"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

In case you are reading my blog for the first time. Which you probably are...:P
Here is a little about me. My passion in life is music and drawing. I also like to write.
I would like very much to publish my own book. Not only that a Christian book. I am a solo musician. Some of my youtube videos are to the right. Actually. All my youtube videos are to the right.
I'm an encourager by nature. I like to reassure people that they CAN! It's all part of being a Christian I think. My favorite Bible verse is Phil. 4:13. That says " I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."
Although I've had an account on here for awhile. I haven't done much with it. My blogs are semi-sweet right now. So please be patient as I adapt to the atmosphere of things. Mostly will be posting artwork and linking you to my youtube videos:) Of course, right! Every now and then I like to write poems. So they will be on here as well. Hope I haven't bored you too much out of your mind....

I Hate Suck Ups

Why is it that suckups get everything they want? I can't stand it really. It aggrivates me to no end. They're like cameleons. They green when their surroundings are green. They're yellow when their surroundings are yellow. They're nice to you when you have something they want from you.
I'm a realist. Actually I'm the same person I was ten years ago. People still ask me if I believe Elvis is still alive. They still pick on me cause I'm not afriad to get up and speak or sing in front of people. I wish they would get a life. Please. Grow up, is what I must tell them. I'm not living in the past anymore. Why should they?
You know the kind of people I'm talking about. Suck Ups. They are everywhere. I'd rather have one true friend than a million who are cameleons. Cameleons change to adapt to the present environment. I avoid them the best as I can. If you are reading this and hate suck ups. Please feel free to comment. If you are reading this and are a suck up. You are reading the wrong blog. Good Day!

What the world needs now. Is Love. Sweet. Love♥

I have been going back to school. Wondering what in the world to get my degree in. The thought popped in my brain. What happens when this country doesn't have anymore money at all? What a scary thought. If America doesn't have any money. What will the other countries do?
I love America with all my heart. I do not which to see it destoryed by the people who hate us. They ssy that this is the worst it has been since the 1930's. What must we do to get things back to par? What will it take? We can pray all day, but until we do something about it. Nothing will change.
China is buying some retail stores that Americans don't want anymore. There's all kinds of people loosing their jobs. However, in the midst of it all, God is still with us. In our hearts and in our lives. He's been with us since the beginning of time. He won't leave us now! Amen!♥
God hasn't failed us before and He surely won't fail us now. If we do our little part, God will help us with the rest. It's hard for me to sit by and do nothing. All though there is really nothing that I have to offer, except to write and sing songs of love and happiness. That's really what the world needs now.
I support the troops because they need our love. I will do all I can to welcome them back home. However, I don't support this war. I don't like the insurance plan and I don't like what America is becoming. It will take Americans. to get things the way they are suppose to be.
I am all for change. But not for the worse. Only for the better. Perhaps, this war will bring us closer together as Christians. Closer together as God's people. That's what we need the most. Love. Sweet. Love. I can go bath in the river. I can wash my clothes on a washboard. I can use oil to light a lamp. The one thing that they can't take away from me. Is God. They might think they can. But He will always live inside my heart.

The Stranger

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to
our small Texas town. From the beinning, Dad was fascinated with
this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place with in my family. In my young
mind, he had a special niche. Mu parents were complimentary
instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, adn Dad taught me to obey.
But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound
for hours on end with Adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about the past, understood the present and
even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the firstmajor league baseball game. He made me laught, and he made me cry.
The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometiimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were
shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go
to the kitchen for peace and quiet. ( I wonder if she ever prayed for the
stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger
never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not
allowed in our home...Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis.

He made cigarettes look cool, ciagrs manly and pipes distinguished. His comments were blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarassing.

I now know that my early concepts about realtionships were influeced strongly
by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked....and NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family.
He has blended right in and isn't nearly as facinating as he was at first. Still,
if you could walk into my parents' den today, you woud still find him stitting
over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him
draw his pictures.

His name?...We just call him"TV" He has a wife now....We call her'Computer'

author unkown.

Do you remember what happend Sept 11?

Where were you when the world stopped turning?
lyrics by Alan Jackson

Where were you when the world stopped
turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry

Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below

Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped
turning that September day
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/lOq ]
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watching
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

The greatest is love
The greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped
turning that September day

He Speaks to Me

He Speaks to Me

You are My child, I made you Mine,
I have blessed you, with love divine,
I keep you close to Me each day,
So you follow in My way.

I know each trial you will bear,
Fear not, dear child, for I am there-
The promise made that I do keep
To be the Shephered of My sheep.

I have so much joy and peace to give
To those who learn each day to live
Within the shadow of My love.
And seek their treasures from above.

Edna Fontaine

Thank You, Lord

Thank You, Lord, for knowing me
As no one has before,
For all Your gifts, and even when
I sometimes ask for more.
Thank You, lord, for standing by
Though times be good or bad,
For never throwing up to me,
The chances I have had

Thank you, Lord, for picking up
The pieces when they fall,
For always being near enough
To hear me when I call
Thak You, Lord, for holding on
To me when I would go,
For finding deep within my soul,
The things that never show.

Thank You, Lord, for promises
You never fail to keep,
For counting every heaertbeat
When I lay me down to sleep.
Thank You, Lord, for mercy
And for wisdom You show.
For sometimes saying "Yes" to me,
...And sometimes saying "No."

Thank You, Lord, for patience
When I feel like giving up,
For adding honey to the dregs
I taste within my cup.
Thank You, Lord, for loving me
As no one ever can,
For wishing me an Angel,
But for seeing me...a woman.

Grace. E. Easley