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jim elliot said...
he is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.
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about me
jambo. jina langu ni
clay noe.
i'm 29. i like chai, missions, adventure sports, curry, democracy, text messaging, hiking, a good hoodie, my church and kentucky basketball.
i do not like olives, injustice, dumb drivers, golf, liars, wearing suits for prolonged periods of time, or duke basketball.
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so i'm very seriously considering getting tattooed this weekend while i'm at the beach. i all ready know what i want and where i want it. advice or suggestions from those of you who have been inked all ready?
after this, i want my nose ring again. i had it pierced during college but it came out one night while i was sleeping. when i woke up the next morning it had grown back together. i tried to re-pierce it myself, but OUCH!
 so meet my friend joe. he and his wife, bekka, had their first child on friday, 22 august 2008, at 11:40pm. lillyana weighed 4 pounds and 2 ounces and was 16.5 inches long.
earlier today i was with joe, bekka, lillyana, and a room full of people as we gathered around the hospital bed, held hands, and prayed. we prayed for health and healing. we prayed for peace and comfort. we prayed for grace and mercy. and God quickly answered our prayer for healing, but not exactly in the way we wanted.
lillyana went to be with Jesus not long after we said amen.
the Word tells us that we're to trust, to have faith, to believe. but why does it have to be so hard sometimes? why couldn't He have healed lillyana here on earth? why do joe and bekka have to go through the pain and hurt?
unfortunately i don't have answers, much less good answers, to those questions. all i know is that we have to trust, to have faith, to believe.
i'm so glad i've learned to trust You
precious Jesus, Savior, Friend,
and i know that You are with me,
will be with me to the end
...oh for grace to trust You more
i'm tired of telling You, You have me
when i know You really don't
i'm tired of telling You, i'll follow
when i know i really won't
cause i'd rather stand here speechless
with no great words to say
if my silence is more truthful
and my ears can hear how to walk in Your way
in the silence
You are speaking
in the quiet i can feel the fire
and it's burning, burning deeply
burning all it is that You desire to be silent in me
a few weeks ago i had a long layover in newark, new jersey, and didn't have anything to read so i stopped in an airport bookstore and picked up the last lecture by randy pausch. i sat in the airport with the book in one hand and a latte in the other and sometimes laughed out loud at the uncanny way in which randy pausch conveyed the message of living life to the fullest.
tonight i'm reminded of how fragile life can be and how we should make the most of every moment. a member of my church and a friend of my family died this afternoon in a motorcycle accident.
kim was the one who carefully walked through the altar and delicately placed a kleenex in your hand if you were crying out to the Lord. while being neither intrusive nor distracting, she served Him as she was serving all of us. kim was also the loudest whistler you've ever heard. no joke. when she whistled during praise and worship, you seriously thought someone had an airgun or something. her lungs were powerful!
so i wonder what she's doing now, at this very moment. are peter and abraham and my grandparents running to get earplugs because she's whistling so loudly now that she's met Jesus face to face? or is she serving Him behind the scenes in Heaven as she served Him behind the scenes at church?
i wonder...
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