Dancing

Let me, let me, dance before You
In the beauty You bestow
I may not be earthly pretty
But before your Face I glow

Let me show my heart with motion
Let my body join my soul
Let my spirit sing emotion
Let my glory in You grow

So I will dance, yes,
I will fly
I will sway and weave and swing and glorify

I will run, beneath Your
Beautiful night sky
I will dance, I will fly.

Jesus, you have all emotion
You have all strength, all might
You are keeper of all beauty
Everything my heart delights

All to your sweet love releasing
All my body, all my life
I am jumping off that mountain
Into the waterfall of Christ

And I will dance,
I will fly
I will swirl and spin and sing and glorify

I will run
Beneath Your beautiful free sky
I will dance; I will fly

Creme De La Creme

Worth Dying For

What is the meaning of loneliness?

What does it mean to be lonely? To feel acutely the need to be known, perhaps. But what is the meaning of loneliness? Is there a bigger meaning than just the feeling?

Maybe it's the fact that we are never alone. Our choices never affect only our own lives, our lives never affect only our own soul. We are a part of one another--of every other life on this earth--whether we choose it or not.

I wonder what Jesus thought about loneliness. How he understood it; how he felt it. He was always in intimate contact with the Father.

Except for those hours on the cross. There he experienced probably the most acute loneliness anyone ever could. To be rejected by men, deserted by His friends, and then: His Father turned away. But He endured for joy.

And the joy that was set before Him was me. You. Us. Every human being that ever lived under this sun, under the toil of life on this earth.

Who, for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross...

So we could know the ultimate solution to our loneliness, a friend Who never leaves and is able to reach inside and understand, even commune with, the most intimate parts of our souls.

That's a love worth acceptance.
An offer that just can't be turned down.
That's a God worth dying for.

Jesus, please give me your courage.

So what do YOU think?

I've heard and read varying opinions on the book "The Shack." I want to know what you all think! Have you read it? If so, did you find it doctrinally unsound, sound, inspirational, outrageous....what was your reaction and what is your opinion?

I haven't read it yet, and would dearly love to hear your thoughts.

Awaiting comments,
MillieJo

Say Something

I guess there are probably people...maybe one person...out there waiting for me to say something.
Here it is: SOMETHING.
Just kidding.
But seriously.

I think I may go back to school, and finish that English degree I dropped like a hot potatoe.
Thursday I'm visiting a Christian College.
I hope I like it.

Ok, this post is LAME.
The next one won't be the SAME.

Are there rocks AHEAD?
If there are, we'll all be DEAD.

...anybody want a PEANUT???

Cardboard Testimonies from West Africa

I know some of these people!!! Kinda long, I know, but worth watching.

Brayma

Brayma. What will become of you? You are so handsome, so much like your father. He is seeking, searching, he is beginning to follow. You are young, sweet, spoiled. You know the Arabic words of the call to prayer by heart. You know what it means to be a Muslim.

Will you see the desire for God in your father? Will you learn truth from him? What will you choose to believe?

Brayma? Are you well? Have you been injured while you work? Do you have malaria? If you get sick, who will take you to the doctor? You are too old to go for free. I hope your father is willing to spend his money on you. Brayma, make sure that you watch out for your little brothers and sisters. Don't ever hit girls, but protect them. And Brayma, remember that Yesu loves you. He always will. You can always go to Him. He has the answers. He knows how it feels to hurt. He's worth trusting, even more than your dad. And I know that you have a faithful man for your father. Don't forget to say thank you to him. Listen to what he says to you.

I don't know if you know it, but I love you. I'm not sure I knew I love you before, in time to tell you. But I do. I'm over here in America, loving you. But someone loves you more: Yesu.

Brayma, Irikoy ma konda cimi ni se. Cimi, da cimibeeri, da bani, da bina kani.
Irikoy ma konda baafuna da fonda hanno ni se. Nda Brayma, ni ma maa Yesu waati kang a ci haykulu ni se. Ni maa. Zama Yesu go ga ni ba gumo, oho, baa soho.