She's Back!

(QUESTION)
Have I already portrayed how hard it is to for me to get a blog started? Knowing that what ever I put, will undoubtedly be read by my dearest of friends. So the battle Undergo is this. . .

How Deep Do I get?(Robert)
How Dirty Do I Get?(Levi)
How Pointless do I get? (Gypsies)
Or do I Just Mix Them All Into One Super Post? (Teddy)

(ANSWER)
Warning...Here comes that freaking Woman....
Whether It Be Writing a blog, public speaking, or even leading worship, the trick that I have found to overcome any situation is to follow that "Freaking Woman/Your Heart"

Now I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but I would like to leave you with this.

I have the tendency to fear and worry about decisions that I have to make about my life. Times that I've been put in the position of leadership and what I'm suppose to do with that. And every time i stop and listen to the Lord and to what he is ministering to my heart, I receive that leading and anointing (if you will). That my friends is the answer I have found...

BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.


The Lord has been ministering In a powerful way this week, and i will be blogging about that here soon. This is just an appetizers:)

To Kill A Robin Bird

Now I know this may not be what your looking for, but it is my latest piece of work in my English class… Enjoy!


It was yet another beautiful breathtaking day out on the farm. The birds were singing, the tractor was plowing, the hens were laying, and the goats were giving birth with the helpful hand of little Sam McVay. Life was easy on the farm; it was just you, your family, and no social life what so ever, except for the occasional chicken butchering get together. On this particular day I had stooped to a level of hunting fever that to this day I regret. It was the day that I had the drive of a man, who despite all obstacles was going to accomplish his mission, and the compassion of a woman, who had done something completely regrettable.

It all started when I heard those exciting yet degrading words from my older brother,“Hey Steve, lets go kill stuff!”. Now this is more or less how it started. We rushed out the door, grabbing our sling shots ,and eating what ever was in our hands at the moment. He went his way I went mine, yet we both had the same destination, DEATH!

I began looking about for the nearest bird that I could ever so lovingly put to his misery. Me being the persistent man that I am, locked my eye the bird of my choice, blocked out all other distractions, and began my quest! I began flying stones at (what probably deserved it do to an evil crime committed during an earlier bird feeding frenzy that morning) the bird. After about an hour of restlessly chasing this bird with nothing but my slingshot and a few stones, it was the very picture David and Goliath itself, I finally brought this beast to its knees.

Now I don’t want to get to detailed, but to stay accurate with the story I must reveal the full truth. I then proceeded with a funeral fit for a King, where there may or may not have been tears wept by the funeral administrator.

THE END