Lord my God, how majestic is your name
You've displayed the splendour of you glory
When I gaze at the night and see your works
The mo0on and the stars that you have set in place
Oh what am I that you should think of me
And who am I that you would care for me
You have ordained, praise from my mouth
So I will praise, yes I will praise
You have made me a little lower than the angels
And you crown me with glory and majesty
All authority through you is mine
Over all things on earth and all in the air
What am I that you should think of me
And who am I that you should care for me
And you have silenced all my enemies
With my praise you have silenced all my enemies
You have ordained praise from my mouth
So I will praise, yes I will praise
Bare, Naked, whatever, See my Heart!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
tagged by a yoke
neema divine , you tagged me. yoked me....its interesting....though i'd argue am not sure we shared primo with you.....
rules/rules/rules
Link to the person that tagged you.- Post the rules on your blog.- Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.- Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
rules/rules/rules
Link to the person that tagged you.- Post the rules on your blog.- Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.- Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
- I LOVE music.....every day and time
- I look at you straight and don't give a damn for those unable to look me straight in the eyes....if you are darting, you might be a thief....
- I snore .....SERIOUSLY
- I live n act like a King, even though a real prince would shudder at my squalid conditions.
- 'they' accuse me for being proud and get shocked when 'they' engage me in a chart, then 'they' change 'their' minds.
- Sometimes I be inspired and me feel like a writer.....no titles yet to my name. Isn't this a paradox....?
- bonus...bonus...bonus.....i love cooking....but in my traditions am not allowed to.....so i cook anyway but don't tell me to do the dishes.......just tell me to do the food.....ahahahaha...laughing at situations is also my hobby
herein find guys tagged charm, extravagantgrace, Maua(someone yoked you b4)Carlo, Prettylyf ,phassie, Kenyanchick Xmas Torch
everyone, get tagging....or is yoking...? dont be unequally yoked though.Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Excess luggage
Last week I went out of town for an overnight stay so I had to pack an overnight bag which ended up being a suitcase........women I know. My 'dad' thought it was insane how much stuff I carried whenever we went away from home but thats just me. I am always the last to be checked in at an airport because I have to pay for excess luggage. There is always a trailer attached to the car to carry my extra bags.
The thing is I am always at a loss of what to pack and what to leave. Not that I am concious about what I wear but I dont like ending up to need something and I have not got it, I just get frustrated. At work they have a joke about my handbag cos you could fit a football easily in it and when we run out of supplies,they always joke that you can find some in my bag. I call it being prepared for any situation. Thats what they have been grooming me in university for. You dont turn up unprepared, you research and find all flaws and strong points, you dont ask questions you dont already know the answers to. If all that fails you resort to putting on a great performance and that I can easily do.
Anyway where am I going with this luggage thing? I attend a graduation ceremony and bump into some guy from Primary school....what are the odds small world eh. It takes a while for me to register his face but he has no problem in figuring out who I am. We chat and he starts laughing about something that happened what seems like a world away. He reminds me that when we left school I wasnt speaking to him and the story came flooding back to mind
He had teased me about not being good enough about something and the reason was that I was a girl. In my mind at that time, that was a great insult that I could not let it go. After a great telling off that left his ears ringing, I never spoke to him again.
My mum always says that were it not for God, I wouldnt forgive.......I agree to disagree. Along the way there are people I have branded morons and though I have professed to have forgiven, I dont forget I can hold a grudge for ages without wavering. My excuse is that I dont forget, I have a mind that remembers the first poem I ever did in school, the lines to plays I have taken part in, how can I forget?
It becomes worse when I do something that is completely out of character, I am my worst enemy, I beat myself up over and over again there is no end to it. Does that weigh me down oh yes and there is a hefty price for this excess luggage.
It buffles my that God in all His wisdon is patient with the likes of me, waiting at the end for me to run into His arms. What kind of love is this? How could He know me so well yet love me the same? I am overwhelmed
So I am learning to fly light
Each day I am letting go
Dreams shattered
Wounds not healed
Promises broken
They cant hold me back
With arms open wide
I am embracing whats new
My excess luggage
I leave it with with Jesus
The thing is I am always at a loss of what to pack and what to leave. Not that I am concious about what I wear but I dont like ending up to need something and I have not got it, I just get frustrated. At work they have a joke about my handbag cos you could fit a football easily in it and when we run out of supplies,they always joke that you can find some in my bag. I call it being prepared for any situation. Thats what they have been grooming me in university for. You dont turn up unprepared, you research and find all flaws and strong points, you dont ask questions you dont already know the answers to. If all that fails you resort to putting on a great performance and that I can easily do.
Anyway where am I going with this luggage thing? I attend a graduation ceremony and bump into some guy from Primary school....what are the odds small world eh. It takes a while for me to register his face but he has no problem in figuring out who I am. We chat and he starts laughing about something that happened what seems like a world away. He reminds me that when we left school I wasnt speaking to him and the story came flooding back to mind
He had teased me about not being good enough about something and the reason was that I was a girl. In my mind at that time, that was a great insult that I could not let it go. After a great telling off that left his ears ringing, I never spoke to him again.
My mum always says that were it not for God, I wouldnt forgive.......I agree to disagree. Along the way there are people I have branded morons and though I have professed to have forgiven, I dont forget I can hold a grudge for ages without wavering. My excuse is that I dont forget, I have a mind that remembers the first poem I ever did in school, the lines to plays I have taken part in, how can I forget?
It becomes worse when I do something that is completely out of character, I am my worst enemy, I beat myself up over and over again there is no end to it. Does that weigh me down oh yes and there is a hefty price for this excess luggage.
It buffles my that God in all His wisdon is patient with the likes of me, waiting at the end for me to run into His arms. What kind of love is this? How could He know me so well yet love me the same? I am overwhelmed
So I am learning to fly light
Each day I am letting go
Dreams shattered
Wounds not healed
Promises broken
They cant hold me back
With arms open wide
I am embracing whats new
My excess luggage
I leave it with with Jesus
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Kenyanchick...
The girl came up with some of the best known blog regarding Kenyan use of language. Wat pray, happened to 'anaa one' part2 of truly Kenyan english? Please don't keep us upto later KC......or is it lay-ra?
Thursday, February 7, 2008
where did I put my glasses
I was late this morning because I couldn't find my glasses. For some reason they weren't where I thought I had left them the night before. I searched everywhere I could think possible for them but still couldn't find them. This meant everything would take longer to do cos I am approaching blind. My makeup brushes took longer to find, never mind the tiny earrings that I have been wanting to wear for a while.
Oh well looked like it would be contacts day i said to myself.
Off to the bathroom I went to try n get them in my eyes and guess what? one of them fell in the sink and hard as I tried, I just couldnt pick it out, it was gone for good and that was my last pair...................
Oh joy I was definitely going to be late don't matter how fast I got ready. But what good would it be to venture out to work of I couldn't see properly...help was needed. I asked my sister to come help me look for my glasses. So there we were on our hands and knees searching everywhere possible and just as I was about to loose hope, there they were under my pillow. Now how they got there is a mystery in itself but hey I could see.
So out of the door got into the car and off to work and as usual stuck in traffic. Normally I would get so agitated about waiting but not today, I reflect upon my morning fiasco. I realised how much I depended on my glasses, my whole world would come to a halt if I didn't have them unless God restored my sight.
Then that got me thinking of how broken a person I am, so in need of mending that I can not stand on my own. If for some reason I ever broke my legs I would appreciate the use of a wheelchair or some crutches.
But I haven't got broken legs, am just broken from within and I am so glad that I have Jesus to lean on while He puts me back together again piece by piece. He is not a crutch.... no He is the bone in my leg, the very reason for my being.
Oh well looked like it would be contacts day i said to myself.
Off to the bathroom I went to try n get them in my eyes and guess what? one of them fell in the sink and hard as I tried, I just couldnt pick it out, it was gone for good and that was my last pair...................
Oh joy I was definitely going to be late don't matter how fast I got ready. But what good would it be to venture out to work of I couldn't see properly...help was needed. I asked my sister to come help me look for my glasses. So there we were on our hands and knees searching everywhere possible and just as I was about to loose hope, there they were under my pillow. Now how they got there is a mystery in itself but hey I could see.
So out of the door got into the car and off to work and as usual stuck in traffic. Normally I would get so agitated about waiting but not today, I reflect upon my morning fiasco. I realised how much I depended on my glasses, my whole world would come to a halt if I didn't have them unless God restored my sight.
Then that got me thinking of how broken a person I am, so in need of mending that I can not stand on my own. If for some reason I ever broke my legs I would appreciate the use of a wheelchair or some crutches.
But I haven't got broken legs, am just broken from within and I am so glad that I have Jesus to lean on while He puts me back together again piece by piece. He is not a crutch.... no He is the bone in my leg, the very reason for my being.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Only the world
Been a hard one, been a bad one, been a tough one, been a sad one,
Its been one of those days that keep chipping away in my heart
Nothing new here, its what I do here, its a steriotypical day in this life
I'm surrounded by all the pain and the strife but I know its alright
Cos its only the world I'm living in
It's only a day I've been given
There aint no way I'm giving in
Cos its only the world
I know the best is still yet to come
Cos even when my days in the world are done
There's gonna be so much more than only the world to me
Anybody can you hear me? Do you feel me: I mean do you feel me
I know I'm not the only one bearing the weight of this world
We've got problems-say its alright
Take a good look around, we're just stuck on the ground for a little while
Cos heaven is a place where every tear on every face will be wiped away
Oh and I cant wait to go but for now its enough to know that this is only to the glory of His name
Its only the world
Its been one of those days that keep chipping away in my heart
Nothing new here, its what I do here, its a steriotypical day in this life
I'm surrounded by all the pain and the strife but I know its alright
Cos its only the world I'm living in
It's only a day I've been given
There aint no way I'm giving in
Cos its only the world
I know the best is still yet to come
Cos even when my days in the world are done
There's gonna be so much more than only the world to me
Anybody can you hear me? Do you feel me: I mean do you feel me
I know I'm not the only one bearing the weight of this world
We've got problems-say its alright
Take a good look around, we're just stuck on the ground for a little while
Cos heaven is a place where every tear on every face will be wiped away
Oh and I cant wait to go but for now its enough to know that this is only to the glory of His name
Its only the world
Friday, February 1, 2008
LEARNING FROM JIGSAW PUZZLES
Everything I Needed to Know About Life I Learned From a Jigsaw Puzzle:
1. Don't force a fit -- if something is meant to be, it will come together naturally.
2. When things aren't going so well, take a break. Everything will look different when you return.
3. Be sure to look at the big picture. Getting hung up on the little pieces only leads to frustration.
4. Perseverance pays off. Every important puzzle went together bit by bit, piece by piece.
5. When one spot stops working, move to another. But be sure to come back later (see #4).
6. The creator of the puzzle gave you the picture as a guidebook. Refer to the Creator's guidebook often.
7. Variety is the spice of life. It's the different colors and patterns that make the puzzle interesting.
8. Working together with friends and family makes any task fun.
9. Establish the border first. Boundaries give a sense of security and order.
10. Don't be afraid to try different combinations. Some matches are surprising.
11. Take time often to celebrate your successes (even little ones).
12. Anything worth doing takes time and effort. A great puzzle can't be rushed.
13. When you finally reach the last piece, don't be sad. Rejoice in the masterpiece you've made and enjoy a well-deserved rest.
Copyright 2001 Jacquie Sewell (jsewell416@hotmail.com).
Permission is granted to send this to others, but not for commercial purposes.
1. Don't force a fit -- if something is meant to be, it will come together naturally.
2. When things aren't going so well, take a break. Everything will look different when you return.
3. Be sure to look at the big picture. Getting hung up on the little pieces only leads to frustration.
4. Perseverance pays off. Every important puzzle went together bit by bit, piece by piece.
5. When one spot stops working, move to another. But be sure to come back later (see #4).
6. The creator of the puzzle gave you the picture as a guidebook. Refer to the Creator's guidebook often.
7. Variety is the spice of life. It's the different colors and patterns that make the puzzle interesting.
8. Working together with friends and family makes any task fun.
9. Establish the border first. Boundaries give a sense of security and order.
10. Don't be afraid to try different combinations. Some matches are surprising.
11. Take time often to celebrate your successes (even little ones).
12. Anything worth doing takes time and effort. A great puzzle can't be rushed.
13. When you finally reach the last piece, don't be sad. Rejoice in the masterpiece you've made and enjoy a well-deserved rest.
Copyright 2001 Jacquie Sewell (jsewell416@hotmail.com).
Permission is granted to send this to others, but not for commercial purposes.
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