Monthly Archives: August 2007

Wednesday August 29, 2007

    So there was this lady named Maryloo. As the Saturday night session was wrapping up, Mona asked me to find someone and go pray for maryloo. So I grab nina and we go to Maryloo. Maryloo said that she couldn’t her spine and her neck was killing her, and she had a hard time sitting in the seats without hurting excrusiantly.

    We prayed and Nina ask me to go and grab Tracy. Now at our last event, Tracy got healed. A creative miracle. She had a metal knee and now she has a real one. Brand new, straight from God.

    Anyway, Nina knew that the testimony of Jesus Christ is the something of prophecy, and Tracy had a MAJOR testimony of Jesus Christ. So we go back to praying and Maryloo gets delivered and healed. No more pain.

    Maryloo and I talk the next day, she was telling me how she couldn’t sit on the floor without being in enough pain to cry before, but she sat in the line for hours with no pain!

    But you really should have seen Tracy’s face after she heard that God healed Maryloo. She was just blown away that someone who she prayed for got healed.

God is so good.

And that is what I got this weekend.

Friday August 24, 2007

The Sons of Liberty wage war before war breaks out.

There are states that I only know from freeways, billboards in the night, and hotels that blend into one and another.

I want to drive a Jetway.

Thursday August 23, 2007

Just to feel the pain in your own fists and know you are alive.

To expel all the energy pent up in your body, to fall down exhausted and sleep.

To destroy something, and some how create.

To bring peace to your world, and calmness to your soul.

To know that you are just not a nobody, but a somebody.

Because the heightened state of readiness and security of your darkest secrets has worn you down and you just want to yell who you really are and what you really do at the top of your lungs

Tomorrow I leave. I am going to battle. I know that I will come back, but what happens if I don’t? This is war, ya know.

Have I been on the winning side, the battle doesn’t seem that is should be happening. What do I do if the war is already won?

I know am going to come back, but there are parts of me that I hope get killed.

I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
And wipe away the crimson stains
And dull the nail that still remains
More and more I need you now,
I owe you more each passing hour
Battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain,
And wash my feet and cleanse my pride
Take the selfish, take the weak,
And all the things I cannot hide
Take the beauty, take my tears
My sin-soaked heart – make it yours
Take my world all apart,
Take it now, take it now
And serve the ones that I despise
Speak the words I can’t deny
Watch the world I used to love
Fall to dust and blow away

Jesus my heart is all I have to give to You, so weak and so unworthy,
this simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough,
for Your body that was broken, how can this be enough?
by me You were abandoned, by me You were betrayed,
yet in Your arms and in Your heart forever I have stayed.