my real life fairytale, neither can I. No matter where I go I seem surrounded by music--it plays at work, we play it in the car, I turn it on when I get home, & even when there is no music playing I can hear it in my head. Sounds a little crazy, huh? My love for music started at a young age, but didn't really blossom until I learned to play the flute. After going to college I thought I lost my angel of music with all the excitement of a new life, but this summer, I found her again, & I refuse to let her fly away.

Music has been a passion of mine since I was little. My dad used to work on new housing developments by screwing the plywood panels to the floor to prevent squeaky floors. My brothers, sister, & I were always wanting to go & help him. Going with dad meant drinks from QT, a night away from homework, & hearing country music echo through the skeleton of a new house. If I were the unfortunate child to be left at home, I would get to help mom around the house while music poured out of the stereo. The music we listened to talked about life & the Lord. The sacred music of the Herbsters, WILDS, & various school & college groups reminded me that God is in everything; I should be praising the Lord in my everyday life. We also listened to secular music--mostly country. The songs spoke about life, real life, & I loved that. It was then that the angel of music became real to me. I no longer wanted to just listen to music; I wanted to be the one making the music.

As I grew, so did the music. I still enjoyed the Herbsters & country music, but I also learned to enjoy classical music, & let's not forget the magic of Christmas music. In fifth grade I began taking flute lessons. Our house growing up was so small & when I had to practice, piece & quiet were no where to be found in the 900 square foot house. After struggling thru scales, triplets, & arpeggios, I was able to play music. Mrs. Collier was called to another ministry after two years of lessons with her. I felt lost. I didn't want to give up what I had struggled for two years to learn. That's when the Lord sent me Elaine. Elaine became my angel of music for the next 7 years. I am so glad the Lord brought her into my life. I really began to appreciate the talent that God had given me. I had to work hard to progress & amidst all the hard work I realized that I had fallen in love with my flute. I no longer had to listen to the radio or a CD, I could play.

The Lord opened a huge door to me with music. I loved preparing for the fine arts competition at my school, but I found the most enjoyment in participating in youth orchestra & playing specials for my church.

College dropped me into a new & exciting world. I was ready for whatever the Lord brought my way, however, I was unable to play my flute because of expenses. At first, it didn't bother me--I still practiced when I could, but it wasn't the same. First semester I played a little with a church orchestra, but I yearned to do more. I felt like I had lost my angel of music. It really hit home when a friend asked how long I had played the flute after he overheard me practicing. I was shocked; it hit me that very few of my friends knew that I took private lessons for 8-9 years & even fewer knew how well I played. At that moment, I felt like I had lost my angel of music. How had I gone a whole semester without practicing 4 hours a week?

Among the whirlwind of changes that second semester brought me was the opportunity to revive my angel & fly on the wings of music. I found a new extension church that I will have a hard time leaving when I finish my degree. The ministry of music that Windsor opened to me is well worth the hour and a half drive from campus. At Windsor, I am able to accompany congregational singing with my flute & sing in the choir. I have also been asked to play specials & was even able to sing with a group for a special (something I had never dreamed of doing). Back home, my music ministry opportunities are limited. With a church full of talented musicians, it's hard to find a place to be heard. I love my church home, but as September inches closer I anticipate my return to Windsor & the ministry God has called me to there. After sitting discontentedly through a few music concerts last year I have resolved to audition for orchestra this year. I don't want to be just another member of the audience. I want to be one fifty combining together to make a joyful noise unto the Lord. I want to be someone else's angel of music.

I still love singing along to the Herbsters & country love songs. I can hardly stand doing anything (except maybe homework) without music floating thru the air. But it's the music I make with the talent God has given me that brings me the most pleasure. My angel of music, like Christine's, lives in my heart.

God bless the usa

One of our local news stations took a poll on the most requested patriotic song on July 4th. There were great songs on the list: America the Beautiful, God Bless America, Stars & Stripes Forever, & others. It set my mind in motion; what is my favorite patriotic song? No, I don't know which song the citizens of Kansas City picked, but I do know what my favorite is: God Bless the USA.

I did not have the greatest attitude as I headed to work Friday. Yes, I had to work. I knew that I would be missing out on our family's traditional cookout & family games outside, but duty called. I had nothing to worry about. My family joined me at work to watch the fireworks show there. Mom brought me some of the food from the cookout. The 4th: a time for family, food, & fireworks. I didn't miss out on anything. God bless the USA!

Tonight I met a couple of friends in the theme park after work. I was finally able to enjoy some of the rollercoasters that I drive under almost daily. It was awesome to feel the knot in my stomach rise to my throat, to hear the lap-bar of each ride click into place, look out over the beauty of the park just before taking the pluge, & then screaming my head off with my hands held high. The highlight of the evening was going to a free concert by former American Idol singer, Phil Stacey. It was awesome, the guy really has talent. There were so many good songs I want to share, but the one that silenced the crowd was God Bless the USA. The crowd of about 250 went mute as the former seaman sang about his country.

Take a minute & just think about the song, the lyrics are listed below. Phil Stacey changed just two words from the lyrics of the original song, but I think he changed it for the better. Instead of saying "lucky stars" he sang "Lord above"--I think it fits the song much better, don't you? Before long you will realize that we are blessed & we need to continue to pray that God will bless the USA.

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God Bless the USA

by Lee Greenwood

If tomorrow all the things were gone,

I'd worked for all my life

And I had to start again,

With just my children & my wife.

I'd thank my lucky stars,

To be livin' here today

'Cause the flag still stands for freedom

And they can't take that away.

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Chorus

And I'm proud to be an American

Where at least I know I'm free.

And I won't forget the men who died,

Who gave that right to me

And I gladly stand up,

next to you & defend her still today.

'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land

God bless the USA.

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From the lakes of Minnesota

To the hills of Tennessee,

Across the plains of Texas

From sea to shining sea

From Detroit down to Houston

And New York to L.A.

Well, there's pride in every American heart,

And it's time we stand & say...

the water hole

I love spending time out on the lake. The lake offers so many different entertainment opportunities: fishing, swimming, boating, tubing, &, of course, dreaming. If you asked me which of these activities are my favorite I would just smile & choose them all. Honestly, the activity is only as enjoyable as the company.

I love fishing with my dad & brothers, Jarid and Craig.Why? Hmm...hard to say. Part of it is the live bait, the stillness of the lake, creek, or river, & the time that I am able to spend with my family. If I spent a whole day fishing & never caught anything, the day would not be a waste (maybe a little disappointing, but not a waste).

Swimming, whether done in a above-ground or in-ground pool, lake, creek, or ocean is always fun. I love feeling the sand between my toes & feeling the pressure of water all around me. Sometimes I wish I was Disney's Ariel and could spend my life Under the Sea, but then again, I enjoy life on land too.

Canoe, pontoon, paddle-boating, 15 footer, or 60 footer--boating is fun (are you getting the point that I love being on or surrounded by water?)! From the ages 5 to 8, my family & I spent a week or two every summer helping with my church's camp: Southland Christian Camp & Conference in Northern Louisiana. I think the most beautiful thing about Southland is the lake that the camp surrounds. No matter where you stand on the campground you can see the beautiful deep blue water of the lake. Rather than walk around the lake, Dad & I would canoe from our cabin to where ever we needed to be. It was cool to spend time just with Dad out on the lake. When I was finally old enough to attend Southland as a camper, I could never get enough of boating out on the lake. One summer I went canoeing or paddle boating with every girl in my cabin as well as my counselor.

Tubing! Ok, so I've only done this a couple of times, but I had amazing fun every time. Pastor Bishop took the singles Sunday school class out on Blue Springs Lake to enjoy some fun in the sun--swimming & tubing on his family's boat. Jarid, Lindsay, & I joined a couple other singles & had an awesome time. Pastor Bishop works very hard to flip everyone, but he didn't get me. How, you ask? I rode with his wife & daughter; he doesn't flip them...yet.

By now you have probably noticed that I daydream pretty much anytime & anywhere. The lake is no different. Waiting my turn to ride the tube gave me time to just look at the wonder of God's creation. The lake (even though it is man-made), the trees, & the sky. Do you realize how amazing the sky is? I think it is one of the most beautiful things God creates for us. Every moment of every day the sky is different: the texture of the clouds & the color of the sky are changing constantly.

Next time you're out on the lake, ocean, or sitting along the banks of a creek, look around. While you are having fun, look around & enjoy the wonder of the creation that surrounds you.

take me out to the ballgame

Baseball: America's past-time & one of my favorite sports. I love watching baseball--it's entertaining at all levels: from tee-ball to the pros. I grew up with baseball, so I guess it's now wonder that I am constantly asking Jarid to take me out to the ball game.

Dad coached both Jarid & Craig at some point in their young baseball careers. Where could I be found? Not in the stands with the other mothers & daughters, no way! I was always sitting on the bench with a uniform of my own rooting on Daddy's team. Tee-ball & then high school games were exciting to watch because my brothers were playing (Craig is better at baseball than Jarid). But my love for baseball was much bigger than that.

I have & always will "root, root, root for the home team" my Kansas City Royals. I can remember going to Kauffman Stadium (the K) to watch George Brett play as young as 5. I know that the Royals aren't the greatest team in baseball, but I love them anyway. Our biggest claim to fame happened before I was born: defeating the St. Louis Cardinals in the 1985 World Series (my grandmother's house, which was about a mile from the stadium, caught fire during game 7 causing traffic from the game to be redirected--I guess that would be my families claim to fame. . .). In Kansas City we are also famous (rather infamous) for the "pine tar incident." Any top 50 moments in baseball that you watch inevitably shows George Brett charging from the bullpen onto the field in a fit of rage that cannot be matched. No matter what the stats say or how stupid a single player acts, the Royals are my #1 team.

The most awesome experience I have from baseball is meeting the legendary Buck O'Neal (who should be in the baseball hall of fame). Buck treated Crystal, Jarid, Craig, & I like his own grandchildren. When we hugged my grandmother, he made us give him a hug as well. I was so honored to meet on of the Kansas City Monarchs (KC Negro League baseball team). That afternoon I was able to walk around the Negro League Museum & read about KC's rich baseball history. I was in baseball heaven.

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So far this year I have visited the K three times: May 5th against the LA Angels, May 27th against the Minnesota Twins, & June 23 against the Colorado Rockies. Each time I have attended a game my seat buddies have been slightly different. The first game I went with Jarid & Travis; the second, Jarid, Lindsay, & Craig; & the third with Dad, Mom, & Crys. At each game I had a ton of fun cheering on my Royals & soaking in the life at the K: the new HD jumbo tron, the overpriced pop & nachos, the loud, screams & groans of fans, the crack of a baseball bat, Sluggerr, the T-shirt and hotdog launch, the hotdog races (Go Relish!), & singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame.

me & God

Did you know I'm indestructible? It's true. I am part of an unbeatable team: me & God.

Don't get me wrong, I have bad days--frequently. Usually my bad days can be traced to one thing: selfishness. Bad days start off when I choose to focus on self rather than the Saviour. Have you ever realized that simply being refreshed from the Word of God can change your outlook on the day? I would venture to say it's impossible not to find the God of the universe if you only look. The amazing thing--the God that crafted the universe, created the creatures of the earth, the perfect God wants to be intimately close to me.

I love Josh Turner's song, Me & God. The lyrics are relevant to humble Christianity.

• There ain't nothin' that can't be done by me & God. It's true! "If God be for us, who can be against us?" With God on my side I can do what seems impossible. A song that I have often heard sung by my church's choir says, "God can do what seems impossible. God controls eternity. My mind can never comprehend it, that God, in heaven, cares for me." That thought brings me to my knees--why would the God of all things want to use me? What have I done to deserve such a privilege? Nothing.
• Ain't nobody come between me & God. Romans 8:38-39 says, "For I am persuaded [beyond doubt], that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor [impending, threatening] things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." The only person who can halt my relationship with God is me, when I choose to turn my back on Him. I know that I have stalled my relationship with my Saviour far too many times, yet He always openly receives me again & again.
• One day we'll live together where the angels trod... Wow! Can you even imagine that? One day you, me, & every other believer will be able to live with the God of the universe forever. "Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go & prepare a place for you, I will come again, & receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also" (John 14:1-3). Christ comforted His disciples, & continues to comfort Christians today, with the fact that after a hard, nearly defeating life on earth, they would be able to live with Him forever in a perfect paradise.
• Early in the morning...late at night talkin' it over. Do you realize that we have a 100% all-access pass to the throne room of heaven? Humbling thought, isn't it? Throughout the Psalms, David and the other psalmists plead for the attention of God & are answered. The fact that I can talk to my God about anything is amazing to me. I can talk to Him about my struggles, weep for forgiveness, laugh in His joy, wonder at His power, and confide my deepest secrets in Him.
• I am weak & He is strong. Both at college & back home in KC I am privileged to work with 3-5 year-olds. One of the songs we sing is, "My God is so GREAT, so STRONG, & so MIGHTY there's nothing my God cannot do. The mountains are His, the valleys are His, the stars are His handiwork, too. My God is so GREAT, so STRONG, & so MIGHTY there's nothing my God cannot do, for you." I am constantly amazed with how much truth is packed into songs for young children. It's a good reminder to sing with them; it corrects my perspective--"I'm so weak, & He's so strong."
• He forgives me when I'm wrong. This one makes me stop in my tracks. I know myself better than anyone else. I know that I fail often & repeatedly, yet God forgives me when I ask. "If we confess our sins, He is faithful & just to forgive us our sins & to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." This truth is not just for those accepting Christ's salvation for the first time, it is a promise for every sin that every child of Christ commits. Isn't that great?
• He's the One I lean on when life gets hard. God never promised His children an easy life, in fact, He promised just the opposite. "Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, & persecute you, & shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, & be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven:" (Matthew 5:11-12). "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, & pray for them which despisefully use you, & persecute you: That ye may be the children of you Father which is in heaven:" (Matthew 5:44-45). My life verse promises that God works all the trials in my life for His glory: Romans 8:28 "And we know that all things work together for good, to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose."
• He's my Father... when I accepted Christ as my saviour, I became a child of the King of Kings. Like my physical father, David Lawson, my God "will supply all my needs according to His riches in glory." My earthly father gives everything he has to ensure that I have what I need, & sometimes, to give me what I want. Whether it's working two jobs, cooking a great meal, or staying up until 1 am to pick me up from work, my daddy takes care of me. Yes, he has rules that I must follow: helping around the house, dressing modestly, dating rules...but my God is the same way. God has given me a Book filled with instruction on how to live a godly life. The cool thing? My earthly daddy has the same heavenly Daddy. In the end, their motives are the same. "For I know the thoughts & plans that I have for you, says the LORD, thoughts & plans for welfare & peace & not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome" (Jeremiah 29:11 AMP).
• He's my friend... Ron Hamilton would say, "Jesus sticks closer than a brother, on His love I can depend. I know He never will forsake me...King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Conquering Son--though all of these, He's my very best friend." Proverbs 18:24 says, "...there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother" that friend is Christ. He is my friend because of all of the things already listed: my Father, my protector, my support, & the one I can confide in.
• the beginning & the end... Christ said it Himself in Revelation 22:13--"I am Alpha & Omega, the beginning & the end." Why not trust, believe, & serve the God that has always been?
• He rules the world with a staff and rod. God is my shepherd. I love this analogy because sheep are one of my favorite animals. My middle name, Rachele, means "precious lamb." Yes, it's true that sheep are stupid and must be led to food & water & sometimes wander off into peril on their own accord. But as humans, we are very much like sheep. Psalm 37:23-24 says, "The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: & He delighteth in His way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with His hand." God shows His children where to go, yet time & time again we wander away from the cool grass & refreshing spring because we think we know better.

I know this has been a long post, thanks for sticking in there. I just want to let you all know how great my God is. It's something that I never tire of talking about. Look out world, I'm going to accomplish great things 'cause my team consists of me and God.

reading rainbow

Come on, you know you watched the Reading Rainbow when you were little. And, now that I've mentioned it, the little jingle is stuck in your head, & remain there for the rest of the day. I guess that's what sparked reading for me--part of the song for the song says, "Butterfly in the sky, I can fly twice as high. Just take a look, it's in a book . . ."

I, unlike many of my college & high school friends, am still in school. No, I did not flunk a course, I chose to take a distance course from Maranatha to remain on schedule with my degree. The class: American Masterpieces. Rather than spend well over an hour writing a little about my favorite works so far, I'll resign to the method of Reading Rainbow by just suggesting that you choose some to read for yourself.

Some of the works I would suggest reading are:

• Ambrose Bierce: An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge This man has talent! This is one I would highly encourage each of you to read. Bierce skillfully writes a story that you can see taking place as you read. I would tell you more, but that would ruin his talented ending . . .
• Anne Bradstreet: To My Dear Children
• Kate Chopin: Desiree's Baby--ending marked by cruel irony
• Emily Dickenson: her poems have a morbid tone, but they speak to the heart
• Benjamin Franklin: The Way to Wealth--I love Ben Franklin's wit
• Nathaniel Hawthorne: Like Poe, his works are timeless. My two favorites are The Birth-Mark & The Scarlett Letter
• W. D. Howells: Editha--military service means something special to me. Howells has the talent of capturing the differing views of civillians when young men enlist into the military.
• Washington Irving: Rip Van Winkle--Irving captures time with his lazy man, Rip Van Winkle
• Edgar Allen Poe: The Raven--I LOVE Poe's work. The Raven is my favorite poem of his, but I love most of his works.

My favorite work of the summer is the piece of science fiction that I chose for my literary analysis paper: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Bradbury excellently crafts metaphors throughout his work. Metaphors of fire & mirrors. The futuristic world that Bradbury creates is believable and the consequences of his illiterate society are plausable. I suppose the theme that drew me to Fahrenheit 451 is the same theme that Reading Rainbow sought to engrain in me as a child: knowledge is power.

The excerpts that I have read this summer have been a rainbow of different writing styles. I'm so glad that I enrolled in my summer course. American literature has a colorful array of writing styles, themes, & characters. I can't wait to find more works to add to my already colorful reading rainbow.

Go ahead, pick up a book and read. After all, knowledge is power.