Hurricane

Today is an appropriate day to listen to "Hurricane" by Needtobreathe. It looks like a hurricane outside my windows.

-Jessie M
p.s. Happy Birthday, Sharron.

I Want To Fall In Love With You

Last week, I bought Jars of Clay's first album. I knew most of the songs, so I figured it was a great buy at under $2. (I love used book stores.) Loving the songs, I wanted to add some of them to my blog playlist. When I typed in "Love Song For a Savior", a remix version popped up. I usually don't like the remix versions of songs (all goes back to not dealing with change.) But, I decided to give this one a chance.

It was so awesome. It was like I was hearing it for the first time. I could feel the song. It describes my conversion. He's...As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call her and she will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray, "I Want To Fall In Love With You."


-Jessie M

P.S. You can listen to the remix version on my song list (scroll down.)

Premiscuous Pentecostals

When (and if) the church talks about modesty, it's always about clothing standards (or "the clothesline" as I've heard several preaches say. While it's true we should we should dress modestly, it's equally important to act modestly. Acting modestly is similar to dressing modestly. (i.e. not being over bearing, screaming for attention, etc.) I think that sometimes I don't act too modestly. One particular night I was thinking this, and my other self talked to me. Oh, shutup, Jessie. You're just being weird. There's no way it's like that. That night, I had the following dream:

I knew my brother was angry by how tightly he was squeezing my arm. He pulled me through my backyard and into the pines. He stopped at a small clearly completely surrounded by pines trees. A thick layer of dry, brown pine needles covered the ground. With his right hand still holding my right arm, my brother started beating me with his left forearm and fist. I didn't fight him. I knew in my heart that I deserved everything he gave me. I never said anything, though I was sorry. He beat both sides of my face until my blood dribbled out of my mouth and down my neck. "How dare you do such a disgraceful thing?" he asked between beatings. Finally stopping, he gave me a disgusted look, threw me to the ground. The pine needles began to stick to my blood. My brother had his back turned to me, and looking past him, I could see the sunset. When he turned around to face me, I knew he was no longer angry with me. "Okay" he nodded, and began helping me up when my dream ended.


I don't think parents really teach their children to act in a modest fashion. ( I don't think my parents did either.) Which, I guess it's the parents' decision...

Ha! I feel I did a horrible job trying to connect everything in the blog. Maybe next time.

My Day

(You should totally read this if you're having an off day.)

While we have already moved into our new house, we have yet to finish getting the old house reading to "show." So today, we went to finish up. I was dreading the whole ordeal as I knew as I had a date with our old tool shed. Dad originally built it for his business, but after that, it became overrun with old tools and Dad's junk.

Portland Poo- The story

Mom was fed up with my two cats "messing up" the house. (They can't help it they loose control of their bodily functions when they sleep, though, can they?) So she banished them to the laundry room. They were doing okay in there, really. But then, we put the house up for sale, and the laundry room smelled like, well, cats. So out to the tool shed they went! But it way way way way back there in the back yard. Forever away, really. In addition to tools and Dad's junk, there was an open bag of Portland Cement. (Can you see where I'm going with this?) When the cats didn't feel like going all the way to the back corner of the shed to their litter box, they would just use the convenience of the open bag of cement. The first few times they took this liberty, I tried to clean it up. But gosh, it was cement! Dad joked with me about it, "It's like a memorabilia... Some people carve their names in trees. Others poo in Portland." All joking aside, I dreaded it all morning.

Dad was with me at first. It was comical, really. I mean, how many times have you heard of cats taking several dumps in Portland Cement? "This would be hilarious if it was happening to someone else." I laughed. Dad laughed as well and I realized it was hilarious happening to me. Shortly, Dad left me. He suggest I get the poo up with an actual litter scooper. "Are you serious?" He was. That was definitely not working. After he left, I stood there wondering what I could actually use. I tried using an old shovel head for a while, but the rusty metal was making my hand sore. Turning around, I found an old broom head. Ah ha! But how to get it in the black garbage bag? I found an old popcorn tin that I used to keep the cats' food in, and did my best sweeping everything into it.

I remembered my old barbie doll I had (I think I had two, actually) that came with a pet cat that you "fed" a plastic bottle full of water to, and by pushing a hidden button on its back, it would actually "urinate" in its litter box. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Somehow, it isn't as fun with real kitties. NOTE: I couldn't find the original peeing cat Barbie thing, but apparently, they have an updated version. I dunno, it just seems different somehow. I had the old school, fluffy white cat. Anyway, the video is hilarious. =] Watch the video here. No, seriously, it's hilarious.

I would periodically laugh out loud. It was just funny. Despite the overwhelming smell of cat urine, and just the whole gross factor of the situation, it was hilarious. Thank you, God, for letting me live a humorous life. I sincerely meant it. I suddenly turned around and spotted....an old dust pan. "Thanks." I breathed. I stood the popcorn tin right side up, and with the help of the newly found dust pan, the whole thing went much faster. But I still thought it was funny, and couldn't be too upset about it for all my laughing.

I'm Sorry

Formally and publicly apologizing because I was formally and publicly mean. I'm sorry I used mean and vicious words against you. I'm sorry for accusing you of things that happened two years ago. I *know* your intentions were always good. I *know* you love me. I'm sorry. Thanks for being there for me when I didn't deserve you. Thanks for teaching me how to make pancakes with "J"'s in them. (And making another one when your brother took mine.) Thanks for getting ice cream and taking me to the park. Thanks for loving me when I was unlovable.

Just Gross

Guys wearing V-neck shirts?  Talk about queer. I've seen these types of shirts at the mall, but never knew anyone actually wore them. Just yuck. Gross. Are you serious?

Read this...

..because I haven't. Ha! Battery on laptop is dying. Anyway..


http://www.boundless.org/2005/articles/a0001303.cfm