Song: Shadows and Stains

shadows hide stains
like the stains on my soul from my sin
light shows stains
and makes me take notice

now i have a choice to make
stop the spillage or ignore the stain

your blood washes me clean
it's the light that knows where the spots are
your love's more than enough
to wash away the stains, and make me clean

the stains have disappeared
yet i keep soiling my soul
your blood is refreshes, renews
the old stains and the new

now i have a choice to make
stop the spillage or ignore the stain

your blood washes me clean
it's the light that knows where the spots are
your love's more than enough
to wash away the stains, and make me clean

another post from training

So, I'm sitting here drinking a chai tea latte from the Starbucks here in Prestonwood Baptist. Yup, IN Prestonwood.

So it's been a while since I've had a good fall. When I do fall I usually want someone else to share it with me (as on onlooker) if it is especially funny.  Well, I had a good one last night and my husband was watching the whole thing.  Donovan and Mark saw the after effects (mostly me laying on the floor not wanting to move yet surrounded by sweet tea because the cup broke). What had happened was that one of the employees had already mopped the floor with too much water. She did not use a "wet floor" sign. *cue Ryan impersonating the falling man on the sign* I hit that wet spot and one leg slid forward (which means I couldn't catch myself) and one leg slid backward meaning I hit the floor with all my abundant weight on my knee.  Then I pitched forward and slammed my elbow.  If my styrofoam cup had not broken open, I would have been able to save the tea because I did keep it upright.

Randy lay there like a slug.  It was his only defense.

That's what I did.  I didn't trust my knee to move.  It was throbbing and my ankle had a bit of a burning sensation going on.  That's when the laughing began.  I would have laughed too if I saw myself just chilling on the concrete floor with a pool of sweet tea around me.

When it was all over, Donovan told Curtis that if this had happened in Connecticut, I would shortly own that restaurant.

He's not wrong.

Training requires blogging

I'm sitting here in a CISM training which awesomely is worth 27 CEUs,which I need 24 by January. Anyway, I'm struggling to pay attention and have a good attitude about it.  For those of you have been reading my blogs for quite a while hopefully remember my complaints about my classes in seminary. I'm seem to be having some of the same issues, mostly with the stupid questions.  I mean, the man JUST explained that and all you've done is reword the statement that he JUST said in the form of a question!

What's also interesting is that the teacher keeps referring to me for some clarification because I'm the only licensed clinician in the room of over 35 people, including the teacher. Don't get me wrong, I am getting good information and dang stank it, I'm getting 27 CEUs.

I've got two more hours to go today, I've already been here yesterday from 8-6 and today live been here since 8. Tomorrow is the same thing.

On a completely different note, I had an attitude shift at my job where I've learned to just let things go. My boss ws driving me crazy and in turn I would border on being disrespectful. I was never outright rude but I would sometimes get short with him which is not a good thing. For a long while I was he only one running the office.  I was doing the job of two therapists and an office manager. I realized that if I was going to do my job or even get any help from my boss, I needed to stop fighting him. Well, I had my annual review a couple of days ago, and my boss gave me a great review. I'm even getting a raise, something Sundown never did.

In the frivolous category, I finally got some Ink Joy pens. Love, love, love!

I admit it, I'm mad!

I’m a bit ticked.  A couple of years ago, I was a volunteer with the youth group at Grace Fellowship and we had gone a mission trip to Connecticut.  It was incredible!  All those teenagers excited about telling people about Jesus were inspiring.  But today, I look at pictures from that mission trip and the subsequent years, and my heart breaks.  How can someone go from being excited about telling people about Jesus to posting on Facebook that believing is God is joke for the simple-minded.  I have seen some of the most offensive posts by kids who are responsible for bringing a number of individuals to the Kingdom.  And dang stank it, I am not being hypocritical in this! Yes, I post Bible verses, Christian song lyrics, and quotes by CS Lewis but nothing of what I put up says that you are an idiot and stupid for not believing the way I do.  Let me show you some of what I’m talking about.  I hesitate to do so because it just means that I’m circulating it but I feel as if I need to make myself clear as to how offensive this stuff is.  These are taken directly from the Facebook posts of kids who had previously been on fire for the Lord:

Which part of them is the fake part? What could they have possibly gained by pretending to love Jesus? I know what they gain by pretending to be anti-God.  But is that what is really happening?  I’d like to think that their faith was real and not just a show, but I can’t know for sure. Yeah, I’m ticked, but despite your anti-God rhetoric, I’m still gonna pray for you.  “They will know we are Christians by our love.”  Well, then, my prayers are gonna reflect that regardless of your directly offensive stance, I love you.