Blood of the Lamb

Are your garments all spotless?
Are they white as the snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Is your soul all spotless?
Is it clean as the snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

I am washed, yes I'm washed
I am washed in the blood
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb

I'm all clean I'm all spotless
I'm all pure like the snow
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb

Have you laid down your burdens?
Have you found peace and rest?
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

I've laid down all my troubles
I've found peace and rest
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb

Have you learned to love your neighbors?
Of all colors, creeds and kinds?
Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

I've learned to love my peoples
Of all colors, creeds, and kinds
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb

I am washed, yes I'm washed
I am washed in the blood
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb

I'm all clean I'm all spotless
And I'm pure like the snow
I'm all washed in the blood of the lamb

rainbow bookcase

well, i unpacked all my books. some of which were still in boxes from my previous move, and never unpacked!

and i got the bright idea (pun not intended, ha) to organize my books by 'red shelf, orange shelf, yellow shelf, green shelf, blue shelf purple shelf'.

it worked out that i had more of some colors than others, and i wanted my baskets strewn throughout, so i graded each color and blended them between shelves..... today, i'm crosseyed!

my reading nook:neutrals and yellow-to-oranges:
oranges and red-to-violets (several orange books had blue on the spines also, so they are all over the right side next to the 'blue' shelf'), black books below:
'rainbow' (multicolor) books, then green-t0-bluegreen:
blues and purples, and a whole shelf for my concordance and a few black/grey extras:
here is the flow of colors:
think it shows some of my OCD tendencies? :P

hock a 'roni?

ferget hockin' a loogie, how bout hockin' a pepperoni?!

yesterday i was at a friends for lunch, we had pepperoni pizza.

at one point i started coughing then choking on my mouthful, and kinda snorted somehow, and suddenly had PAIN in the back of my nose.... after i stopped coughing i tried blowing my nose, which made it worse, so i tried 'snuffin' my nose, back toward my throat, y'know?

and eventually something came out of my nose, down my throat. it felt squarish and tasted of pepperoni. and the pain was 95% gone.

today, every now and then, i smell a 'vomit' smell.

could i have rotting pepperoni juices or pizza sauce or even cheese... in my sinuses?!?

oy. :)

i had a thought.... imagine that?!

i had a thought last night... pretty much fleshed out... and that thought was this:

'What-ifs' result only in the conjuring of the obscuring mists of fictions; aside from storytelling, they have no place in the mind of the believer resolved to stand firm in the clear and vivid reality of eternal Truth, openly bathed in salvation's Light.

deeeeep.

good golly miss molly....

my blog roll is becoming a veritable blogger roller derby... must fix that. move my craft blogs over to my... um, er, craft blog..... lol. haven't touched it for a while! :)

Bindingly Ob(li)vious...

damn good address for a rat....

there's a line of a song ('hoist that rag' by tom waits) that keeps going through my head:

"The sun is up the world is flat
Damn good address for a rat"

the song is poetry, the life of a pirate. ...the two lines i quoted speak to me of a recognition of one's innate depravity, and the unmerited love and grace God bestows on us, while we are yet sinners... pirates... rats. i love how God can speak to us through the most un-spiritual of songs!!! lol



...i look up and see the blue skies, and think, 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i look up and see the majestic dark clouds and electric sky, and sigh, 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i swim fresh in a cool lake, and breathe, 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i look around my comfortable home and realize, 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i hold the hand of a 'mom' who loves me, and i whisper through my tears, 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i worship with my brothers and sisters, and thank God for this fellowship, a 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i breathe a breath of air in my lungs, i'm alive... 'damn good address for a rat'...

...i'm destined for heaven. that's one 'damn good address for a rat'!!!

"oh i know i've been changed... the angels in heaven done signed my name"... (skip ahead to 25 seconds to pass over the dubbed intro). :)

ECOS laundry detergent severely aggravated my asthma

Ecos laundry detergent has proven to be *extremely* aggravating for my asthma. i've rewashed and rinsed the load i did with this stuff 4 times - with products that are safe for me: other detergent, stain remover, borax, even 2 cups of vinegar! - to try to get the scent out (magnolia and lily essential oils)... to no avail. and yes, i used the amount of detergent recommended for the load.

besides the $18 i spent on the bottle, i'm going to have to throw the entire load of laundry in the garbage, which means replacing almost all of my underwear and several towels, cloths, and pillowcases. :(

natural does not necessarily mean non-toxic. and this crap is extremely toxic for me.

this is exactly what the bottle i got from canadian tire looked like:



Ecos website.

asthmatics beware.

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edit: want something safe? i heartily recommend Nature Clean laundry liquid or powder.
and their stain remover. and their dish soap. and their dishwasher gel. and their dishwasher rinse agent. and their household disinfectant. and their toilet bowl cleaner. and their.......

asthma aggravation

oy.

i got a new laundry detergent today, all natural, the only scent being essential oils.... well, it's so strong, i've re-washed the load 3 times to try to get out the scent, and it aggravated my asthma badly. i had to put the bottle in a garbage bag and open my windows and leave the house. the washer is running again as i write.

i was going to go to a movie with a friend tonight, but when we got to the theatre, there was a lineup already (cheap night), and just the smell of everybodys..... scents of various sorts.... was enough for me to know i couldn't go it.

so we wandered around town instead, and i only realized when we were finally headed back to my place [to drop me off... to clarify, there's *no* solo inter-gender visiting in private for me!] that his clothes had a fairly strong scent to them... which is why i was coughing and wheezy the whole time.

this after a weekend of coping with asthma flares due to bug dope and the occasional plastic/garbage put on the campfire by someone ignorant of the toxicity of it all.... *sighs*

got prayer for it on sunday morning at the campout 'service'.... but since coming home, it's been aggravated even more than usual!!!.... *sighs*

When you know

(extra capitalizations mine... to show where my focus is :) )

When you know
that you know
Who you love,
you can't deny it.

Or go back,
or give up,
or pretend
that you don't buy it.

When it's clear this
time you've found the One,
you'll never let Him go
Cos you know
and you know
that you know.

When you feel
in your skin
in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart,
there's no way
you can wait till tomorrow.

When there isn't any
doubt about it
once you come this close
Cos you know
and you know
that you know.

You can feel
Love's around you
like the sky 'round blue
This is how Love has found you,
now you know what to do.

When you know
that you know
Who you need,
you can't deny it.
Or go back,
or give up,
or pretend
that you don't buy it.
When it's clear this time you've
found the One, you'll
never let Him go
Cos you know
and you know that you know.

And it's time
you come in
from the cold.
aaah...
And you know
that you know.

thought provoking thoughts on sanity and madness

"Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion, like the physical exhaustion of Mr. Holbein. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits."
~ G.K. Chesterton (source)

well thought out, doncha think?

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edit: just have to add this: (same source)

"The last thing that can be said of a lunatic is that his actions are causeless. If any human acts may loosely be called causeless, they are the minor acts of a healthy man; whistling as he walks; slashing the grass with a stick; kicking his heels or rubbing his hands. It is the happy man who does the useless things; the sick man is not strong enough to be idle. It is exactly such careless and causeless actions that the madman could never understand; for the madman (like the determinist) generally sees too much cause in everything. The madman would read a conspiratorial significance into those empty activities. He would think that the lopping of the grass was an attack on private property. He would think that the kicking of the heels was a signal to an accomplice. If the madman could for an instant become careless, he would become sane. Every one who has had the misfortune to talk with people in the heart or on the edge of mental disorder, knows that their most sinister quality is a horrible clarity of detail; a connecting of one thing with another in a map more elaborate than a maze. If you argue with a madman, it is extremely probable that you will get the worst of it; for in many ways his mind moves all the quicker for not being delayed by the things that go with good judgment. He is not hampered by a sense of humour or by charity, or by the dumb certainties of experience. He is the more logical for losing certain sane affections. Indeed, the common phrase for insanity is in this respect a misleading one. The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason." ~ GK Chesterton

i was made to love you

listen to it on dizzler

The dream is fading, now I'm staring at the door
I know its over cause my feet have hit the cold floor
Check my reflection, I ain't feelin what I see
It's no mystery
Whatever happened to a passion I could live for
What became of the flame that made me feel more
And when did I forget that...

I was made to love you
I was made to find you
I was made just for you
Made to adore you
I was made to love
And be loved by you
You were here before me
You were waiting on me
And you said you'd keep me
Never would you leave me I was made to love
and be loved by you

The dream's alive with my eyes opened wide
Back in the ring you've got me swinging for the grand prize
I feel the haters spittin vapors on my dreams
But I still believe
I'm reachin out, reachin up, reachin over
I feel a breeze cover me called Jehovah
And daddy I'm on my way
Cause I was made to love...

I was made to love you
I was made to find you
I was made just for you
Made to adore you
I was made to love
And be loved by you
You were here before me
You were waiting on me
And you said you'd keep me

Never would you leave me I was made to love
and be loved by you

I was made to love you
I was made just for you
Made to adore you
I was made to love
And be loved by you
You were here before me
You were waiting on me
And you said you'd keep me
Never would you leave me I was made to love
and be loved by you

glorious

camping this weekend was glorious.... the view was glorious.... the weather was glorious.... the adventures were glorious.... the fellowship was glorious.

why?

cuz He is glorious, He made everything glorious, and He was gloriously there. :)

the swim of a lifetime....

read about my epic swim here.

they almost do it better ;)

this is MERCY ME (i can only imagine) doing a cover of CRAZY (ie. gnarles barkley)

i LOVE IT!!!!! LOL



ps. mercy me has a whole whack of cover songs they've done on tangle.com. check it out for some good belly laughs!!!! :D

amazing..... amazing grace!

BA HA HA ha ha ha.....

crack me up.

recognize these two?



scroll down if you don't recognize them, and i'll tell ya!

but only if you really can't recognized them! no cheatin!!!! lol

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Rowan Atkinson ( Mr. Bean) as the editor, and Hugh Laurie (Dr. House) as Shakespeare~!

the highest calling?

marriage? singleness? bearing children? or spiritual offspring?

an inspiring message for both singles and marrieds....