Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above!
Here's my heart, O! take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above!
and....
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea
A great high Priest whose name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tounge can bid me thence depart
When satan tempts me to despair
A tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end to all my sin
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the just is satisfied
To look on HIm and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me
Behold Him there the risen Lord
My perfect spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I Am
The King of glory and of grace
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
feeling forgetful...
I'm missing japan and all the friends I made there so so so much right now, it's hard to explain. I'm forgetting too much, for my taste. I don't like that one bit. I know it will make the eventual reunion all the sweeter. But for right now... it really hurts. *optomistic self says* Ah, cheer up bucko! Be thankful you had them in the first place!.................................... :D................ :'\
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Another night...it's still rainy..
More karate practice! WOOT!!! I love karate! and I should be testing very soon. After that, the next belt will be...... *drum roll* ......Black belt!!! yahooo! Getting so close...
Note to self: get off pc now! lightning! don't want a repeat...^^;
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Working on a new story....
I am tired of it rainging every day and keeping me from filming, so I read. And I have started to write some. This is part of what I have thus far...
Seeker
Chapter One
There seemed no way out.
Darkness covered the expanse. Every wall hidden by the inky, black curtain of shadowy void. Its companions were almost as bad. The slippery, sharp, calcified stone from years of dripping mineral water made up the floor. When there had been water, that is. And the musty, stale air was almost unbearable. But darkness, the impenetrable darkness, was the worst of these.
The unknown is always the most excruciating, Elise thought to herself in the still abyss. Whoever said, “What you don’t know can’t hurt you,” obviously was never stuck under tons of rock beneath a ‘recently’ discovered ruin.
She had no idea how long she had been there. Had it been hours? Minutes? The darkness around her offered no answer.
I need to look some more. There has to be a way out.
Her hands stung from blindly groping the rough walls for what seemed like days. She didn’t have to see to know there were long, red cuts along her palms and purple bruises where she had stubbed her fingers on craggy, jutting rocks. She cautiously got up, amazed again at how hard it was to keep her balance without the use of her eyes.
“Get a hold of yourself, Woman. It’s the same as when you close your eyes to sleep at night,” she said aloud for comfort more than anything. But at least there’s the assurance that you will see again in the morning, she argued back to herself.
And then, for what was probably the hundredth time, she reached into her messenger bag and pulled out her lighter. Her friends had always laughed at her for carrying it. “You don’t smoke,” they would say. And she would reply in turn that, “You never know when you might need one.”
Click. Click.
Nothing.
A lot of good it did you, she thought.
She held it tightly in her hand. It was a comfort. It was something solid other than sharp stone. And, although it was broken from the fall, it felt like a lifeline. Silently, she thanked the Lord again that it was the only thing broken. How far had she fallen, anyway? Surely it couldn’t have been that far. Had it been nine feet? Twenty? Either way though, it was far enough that even if she jumped, she could not feel the newly made ceiling of fallen rock.
Of all times for there to be an earthquake.
She shook her head, smiling at the absurdity. There hasn’t been an earthquake in this area for a hundred years. Of all times, she thought with a smile. “Lord, please, again I beg you, help me find a way out.” There has to be a way out, She added to herself. Why, the very fact that I’m breathing means there has to be some way for oxygen to get in, otherwise… she didn’t want to finish that thought.
She wouldn’t finish that thought.
She refused to. That would be like admitting defeat. And to Elizabeth Page, defeat was out of the question. In her mind, it didn’t exist. She was too determined, too stubborn, to believe that any question, or any situation for that matter, couldn’t be solved. It was like a puzzle. All one had to do was find all the pieces and things would fall into place. That was the ultimate goal, the challenge. And to Elizabeth, known as Elise by those closest to her, the greater the challenge the better.
Where there is a will, there is a way, she smiled to herself at the thought. “Think, Elise, air has to be getting in somehow.” She looked up, “Not the ceiling, otherwise there would be light. So it has to be along a wall.” Unconsciously, she rubbed her bruised and swollen fingers together.
Think about where you are, Elize, a voice in her head whispered.
Think about where I am? she replied. I am in the middle of a Belizean jungle. Under the ruins of some dead civilization’s temple. Probably work of the Mayans… She started at the sudden thought.
Mayans… “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that before!” she nearly shouted to the black stillness. A piece to the puzzle.
What is this place, the voice said.
What could this place be? What were the Mayans known for? she closed her eyes and scrambled her brain for the information she had spent hours, days, years learning. Use your book worm skills, Elise. What could this dank hole be? A place for storage? Too deep and narrow. Too deep and…
Her eyes shot open.
A well.
The last piece of the puzzle. What were the Mayans known for, she sank to her knees and immediately started searching the hard, cold floor. She brushed her palms along the edge of the wall. She worked her way to the middle, feeling for something, anything. A slight change in the texture of the ground. A break in the calcified floor. She stopped. Moved passed and felt back to the spot again. The ground was indented. Not by much and not more than a foot and a half wide. And in the middle, a small hole, barely big enough to fit a finger. But it was a hole sure enough. She breathed a sigh of relief.
A drain.
What were the Mayans famous for?
Their aqueducts, she answered herself. They had been famous for making underground water tunnels that led for miles from the mountains, downhill to their humble cities. She stuck her finger in. The plate was barely an inch thick. She tugged. Nothing. It didn’t budge. Years of mineral drip had encased a shell of salt along the edges no doubt. She sat down and moved her legs in front of her. Raising her feet up, she then brought them down like a hammer. Once. Twice. Three times.
Crack.
“Thank goodness I wore these shoes.” The hard plated soles were ideal for hiking, or as she liked to put it, exploring. And now it seemed they were perfect tools for escaping.
She felt along the drain again. A distinct line, a break, ran along the length of the plate. She tugged again.
It moved.
She tried twisting it. Using all her strength, she twisted, her bruised fingers screaming pain up her arm and through her entire body.
And then, the plate gave way. She relaxed her tensed muscles and looked down. If it was possible, it seemed even darker down there. She put the plate to the side and hung her feet into the hole.
No bottom.
She slid a little further over the edge.
Still, no sign of solid ground. Icy fingers of fear gripped her heart. She was immobilized. Cold beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. The dark hole reeked of nauseating odors. What is down there?
What are you doing, Elise? the voice gently asked.
“I’m afraid,” she said, surprised at the shakiness of her own voice. It’s the unknown that is always most excruciating, she added in her mind. The dank, musty well she was in suddenly seemed so inviting compared to this ominous, bottomless pit.
Why are you sitting there? the voice kindly soothed. God has provided the way, now where is your will?
What am I doing? Elise thought. Sitting here will do me no good. He has answered my prayer. He has given me a way, and I’m too scared to use it.
Have faith, the voice whispered.
Faith, Elise repeated. Then, closing her eyes she said, “Lord, give me strength.” And with that she slid off into the dark abyss.
Seeker
Chapter One
There seemed no way out.
Darkness covered the expanse. Every wall hidden by the inky, black curtain of shadowy void. Its companions were almost as bad. The slippery, sharp, calcified stone from years of dripping mineral water made up the floor. When there had been water, that is. And the musty, stale air was almost unbearable. But darkness, the impenetrable darkness, was the worst of these.
The unknown is always the most excruciating, Elise thought to herself in the still abyss. Whoever said, “What you don’t know can’t hurt you,” obviously was never stuck under tons of rock beneath a ‘recently’ discovered ruin.
She had no idea how long she had been there. Had it been hours? Minutes? The darkness around her offered no answer.
I need to look some more. There has to be a way out.
Her hands stung from blindly groping the rough walls for what seemed like days. She didn’t have to see to know there were long, red cuts along her palms and purple bruises where she had stubbed her fingers on craggy, jutting rocks. She cautiously got up, amazed again at how hard it was to keep her balance without the use of her eyes.
“Get a hold of yourself, Woman. It’s the same as when you close your eyes to sleep at night,” she said aloud for comfort more than anything. But at least there’s the assurance that you will see again in the morning, she argued back to herself.
And then, for what was probably the hundredth time, she reached into her messenger bag and pulled out her lighter. Her friends had always laughed at her for carrying it. “You don’t smoke,” they would say. And she would reply in turn that, “You never know when you might need one.”
Click. Click.
Nothing.
A lot of good it did you, she thought.
She held it tightly in her hand. It was a comfort. It was something solid other than sharp stone. And, although it was broken from the fall, it felt like a lifeline. Silently, she thanked the Lord again that it was the only thing broken. How far had she fallen, anyway? Surely it couldn’t have been that far. Had it been nine feet? Twenty? Either way though, it was far enough that even if she jumped, she could not feel the newly made ceiling of fallen rock.
Of all times for there to be an earthquake.
She shook her head, smiling at the absurdity. There hasn’t been an earthquake in this area for a hundred years. Of all times, she thought with a smile. “Lord, please, again I beg you, help me find a way out.” There has to be a way out, She added to herself. Why, the very fact that I’m breathing means there has to be some way for oxygen to get in, otherwise… she didn’t want to finish that thought.
She wouldn’t finish that thought.
She refused to. That would be like admitting defeat. And to Elizabeth Page, defeat was out of the question. In her mind, it didn’t exist. She was too determined, too stubborn, to believe that any question, or any situation for that matter, couldn’t be solved. It was like a puzzle. All one had to do was find all the pieces and things would fall into place. That was the ultimate goal, the challenge. And to Elizabeth, known as Elise by those closest to her, the greater the challenge the better.
Where there is a will, there is a way, she smiled to herself at the thought. “Think, Elise, air has to be getting in somehow.” She looked up, “Not the ceiling, otherwise there would be light. So it has to be along a wall.” Unconsciously, she rubbed her bruised and swollen fingers together.
Think about where you are, Elize, a voice in her head whispered.
Think about where I am? she replied. I am in the middle of a Belizean jungle. Under the ruins of some dead civilization’s temple. Probably work of the Mayans… She started at the sudden thought.
Mayans… “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that before!” she nearly shouted to the black stillness. A piece to the puzzle.
What is this place, the voice said.
What could this place be? What were the Mayans known for? she closed her eyes and scrambled her brain for the information she had spent hours, days, years learning. Use your book worm skills, Elise. What could this dank hole be? A place for storage? Too deep and narrow. Too deep and…
Her eyes shot open.
A well.
The last piece of the puzzle. What were the Mayans known for, she sank to her knees and immediately started searching the hard, cold floor. She brushed her palms along the edge of the wall. She worked her way to the middle, feeling for something, anything. A slight change in the texture of the ground. A break in the calcified floor. She stopped. Moved passed and felt back to the spot again. The ground was indented. Not by much and not more than a foot and a half wide. And in the middle, a small hole, barely big enough to fit a finger. But it was a hole sure enough. She breathed a sigh of relief.
A drain.
What were the Mayans famous for?
Their aqueducts, she answered herself. They had been famous for making underground water tunnels that led for miles from the mountains, downhill to their humble cities. She stuck her finger in. The plate was barely an inch thick. She tugged. Nothing. It didn’t budge. Years of mineral drip had encased a shell of salt along the edges no doubt. She sat down and moved her legs in front of her. Raising her feet up, she then brought them down like a hammer. Once. Twice. Three times.
Crack.
“Thank goodness I wore these shoes.” The hard plated soles were ideal for hiking, or as she liked to put it, exploring. And now it seemed they were perfect tools for escaping.
She felt along the drain again. A distinct line, a break, ran along the length of the plate. She tugged again.
It moved.
She tried twisting it. Using all her strength, she twisted, her bruised fingers screaming pain up her arm and through her entire body.
And then, the plate gave way. She relaxed her tensed muscles and looked down. If it was possible, it seemed even darker down there. She put the plate to the side and hung her feet into the hole.
No bottom.
She slid a little further over the edge.
Still, no sign of solid ground. Icy fingers of fear gripped her heart. She was immobilized. Cold beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. The dark hole reeked of nauseating odors. What is down there?
What are you doing, Elise? the voice gently asked.
“I’m afraid,” she said, surprised at the shakiness of her own voice. It’s the unknown that is always most excruciating, she added in her mind. The dank, musty well she was in suddenly seemed so inviting compared to this ominous, bottomless pit.
Why are you sitting there? the voice kindly soothed. God has provided the way, now where is your will?
What am I doing? Elise thought. Sitting here will do me no good. He has answered my prayer. He has given me a way, and I’m too scared to use it.
Have faith, the voice whispered.
Faith, Elise repeated. Then, closing her eyes she said, “Lord, give me strength.” And with that she slid off into the dark abyss.
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