The Life of His Princess

Since last night I've had a song stuck in my head. The chosen song for over 24 hours? "Give me Jesus" Sung by Jeremy Camp. Here are the words.  In the morning, when I rise In the morning, when I rise In the morning, when I rise Give me Jesus Give me Jesus Give me Jesus You can have all this world Just give me Jesus When I am alone When I am alone Oh, when I am alone Give me Jesus Give me Jesus Give me Jesus You can have all this world Just give me Jesus   When I come to die When I come to die Oh, when I come to die Give me Jesus Give me Jesus Give me Jesus You can have all this world Just give me Jesus Give me Jesus Give me Jesus You can have all this world You can have all this world You can have all this world Just give me Jesus. These lyrics have spoke to my heart all day, I've found myself constantly humming them. When Life is crazier then crazy and stuff doesn't seem to be going how you thought you'd like it to go. And you have no idea which way...

I got up this morning at 7:45 to get ready for church, I was greeted at my bedroom door by my Dad, who had a phone in his hand. He looks at me and asked if I could play the piano (At least that's what *I* heard) And he then said to get ready to go ASAP because the Piano player was stuck at home due to the massive storm outside (Why did we go in then?! Anyways...). We got out of the house in under 30 min (my family of 5, my bros two friends that were over and our exchange student) And proceeded to barely make it into church. At this point I was still drinking coffee and was NOT awake. I believe I was asked a few questions that I don't think my answers to made any sense... Anyways we lost our drummer because his mom almost got stuck on the way home, and this was oh, 2 min before church? I had played through 2 of the songs before church so I was well, out of it. :p Church involved about 20 people max, considering we normally average around 80 :p yeah. Anyways, My parents were goin...

You are Lord, Lord of my life   Every day I lift you up high   I praise to you Lord   My God and my King   You reign in me for eternity   This is a love song to you   A song of praise to you lord   I kneel before your glorious throne   To show that I am yours alone   You are Lord, Lord of my life   Every day I lift you up high   I praise to you Lord   My God and my King   You reign in me for eternity   This is a love song to you   A song of praise to you lord   I kneel before your glorious throne   To show that I am yours alone   Hallelujah, I love you   Hallelujah, I love you   Hallelujah, I love you   Hallelujah, I love you   This is a love song to you   A song of praise to you lord   I kneel before your glorious throne   This is a love song to you   A song of praise to you lord   I kneel before your glorious throne   To show that I am yours alone...

"Is-is he a man?" asked Lucy    "Aslan a man!" said Mr. Beaver sternly. "Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Don't you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion--the Lion, the great Lion."     "Ooh!" said Susan, I'd thought he was a man. Is he--quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."    "That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver, "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."    "Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.    "Safe?" said Mr. Beaver; "don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course He isn't safe. But He's good. He's the King, I tell you." He is the Lion, the Creator King, and no, He is not safe. But He is incredibly good....

Jesus does not send perfume To linger in the air Instead He sends salvation, sweet To show how much He cares. He doesn’t bring me candy hearts In boxes of delight Instead He always lets me know I’m precious in His sight. He doesn’t send out pretty cards Trimmed in shades of red Instead He gave His life for me His precious blood was shed. He doesn’t hand out fancy gifts Like we would send to mother Instead He sends a message clear To always love each other. He doesn’t give me teddy bears That whimper, "please be mine" Instead He gave His heart to me I wear it all the time. He doesn’t give me roses, pink For all the world to see Instead He gave eternal life That’s good enough for me! (Author: Marilyn Ferguson)

Well, I've officially accepted an acceptance to a college. I'm not sure if there's a better way state that, but if there is no one ever told me! :p But since I've mailed back my rooming information sheet and signed Honor Code, it's all set in to a different level of reality. Like I mean, it feels.. "real" now. Like there's nothing more I can do to slow time down, it's coming whether I'm ready or not. I keep getting this intense desire to go through my boxes in storage, even though that's virtually impossible to do since I don't think our exchange student would overly appreciate me taking over her room for a week. :p Which makes me at least want to put it on a "To-Do List" but whats the chance I'd actually -FIND- that To-Do List come summer? I mean really? It would end up in a pile of school papers that accidentally gets thrown away I'm sure, or something of the sort.. knowing me. This spring seems to just be pillin...