Christmas 2008

Here is the Hall Family's annual letter - for the first time, being sent out and posted before Christmas! Enjoy catching up with the whole family!

~Becky

Nice Piece of Art - FM Static

I've tried not to let anyone in until now

I guess conversations never allow and I've been feeling like I'm on some sort of merry-go-round

And I know, I know, yeah I know, I know

And I've tried not to let anyone in until now

It took time for me to figure it out and when I feel like I'm complacent with my head in the clouds

And I know, I know, yeah I know, I know

And every time I wonder what's real you make me feel...

You make me feel like a lavender sweater

When I'm caught in bad weather,

In my Volkswagon Jetta

You make me feel like a complete work of art

When I'm just falling apart

A really nice piece of art

And I've tried not to let anyone in until now

Misunderstandings are an easy way out and I've been feeling all this pressure just to figure it out

And I know, don't know, yeah I know, don't know

And I know if I can stay strong I can make it and try harder when I just can't take it

And when everything around me feels so broken and jaded

And I know, I know, yeah I know, I know

But every time I wonder what's real you make me feel...

You make me feel like a lavender sweater

When I'm caught in bad weather

In my Volkswagon Jetta

You make me feel like a complete work of art

When I'm just falling apart

A really nice piece of art

It's kinda of warped, but it's picking up slowly

I don't know, but I can if you'll show me

I guess sometimes it takes more than just fake conversations

To feel like I know that

It's kinda hard when I'm planning for something

To get across this whole without jumping

I guess sometimes it takes more than just false information

To find out who we are

You make me feel like a lavender sweater

when I'm caught in bad weather

In my Volkswagon Jetta

You make me feel like a complete work of art

When I'm just falling apart

A really nice piece of art

The Season of Advent

You know, I thought that surely, after turning 17, I knew all there was to know in this world. Today, I was proven wrong. Today, I learned something new. I am still not sure how I feel about this discovery that I am not all-knowing. . .but while I am pondering that, let me share with you my lesson today. (By the way, it is going to be pretty long, but there is some good stuff in here, so try to stick with it. )

Do you celebrate Advent? Do you even know what it is? I thought that all Christians celebrated Advent, but today I discovered that it's really only celebrated by Roman Catholic, Anglican, and Lutheran Churches. I was shocked! For me, Advent is juts as much a part of Christmas as the tree or nativity set. So here I have a little lesson for all of you non-Lutherans in the mystical "Ways of the Lutheran Church."

Before I explain Advent, I should tell you a little something about the Church Year. I took this from a Q&A section on the Missouri Synod Lutheran website (wait, Lutherans know about internet? no way!):

"Advent begins the church year because the church year begins where Jesus' earthly life began--in the Old Testament prophecies of his incarnation. After Advent comes Christmas, which is about his birth; then Epiphany, about his miracles and ministry; then Lent, about his Calvary-bound mission; then Easter, about his resurrection and the sending of the apostles; and then Ascension (40 days after Easter) and Pentecost, with the sending of the Holy Spirit.The first half of the church year highlights the life of Christ. The second half teachings of Christ. The parables and miracles play a big part here. That's the church year in a nutshell, and it should help reveal how Advent fits into "the big picture."

So right now, we are part way through the season of Advent. The word Advent comes from a Latin word which means "coming." Advent then, is the time of waiting and preparation for the coming of our Lord. It focuses on the past, present, and future: 1.) the past, through recognition of the waiting of the Hebrews for their Messiah, 2.) the present, as we prepare our hearts each and every Christmas, keeping our focus on this great gift we have recieved, and 3.) the future, bringing to mind the waiting we do even today, as we expectantly look for the Second Coming of our Lord.

Being Lutheran, we celebrate Advent with much gusto. For many people, this simply means a midweek service (which for some reason has always included a soup supper. . . can you say "tradition?"), which they attend as a matter of course, and slightly longer Sunday morning services, because the acolyte has to light the Advent candles. Oh yes, and the altar vestments, and Pastor's mantle thing-y change from red to purple.

But for our family, and many families around the world, it is so much more! What do we personally do for Advent? First, we have an Advent calendar, which young and old alike can enjoy. You may have seen these, or perhaps you even have one of your own. Generally, they depicted a nativity scene, covered with little windows. Each window has a number, all the way up to 24. Each day of Advent, a new window is opened. Often they have a verse that refers to something in the story of Christmas, building up to the last day, and the arrival of Christ.

Now this is certainly fun, but my favorite part of Advent is the wreath. It contains five candles; four standing in a circle around a center one. Each Sunday of Advent, a new candle is lit, with the fifth one being lit on Christmas Eve (or Christmas Day, depending on your family/church). Three of the outside candles are purple, for the royalty of the coming King. One is pink, and (through some deeply mysterious Lutheran logic) this candle is used to represent rejoicing. Here is a picture of one, without the center candle.

Generally, each candle is used to represent some aspect of the Christmas story. It changes from church to church and family to family, but we like to say that the first week is the prophecy or hope candle, focusing on the Old Testament prophecies about the coming of the Christ. The second reminds us of John the Baptist, and has been called the preparation candle. This speaks to us as we each also "prepare the way" for the King to enter our own hearts. The third candle, which is pink (remember, pink = rejoicing?) is the shepherd or joy candle, which brings to mind the overwhelming joy the shepherd felt as they were brought the message of Christ's birth. Oh that we would share their joy each and every day! Fourth is the peace, or angel candle, which reminds us of the peace of God, which is with us as we wait even today for His Second Coming. Lastly, the Christ Candle, white for the purity of that little baby who was laid in the manger.

So there you have it, the story of Advent. It's not just another one of those crazy liturgical traditions, recognized only by dead or dying churches as a matter of tradition. (Oh, you certainly weren't thinking anything like that, now were you?) Far from it. . . it is a beautiful season, in which we are reminded to prepare ourselves as we wait for the celebration of our Savior's birth, and his Second Coming. This Advent season, let's prepare for Christmas not only by putting up lights, rushing around buying and wrapping presents, or decorating Christmas cookies (although these things are certainly fun and worth-while endeavors) -- but let's also celebrate by stopping to think of just what we are celebrating.

A joyous third Sunday of Advent to you and your family!

Rebekah

Oh the Woe!

Oh the Woe of being sick!

The feeling that surely, surely

Your stomach really would feel better

If it were not on the inside.

Oh the Woe of being sick!

The knowledge that truly, truly

Your head will not blow into as many pieces

As it is currently threatening to.

Oh the Woe of being sick!

The moaning, and groaning,

And hacking, and coughing.

The clearing of throats, and the blowing of noses,

Which echoes across the sanctuary

So early each Sunday morning.

But oh the Woe of being sick,

Which is so easily forgotten!

By the sipping of Seven-Up,

The nibbling of Saltine crackers,

And the coziness of sleeping in the afternoon.

The company of fellow sick ones,

Who are oh so eager to play games,

To cuddle,

And to bring the sick bucket when needed.

The End.

When I go to college, I most certainly am going to pack a "sick basket."

It will contain the following:

a 2 liter bottle of 7-up

a box of Saltines

several tea bags

an old, 1-gallon, plastic ice cream tub

a letter from Mom

several Tums (simply to remind me of my family, who believes that Tums are the answer to everything)

Libeth

a deck of cards

a sleeping bag and pillow (so that I can sleep on the bathroom floor)

Rebekah Grace,

your slightly goofy,

and mostly feeling healthy again

Friend

Royals to take on rival Lebanon

The Rolla Royals will play their first basketball games this Tuesday night, against their rival team, the Lebanon Rockets. Bring the whole family along for an fun- and action-packed evening!

The games will start at 6pm, with our Junior High Boys kicking off the action. The team is coached by Dan Hall, and what they lack in experience, they make up for with unlimited energy!

Next will be the girls game, starting as soon as the first game is finished (around 7 pm). Coached by Gary Applegate, Walter Williams, and Camie Edwards, this team hopes to beat the Lady Rockets in what will undoubtedly prove to be a very physical and aggresive game. (Can you say "jump ball!" ?)

Our Varsity Boys will wrap up the evening with a game right after the girls, starting around 8 pm. We don't have much of an idea what the competition is like, but with only 7 players (and one injured and another fighting sickness), the Royals will have to give everything they have out there. Their coaches - returning Coach Bill Hickle, and the new assistant coach James Quittschreiber.

Tuesday, December 9th

Rolla Junior High Gym (the corner of Soest and Forum)

JH Boys vs. Lebanon . . . 6pm

Girls vs. Lebanon . . . 7pm

Varsity Boys vs. Lebanon . . . 8pm

Contact RollaRoyals@gmail.com with questions, or more information. See you there!

-Becky
Official score-keeper, uniform hander-outer, proud big sister, and screaming fan :)

The Jumbled Mess

Hi everyone!

I pray that you had a blessed Thanksgiving weekend, and are beginning to catch that Christmas Spirit that wafts through the households of families everywhere at this time of year! I need to apologize, once again. I'm afraid the past several post are quite out of chronological order - I have not yet figured out how to changed the time/date of the posting or to change the order for those times when I decide to catch up on my blog all at once! I need to work on that. So I hope you can simply enjoy the photos and not get too confused by everything!

This Thanksgiving holiday was wonderful, wasn't it? It was nice to have the reminder to give thanks. So many times these days, I find myself spending the majority of my prayer time either confessing or petitioning God. (Or arguing with Him. . . not something I would highly reccomend.) Far too often, I forget to focus on adoration, worship, praise, and Thanksgiving. I took the opportunity this year to think back on the many years of blessings He has lavished upon me.

The one thing I kept coming back to this Thanksgiving was the characteristic of God that we call Love. It shows itself in this - that regardless of how we act, of how often we fail on our end of things, He welcomes us into His arms. He knew the enormity of our sins even before He sent Jesus to us, and yet He sent Him anyways - His only Son - to die a horrid and painful death for a wretch such as me. It's a love that can't truly be understood by our frail, human minds, but is so beautiful to see when we catch even just a glimpse of it. It's what pulls us through those days of darkest despair, and what warms our hearts in those moments of utter joy.

His Love has been shown to me personally in so many ways. Relationships has been a huge way this past Summer and Fall. As the stress and anxiety of a busy life and uncertainty about the future close in, there is always someone there for me. Whether it be my parents, and our long, late night discussions about the meaning of life. . . or my friends, who so patiently sit by and listen to me whine in self-pity, then lovingly and gently point me back to God . . . or God Himself, who beckons me to come and lay my head on His shoulder, leave my cares and worries behind, and entrust myself fully to His care. . . or my brothers and sisters, always good for fun and a hard, wet-your-pants time of laughter. . . or that kindred spirit of mine who graciously forgives my failings . . . or My Jesus, My Father, My Friend.

He loves me. He loves you. Let's be thankful, shall we?

"This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. In this way, love is made complete among us . . . "

I John 4: 10-12, 16-17a

~Rebekah Grace

Thanksgiving Open House

Dad and I have always loved Thanksgiving. It is most certainly our favorite Holiday, for it stands alone as one that has not been marred by the commercialism of this world we live in. And yet, no one else seems to share this great care for such a special day. No, Christmas decor and songs begin surfacing mid-November at many homes, and much, much earlier at stores throughout America. Thanksgiving is seen as either the beginning of an on-going month of over-eating, or the day before the real shopping begins.

So this year, we decided to '"spread the love" and do the un-thought of -- celebrate Thanksgiving even after the holiday had already passed! Shock of all shocks! Sunday afternoon, several families came over and enjoyed a potluck, and time spent with friends. While it wasn't overtly "Thanksgiving-ish," it was still nice to have a chance to get-together without the commercialism of a "Christmas Party." Here are some pictures of us. . . I failed at photo taking that evening, so most of them are out of focus, crooked, to bright, etc. Please forgive me.

The fun began with a rousing game of Spoons. After one genius piled all the spoons directly on top of each other for one round, we all came out of it with scratched hands. You can't really tell at all with this photo, but Ashley's hand was quite beat up. That aside, I think she should be a hand-model. Agreed? ;)

The "Girls' Side." Note the obligatory space between Mark and Kelsey.

The "Guys' Side." I am not certain what is going on here, although I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that some of them were cheating throughout the game. And enjoying it immensely.

Then we braved the outdoors to head over to the shed for some more games. Snow had accumulated on the trampoline, and Abby and I got each other sufficiently wet. Here she is, barefoot in the snow.

Ping-pong in the Shed. That was short-lived, as the heater was not working and it was snowing outside, making it quite cold!

The lovely Kelsey Q2.

After eating, we went back downstairs and played Apples-to-Apples. Around the circle, we had: Sydni Kaden, Sarah Hickle, Rachel Hickle, Sonja Hazell . . .

. . . Kelsey Q2, Abby, Alida Hazell, Corey Q2 . . .

. . . Zeke . . .

. . . Jordan Kaden, Nathan Hickle, Sarah Hazell . . .

. . . Mark Hickle. . .
. . . .Dylan Applegate . . .

. . . Me, and Rebekah Applegate. We were on a team and this was our hand. :)

Decision Making. . .

Which to play?

Skyler Kaden and Isaac, dressing up!

After Apples-to-Apples, we played several games of Murder in the Dark. I believe we were about 2 out of 6 when it came to successful games. :) "Does this look like the face of a murderer?"

And here are some faces of friends. . . Corey.

Sydni

Brett Stickler

Fall Retreat '08

Whispering Winds Bible Camp is the place to be if you want to spend a weekend freezing alongside great friends! That is most certainly what we did, from Friday night through till Sunday afternoon. It was quite fun, although I am still working on thawing out. Here are a few pictures from our time there.

The Great Signing of the Books - there were some interesting quotes this year.

The Rolla-ish Group.

His Shirt! It worked!

Andy's Art. Which Mark kindly informed us was sinful.

Ashley Riefer and Andy. Signing books, the introverted way. (Just kidding, I love these kids.)

A prank on Mark's truck. Yes, that is gum and vaseline. Yes, it did eventually come off.

Devotion time. . . ish. Don't ask.

Some of the lovely AR girls. Sara, Abbie, Hannah B., Natalie

Hannah Sue! xoxox.

Early Morning - I went out at about 6:30 am, after taking a shower, and my hair froze while I was taking these photos. The lense of the camera begin to fog up as well. . .

Our group. . .

Front Row: Natalie, Abbie, Ashley, Hannah Sue, Me, Nathan, Samis, Sara, Julie, Hannah B.

Back Row: Brett, Ben (my head is obscuring his face), Andy, Mark,

Isaac (? I think that's who is is), Joel, Colin, Zach

Christmas Parade . . . ish

Last night, the kids participated in a Christmas Parade in the city (town, village?) of Sullivan. They are in a home-school band there, and have quite enjoyed learning new instruments. Here are some photos which I stole from our dear friends the Nisbetts, without permission. They know where I live, and are more than welcome to come over and reprimand me for it. :) Mark, Nathan, Sarah, and Rachel Hickle, Me, Abby, Zeke and Isaac, all drove up together early so that the kids could line-up (Sarah and Rachel are also in the band). Our parents came together and arrived as the parade was actually starting. The kids did great, considering how cold it was!

Here are the younger kiddos, dressed as Snowmen, and riding on the float. Nathanael Nisbett, Isaac, and Anna Nisbett. Isaac was overjoyed to be able to participate, great thanks to Mrs. Kay.

The lovely Hickle girls, Rachel and Sarah.

Abby, very indignant that the picture has been taken, but still excellent on her trumpet. I am so proud of her, and how far she has come since they started several months ago!

Zeke on the bass drum (far right). An outside instrument if I ever heard one. An outside instrument which is currently residing inside our home.

Mark and I, shortly before we decided the car was much warmer.

(How is it that I look so much colder than he does?)

Nathan was also with us, but was. . .otherwise detained. . . at this exact moment. ;)

The Birthday That Never Ends. . .

I have a confession to make -- I had a birthday. It was quite a Mournful Occassion. One more year of my life has officially passed. Sigh. Aside from the ponderous Thoughts my birthday brought, and the great Sorrow it laid upon my inner most being, it was really quite fun.

The whole thing really started on Friday, the first day of our Fall Retreat, and nearly a whole week before my birthday. My dear friends from Arkansas - Julie, Hannah B. Hannah Sue, Natalie, Abbie, and Sara -- brought me a cake with peanut butter frosting! Although much of this beautiful cake ended up on the face of Joel Winzer and the truck of Mark Hickle, I did get to enjoy several scrumptious servings. They had even prepared, bringing along candles, matches, and some creative birthday songs/dances. We did not get a picture of the cake in all its Glory, but did get one of it spread over Joel's face and Mark's truck:







Then I spent the weekend hanging out with great friends -- my brother Andy, the other young men from Rolla, Melissa, the Arkansas Girls, Samis, and, most especially, my friend Ashley. We shared a set of bunk beds, and spent a lot of time doing what girls do -- talking. :) It was a great birthday Gift. (See the post titled "Fall Retreat '08" for pictures)

The fun and games continued on Tuesday, November 25th, when I got to spend the morning hanging out with my Spectacular friend Alida. I recieved my first official birthday Gift . . . it was unwrapped, but that just tells you what great friends we are. :) I also got to have lunch with another good friend that day, and catch up on the Happenings of life. That event was dampened only slightly by the fact that I left my take-home box on the counter after paying for lunch, but brightened again by a Hug.

Wednesday, I met with a group from my speech class and we worked on our final speech project. That had absolutely nothing to do with my birthday . . . except that we met at Panera Bread and I treated myself to a Caramel Coffee Drink of sorts. Yumm! I got to chill with my friend Zephan that afternoon -- literally. We went to the park and ate lunch by the lake. It was great to talk about life, and hear more about what God has been doing in his life up in Columbia where he is going to school.

The actual day then arrived with Gusto -- it amazed me that the President had declared a National Holiday on my birthday! Quite exciting. We had the Robertsons over to celebrate Thanksgiving, and all of us managed to over-eat quite nicely. A rousing game of Balderdash followed, in which everyone graciously allowed me to win, as it was my birthday. :) Then I had several birthday phone calls, and gifts from the family. Here is Elizabeth, trying to help me out a bit with those.


Saturday, Colin hobbled over on his crutches, and he, Andy, and I watched a movie out in the Shed. Again, not really related to my birthday in any way, but fun none-the-less. I also received birthday Gifts from both my grandparents in the mail that day, which was such fun.

And the last event that I felt blessed to enjoy in the this never-ending birthday was a Thanksgiving Open House we hosted on Sunday afternoon. Friends, food, fun, games. . .what more could one ask for? (See post titled "Thanksgiving Open House" for pictures)

All in all, I feel blessed to have such a beautiful group of friends and family who made my birthday special. A thousand thank-yous to everyone . . . what would a birthday be without Others? Now, all there is left to do is step away from the Denial, and move into the stage of Acceptance about this new Age I have reached. Sigh.

Rebekah

Thanskgiving Greetings! (A day early. . .)

We'll call this the "Random Becky Fact of the Day!"

Did you know. . . that I had two Thanksgivings before my first birthday?

Weird, huh? It's true. I was born on a Wednesday, Thanksgiving Eve, 1991. The next year, 1992, was a Leap Year. Therefore, my first birthday was on a Friday. So I celebrated Thanksgiving the day after I was born, and the day before I turned one. I wonder if there is any sort of certificate or medal awarded to people that go through this kind of weird experience. Because let me tell you, it confused me so much when it happened.

Moving on, I want to wish you all a very joyful Thanksgiving this year. It is most definitely my favorite holiday. One, because it means I get to spend time cooking, one of my favorite things to do. Two, because it brings the whole family together. And three, because of the way it focuses on looking beyond yourself. I challenge you to find something to do this Thanksgiving that gives someone else a reason to be thankful.

Okay, a survey I shall post. Actually, it is just a question that requires an answer. Don't fail me. .

"What is the thing you are most thankful for this year?"

Comment on this post and let me know! Be creative and honest. . . I'll tell you mine sometime next week, so you can wait expectantly for that. :)

Have a glorious Thanksgiving!

Becky

A silent heart is free

"Sing to the LORD, you saints of his;

praise his holy name.

For his anger lasts only a moment,

but his favor lasts a lifetime;

weeping may remain for a night,

but rejoicing comes in the morning."

"You turned my wailing into dancing;

you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.

O LORD, my God, I will give you thanks forever. "

Psalm 30: 4-5, 11-12

For Fun. . .

For those of you who do not have facebook, or do not talk to me regularly, you may not be aware that I have a new laptop of my very own! We have money set aside for each of us kids as "college money", and found that this was something I was in need of for college. I'm afraid Mum and the kids are quite jealous (Dad has his own laptop, otherwise he might be too), but I simply tell them that if they would like to do my homework and write my papers for me, then they are more than welcome to have my laptop. I haven't had any offers yet. . .


So as I have been playing around, setting up different programs, and feeling utterly lost and confused by all that which comes like a second language to most of my peers, I ran across "Picassa 3" which I promptly downloaded. On our family computer, we had Picassa 2, and although I haven't found much terribly different, one feature caught my eye immediately. As a big fan of scrapbooking and black&white photos, I have had some fun using the "collage" button, and fiddling around with different pictures. Here are two collages I've made - one of my girl friends, and one of my guy friends. Neither is close to complete, and if your picture is missing, it is most likely because either 1.) it didn't fit, or 2.) I wasn't able to locate a photo of you, not because I don't love you. :)

I am planning to print out each of these pictures individually and create a "real" photo collage, using white and black picture frames, for the wall above my desk. I will most certainly let you know if that works out, and probably even take a picture of the final result.






Let's start Thanksgiving a few weeks early, and take time today to thank God for our friends.

Miss Becky

http://we-would-see-jesus.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-who-is-enough.html

This is a blog I venture to quite regularly, and I always find it encouraging, uplifting, but mostly, challenging. Here is a post that appeared several days ago, and which caught my attention immediately. I hope you enjoy it too, and join with me in trusting our Father this day.

Oh dear. Once again, I have been neglecting my blog . And although I'm sure this matters to a total of like . . . 1.25 people in the world, my heart aches at the thought of those 1.25 people, sitting at home on the computer all day long, saying, "When will Becky post again?" So here it goes. . .

I have stayed very busy this semester. Are you surprised? Didn't think so. . . I believe it is either contagious or hereditary, but either way, I seem to have the "involvement bug." School hasn't been too overwhelming in and of itself. I am taking 12 hours, and getting good grades across the board. I just love my English teacher, and her class, but I'm not terribly wild about anything else I'm taking. However, I still manage to plug away, and I am looking forward to a very long winter break.

Other than school, mostly just the same activities as always. I get to spend a lot of time with the younger kids, driving to various events and babysitting frequently. I think that this year more than ever I have come to fully appreciate my family. I would even go so far as to boast that I have the best family out there. . .

Basketball season has started, and finally, I am not playing! If you know me, this may make you laugh. If you don't. . . never mind. :) But Abby is playing, and my good friend Camie is coaching, so I am going to be a presence, helping out where I can. The big news is that Mum is trying to extract herself from the inner workings of RHAA. Meaning someone needs to take her place. Meaning I volunteered. So I have been trying to figure out the system of communication, paperwork, etc. It's fun, for the most part, and since I've been helping her to some extent since we started, I'm figuring it out pretty quickly.

I am going to Christian Campus Fellowship (CCF) at MS&T every week, and really enjoying it. The music is great (contemporary stuff!) and the teaching always fits in with things God is teaching me personally at the time. (Weird how He works that out, huh?) Until this week, I had really not met a lot of people. Somehow, by the time Thursday night rolls around, I am always exhausted, and being outgoing and meeting new people is the last thing I want to do. Of course, it normally is. . . Anyways, this weekend they had a Night of Praise on Friday night, and a bonfire on Saturday night, and I actually talked to some people I didn't know! It was quite fun, and I am already looking forward to our next meeting.

And most exciting on the agenda is Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday! This year, it also happens to fall on my birthday. . . :) And I'm going to be 17. Which is just frightening to think about. So please don't mention it. I feel half-way in the grave already. . . this may just push me right in.

On the downside of life (or maybe this is the plus side, I can never quite tell), God has been working in my life a lot right now. I will avoid the gory details, but I would appreciate prayer in this time of breaking and reforming. I know that the prayers of His people are heard, so any you can send my way would be grealy appreciated.

Lastly. . .send me an e-mail, or comment on this post and let me know how you are doing! I've found that not only does busy-ness ruin my ability to communicate about my life with you all, it makes me kind of unavailable for keeping up on your lives as well! Vicious cycle right there. . . but that aside, I'd really love to hear from you!

Fingers sore, but smile on my face,
Becky

Come to Jesus

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!

Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall...so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!

Isn't it humiliting to be told that we must come to Jesus! Think of the things about which we will not come to Jesus Christ. If you want to know how real you are, test yourself by these words - "Come to me . . ." In every dimension in which you are not real, you will argue or evade the issue altogether, rather than come; you will go through sorrow, rather than come; and you will do anything, rather than come the last lap of the race of seemingly unspeakable foolishness and say, "Just as I am, I come." As long as you have even the least bit of spiritual disrespect, it will always reveal itself in the fact that you are expecting God to tell you to do something very big, and yet all He is telling you to do is to "Come. . ." So let us come before Him, the one who gave His all for us, lay our burdens down, and live.

(The e-mail about the upcoming Country Line Dance. . .)

Hello all!

This is just a reminder that our next dance is coming up. It is next Saturday, October 25, at the Commons. Beginners should arrive at 6 to be taught the dance steps, the dance begins at 6:30.

To the Commons from Salem: Going north on HWY 72 turn left on County Road 2300 (just past the fair grounds, before reaching the hospital), then left again into the fair grounds area.

From Rolla: Going south on HWY 72, pass the hospital and turn right onto the County Road 2300 and then left.

Dress in Nice Casual and wear comfortable shoes (preferably shoes that don't leave black marks). Ladies please wear modest clothing, preferably skirts or dresses.

Please bring refreshments for the break.

Hope to see you there!

The Jovial Beggars

"More than ever. . ."

HTML again. . .

Okay, so in an effort to take a break from writing my essay this weekend, I started fiddling around with the html of my blog again. I've really, really, really been wanting to make the body and the sidebars take up the entire screen, rather than just the center 50%. :) I finally, kinda sorta figured this out, but now there is a little thing that is driving me insane -- in my "a few favorites" sidebar, the bullet points are overlapping the words! I'm not sure which of my changes made this happen and I'm sad that I can't figure out how to fix that. If you can. . .I'm all ears!

Becky

Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe

"Okay, who wants to be team captains?"
"Ooh, ooh, I will this time!"
"Me too, I'll be the other one!"
"You pick first."
"Okay, I choose Andy. Now you get two picks, go ahead."
"I get. . . Luke and Zach."
"My turn. Let's see. . . I'll take Philip and Becky."

Sound familiar? This could have been a conversation recorded right out of my childhood. I grew up around boys, and we were always "choosing teams." I'm sure you can remember which kid you were . . . whether the one who was always, without fail, picked first. Or one of the kids chosen somewhere in the middle. Or perhaps you were the one who was an afterthought. . . the conversation went, "Are we all done? Let's start the game. . . Oh wait, she (or he) is left. Well I guess you can have her (or him). Now let's go play!" (Growing up, I was never this child, but as a teenager, volleyball has effectively placed me in this role. lol)

A funny thing though, is that I have found this theme of choosing continues throughout teenage life, and I anticipate that it will play a part in my adult life too. We have to pick who we are friends with. . . apply to and get chosen by the "right" college or university. . . decide where to live, what things to buy, who to marry. . . the list goes on. As Christians, we might be tempted to tell people that choosing to follow God was the most important decision we ever made. But I beg to differ. . .

John 15:16-17 states:

"You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit—fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. This is my command: Love each other."

I John 4:10-11

"This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another."

I Peter 2:9-10

"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy."

How foolish to believe for one second that we chose God! We have nothing, in and of ourselves, which makes us worthy to even consider God and His greatness. The confession, found in the liturgy of a Lutheran service, opens with "I, a poor, miserable sinner. . . " We always laugh when we read it, because it sounds so melodramatic. . . and yet, is it not the truth?

A friend of mine is in a Bible study that is discussing the Holy Spirit. A conversation with him several weeks ago has gotten me thinking more and more about the Holy Spirit and his role in our lives. So last night, I asked Dad, "Would salvation be possible without the Holy Spirit?"With a incredulous expression, he looked at me and said, "Well that's a silly question!" (Were you thinking the same thing?) I was shocked. Dad was educated as a teacher, and he has always been good at making us feel that our thoughts and questions matter. I suppose I understand why he said it though - in a way, it was a not-serious question, more designed to inspire discussion and not a real, honest-to-goodness unknown bit of knowledge. What followed was a brief, but meaningful theological discussion about the work of the Holy Spirit in our lives. It boiled down to what I have already written - we cannot, I repeat, cannot, save ourselves. We can't even muster up the righteousness to choose to follow God! And yet. . . He chose us. He chose you.

Do you remember the feeling you got when the team captain picked you for his team? I must say, that feeling certainly depended on the attitude of the team captain. . .if it was a casual, flippant decision, you felt just awful. But if they deliberately said, "I want you," oh the joy that filled your heart! But think of that one kid who was always picked last. Now, put yourself in his or her shoes. Imagine standing there, waiting expectantly, only to be picked as an afterthought. Sounds awful, doesn't it? Now, pretend you are that kid. . . but this time, the team captain walks right up to you before anyone else, looks into your eyes, and says, "I want you." How would you respond? This is what the Father has done for us. Remember, He chose you. It's the most important decision that has been made in your life, but you didn't make it. So then,

"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."
Hebrews 12:2

He Leadeth Me

He leadeth me, O bless'd thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

A Birthday Tea

The beautiful birthday girl, Abigail Laura Hall. Born 14 years ago on September 16th, she has brought joy to the lives of so many. I am honored and blessed beyond words to have her as my sister - I truly wouldn't have it any other way. Love you Abby, and hope you enjoyed your birthday!

Becky

The whole group, with the exception of me. :)

Back Row, L to R: Miss Sonja Hazell, Miss Kelsey Q2, Miss Corrie Welshymer, Miss Alida Hazell, Miss Tess Hamacher, Miss Jennifer Williams, Miss Sarah Hickle, Miss Kayla Brown, Miss Hillary Brown
Second Row, L to R: Miss Renee Pettijohn, Miss Kaitlin Hanlin
Front Row, L to R: Miss Elise Hamacher, Miss Abigail Hall