ok...wow, i guess i need to update:). um...well whats been happenning? well im supposed to go help out with Coats For the Cold tomorrow. and hopefully i'll get to go with Tyler and his fam to see Madagascar 2!!! i really hope i can go. um.....we had trunk-or-treat @ the church on halloween and we dont know how many came through, but im gonna guess that it was more than last year. it was really awesome, i had a blast.....um....right now im about to watch Kung-Fu Panda, and that movie is HILARIOUS! i love it.....uh....did anyone hear about Phil Fulmer resigning at the end of the season????? i think thats just too funny. mama figured out that who ever she dresses up for on halloween something bad happens to them, like last year she dressed up as Dog-The Bounty Hunter's wife, Beth, and then a few days later, his show got discontinued for a while. this year she dressed up as "Phat Phil" and he's now resigning!!!...wonder who she'll dress up as next year?? any suggestions? well im out.
~Holli~

A Teenagers View of Heaven

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day . He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him." Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at ." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I
don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."-John 3:16.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13.
My "People I shared the gospel with " file just got bigger, how about yours?

ok, i know i promised pictures but im to lazy to bother with that so if you wanna see pix then you can go to my mom's blog. um....so like mama, i really hope you're reading this cuz i REALLY wanna go!!!!!

please please please please please!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!

IM 15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM 15!?!?!?!?!?!? i can not believe it. i have had an AWESOME day. awesome time @ church.....awesome time @ RED LOBSTER (yes, awesomeness) awesome time @ home. and more awesomeness later on @ church. not only because i am turning 15, but also because i get to spend the day with Tyler :D. ill put pix on later.

wow. its been a long time since ive blogged :D. um, i went to co-op yesterday. had a great time. we had crazy clothes day, not many kids knew about it though, so it was me, Becca, and my sisters & mama that was dressed in crazy clothes. cant wait till next week. dunno what clothes we're gonna wear then. here's some pix of it.........they're kinda mixed up, so........here ya go

Your Hands

Your hands are precious.
Your hands are scarred.
Your hands are torn.
Your hands bled.
Your hands are holy.
Your hands comfort me.
Your hands love.
Your hands carry me.
Your hands stretch out to me.
Your hands hold my heart.
Your hands protect me.
Your hands healed the blind.
Your hands raised the dead.
Your hands turned water into wine.
Your hands hold me.
Your hands wiped my tears away.
Your hands catch my tears when they fall.
Your hands pull me back up.
Your hands break my many falls.
Your hands had nails driven through them.
And with each pound of the hammer on those nails,
You thought of me.
Your hands bled for me.
Your hands are always there.
Your hands restore me.
Your hands are so precious.
Your hands..........they hold mine.
Author~Unknown

Thanks Kimmy

i thougth this was a really cool email that i got.

The ex-cheerleader (age 19) in the picture below was watching a road that led to a NATO
military base when she observed a man digging by the road. She engaged the target, and
she shot him. Turned out he was a bomb maker for the Taliban and he was burying an IED
that was to be detonated when a US patrol walked by 30 minutes later. It would have certainly
killed and wounded several soldiers.

The interesting fact of this story is the shot was measured at 725 yards. She shot him as
he was bent over burying the bomb. The shot struck him in the butt blowing him into the bomb
which detonated. He was blown to pieces.

The Air Force made a motivational poster of her. (See below) Her name is Kimmy. To you, Kimmy, we say, HOO-AH! Thanks for your service. :-)

Jim ReedMunitions & Explosives Safety Specialist, NTC

Ft. Irwin, CA

Patty's house! oh yeah!!!! partay!!

ok, well last thursday me and my fam went to Patty's house. and we had a great time! after we got there we went to Red Lobster!! the next day we just hung out and goofed off. but saturday came too soon. thats the day we left, and im looking forward to seeing them again! here's some pics.

camp!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, i went to camp this last week. and here's what all i did!
Day 1: got there! took a nice long ride n Leigh Anns car. had a blast listening to Tobymac, Hawk Nelson, Time Warp, Grits, and camp cd (all awesome music), too random pitures of each other. laughed until our sides hurt......(ect...) then when we finally got there, we got ambushed by counsellers that had a water hose and water noodles (yikes). then we went to get settled in our rooms. then went to the worship building (meaning we had to climb the mountain) then separated into our small groups. after that we wnt back to the rooms, prettied ourselves up (us girls did, anyways) then went to supper. cant remember what we had. but it was good, im sure of that. then we went to worship and ha an awesome time. then went to bed. (there might have been some stuff i left out, but who cares?)
Day 2: woke up. took a shower, got all prettied up, went to breakfast. we had bacon (love bacon) eggs, buiscuts, yogurt and some other food that tasted good.then we went back to the room and did our TAWG's (Time Alone With God). then we went to morning cel(abration). after that we went into our big groups (high schooland middleschol groups) and then went to small groups. then went to lunch, had food (cant remember what it was). then we went to our POI's (Point Of Interest) i had horseback riding, but it was pouring down rain so i couldnt do it (which really stinks) so instead we went into the worship building and played indoor games. then we went to lunch, then went to the rooms and basically spent our free time in there. then went to supper (it was good, thats all i can remember). then we went to worship and had an awesome time (of course, why wouldnt we ave a fun time praising the LORD?) then hung out at the shack and had a little free time to hang out and meet new people. then went to bed! and slept...sleep is SO awesome. i dont know one person that doesnt like it!
Day 3: woke up, took a shower, got dressed added a little make up to my sloppy-ness. then went down to breakfast, had some good food. you know, the kind you eat. then went back to the room and did my TAWG. then went to morning cel. went to .....well you know all of this, so i will skip to my POI.....ok, what i did for a POI on this day was climbing, they have this huge 50 foot tower called "Tango Tower" and i did this last year. i climped a ropes course but couldnt pull myself up on the platform on top. so this year i wanted to acomplish that. so thats what i did, i made it to the top. and got back down w/o killing myself or panicing ('course, why would i panic, i mean its ONLY 50 feet). i also found a tiny little frog the size of my pinky nail, which was really cool.
Day 4: im just gonna skip all of the stuff you know about and jump right to my POI. i had messy games this day. and the 1st game we did was ice cream sundae. we used chocolate syrup, shaving cream (whip cream) ketchup (strawberry sauce) mustard (carmel sauce) and flour to make us white like vanilla ice cream. after that we played the hair syle game. and we used shavig cream, nacho cheese (nasty) and peanut butter.i had a horn on the top of my head. and i have taken 2 showers since then, and my hair still smells like nacho cheese. after that we had......SLURGE FEST!!!!!!!! (and the crowd goes wild!!!!!) we got ALL muddy, i had it in my mouth, my hair, my eyes.......it was every where. basically what we did was play around in a mud pit for a few minutes, and it was awesome!
Day 5: going home, we woke up and did the usual, with some packing and cleaning added, we went to small groups went to worship, then went home. had a fun time coming home took like 2 naps and everything. tons of fun, hope i can go back next year and have another year of awesomeness! ok, time for me to go to bed!

ok, since i have nothing else to do and ive been told by my mama that i need to update my blog.....im gonna update my blog. (happy?) uhm.........something to talk about......tomorrow is field day at co-op never done one at co-op and the last field day i did was like in 5th grade. um........Lydia and Becca were in a play called "Time Warp" they did a really good job on that......and now i have a song in my head that they had in the play........um..........ok i cant think of anything else to post so im gonna put a few random pictures on here.
Miley passed out.
OMG, mom's ironing!!!!really cool pic of me looking really coolmy awesome purple slipper that has bling on itmy totally awesome "bro", Connor and my........cool....little sister.....Lydia (that was really hard for me to say.......)

prom pictures

k, i had TONS of fun at prom (just incase yall wanted to know, lol) it was in the Sun Sphere (so awesome) we were on the 6th floor, but we kept on going down to the balcony b/c it was so hot up there.me in John's awesome hat and im wearing Tyler's bow tie, you cant really see it, you can see it in the next pic though, but they both looked awesome on me. and im gonna get me a hat like that. Jeramiah, me and Tyler out on the balcony (like my bow tie?)
Jeramiah and Tony (2 of my "brothers") Tony needs to slow down on the cokes next time

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!!!!!!!! (surprise!) Katie and Hannah in their awesome dresses
Becca, Katie Hannah and Jeramiah in an awesome pose that i bet i could never pull off.

Prom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tonight is prom, and i am sooooooooooooo excited. im gonna put pictures on here. i a little (only a little) nervous, im hoping i dont fall on my face (very likely for me, even though im not gonna be in heels) its gonna be in the Sun Sphere, ive never been in that, so thats cool. its gonna be from 7:00-12:00.......then i have to wake up at 6:00 the next morning, but its worth it. i cant wait.......but i have to wait a little longer.........uhm, i got my hair highlighted blonde. mom scared Tyler and Becca by telling them that it messed up and it turned my hair green.....and they believed her. yeah that was hilarious. mom's worse than a teenager. (im sorry Becca and Tyler, i just had to tell everyone)

hm..........

i cant think of anything to talk about...........im watching Alvin and the Chipmunks, its pretty good so far.........they're so cute!! have you ever seen this movie? this is the first time for me to see it, dad's first time too. my mom and sisters have seen it tho.......

k, like im soooooooo happy right now, i got my laptop fixed, and got it back today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im soooooooooo excited!!! and it works great, i found out that my cord has a short in it, so im using my dad's cord from his comp until i get a new one.........but other than that, im HAPPY!!!!!! (can you tell that im happy?) lol

more Beauty and the Beast pix

Me sitting in a chair after a game of tag in this scene Gaston was pronouncing that Belle was to marry him, of course she flattly refuses.
Paige (Annalee) and Honey (Lydia) were crying b/c Gaston was proposing to Belle and not them
Jacob played the part of Chip, and did an awesome job at it too. Lydia played Honey the Bread seller
Elijah and Josiah were sitting on one of the set pieces and it was too hard to resist not to get a picture of these 2 little cuties.

Beauty and the Beast pix

Abigail played the part of Fluffy the dog, thats a footstool. (she likes to get the parts of animals) this is a scene with most of the castle characters and Maurice.

this scene is where Gaston (Connor) is trying to decide on how to get Belle to marry him. Ryan played the part of Lefou (Gaston's sidekick, i guess thats what you could call him) and Caleb played the part of Goon (they couldnt come up with a better name for him) This scene is me (Belle) talking to my Papa (Brant).
in one scene Belle and the Beast start fighting, and we (me and Destry) yelled at each other, it was alot of fun.