Monday, November 19, 2007

Family Camping Trip
















In October we went camping for two nights with my side of the family. We went to an area near the Buffalo River called Kapark. We had a fun time- out in the middle of nowhere! We hiked the Glory Hole hiking trail, cooked lots of great food, and just hung out and enjoyed eachother. The girls really enjoyed it as well. The first morning Julie woke up and said, "We can't go home yet...I like camping!"


Song: "My Jesus"

Amy- I copied the song lyrics from your blog site. I love the words of this song- really gets down to the heart and makes sure I'm in check with what's really important in life.


My Jesus ~ by Todd Agnew

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ,
Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sands

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that You follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we’d recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He’d prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus
Not a posterchild for American prosperity,
but like my Jesus

You see I’m tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus
but I’m not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You,
love like You but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like My Jesus

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Fall Festival















Wednesday night Julie dressed up as a ballerina and Alyson as a little leopard. Our church hosted a Fall Festival where many kids in costumes came. There was lots of games, candy and loads of fun!