Thoughts From Just Another Passer By

At cliff they do a thing called LNE which is really cool! And they usually have like a speaker and a prayer and a response to either of these at some point in the evening (the theme of festival was change, so Friday night was God the same, Sat: change the world, Sun: change the church, Mon: Change me) So Sunday I went to LNE and at the beginning of worship I sat there think I’m going to have to text someone about GOD and then the speaker got talking and he was saying how we as a generation had so many ways of communication and the more how he spoke the more I felt I really had to text/tell someone it was like my heart felt really warm so he got to the response And he said I don’t want anyone to stand up out of emotion, just out of reason if anyone wants to commit wholly to To spreading the gospel outside cliff festival stand up, think about it and stand up And I sat there thinking well if I stand up it's an emotional response I can’t And the more I thought this the more I f...

Within the last five minutes the realisation that sixth form is coming to an end is rather to close for comfort. I know that exams for some of us (well me) are rather a way off yet but for most Friday is the last official day of college. Again I am bucking the trend and Thursday is my last day. It's strange how quickly time goes, cause it only seems like yesterday that I was here before at the end of high school, my last day, waiting to go to cliff, turning 16 strangely ambling past people avoiding saying the dreaded goodbye. The only difference is in a way I was glad to leave high school (yes I do think that 14 G.C.S.E's was way too much). However the friends and the experiences at Sixth Form will inevitably make me sad to leave Notre Dame. Maybe that’s why I'm not so sad I'm missing Friday to go to Cliff but rather glad to be putting off saying goodbye because this way I can leave it for just a few more days. Get used to the idea that I will no longer have to get up a...

written at worship leaders last night Crashing round, crashing sound Surrendering and bowing down Breaking the bread Drinking the wine Coming to the Lords table to dine Sharing the fellowship Making amends Sing Your praise Of which will never end Many tears of faith and joy Sadness, fear and confusion He takes our hands within his own And helps us join as one So here we take off our shoes Become broken here before you Warm our hearts with love and grace And we shall smile As we depart from this hall We know that you shall not call As we will walk with you

Good old love :-D xxx

how often do accidents bring what makes you smile. I have once again twisted my ankle, i was thinking about the last time I did it. life hasnt been the same since. life also hasnt been the same since i pulled my achilles tendon, i made some fantastic friends in doing that. other accidents include spilling half a tonne of coffee over the canteen, or slicing your finger off.... tripping over a guy rope...... um 27 times accidents maybe the way that we learn something about ourselves. and they are not in itself always bad.

I like to wear odd colour shoes I like to wear heals even more I would live in dresses and skirts if I could The same goes for living in a tent I have lived in nine houses I’m 17 I don’t know how or why my nick name is spelt with out an e I want to roll in the snow I want to go kayaking I like to dream I write poems I’ve even had a poem published I want to publish my poetry books I love being on radio I love running around like a headless chicken I love leading worship I am a robin hood addict I’m a Methodist I’m trained in basic first aid My favourite place in the world is the beach (in winter) I love my friends I like to receive letters When I count I sometimes miss out 13 I like to sing and wont to learn to play the guitarI really do love my friends

One of these days when I say "I'm going to have an early night" I might actually preceed not to get distracted. Okay so in this case it's not a bad distraction but a rather a much enjoyed and welcome one, none the less :P any way today in the car on the way to drop of my course work (yep it's all done)we where discussing assemblies. now there is a link to what i'm going to type about which is special connections. In my time i have done many assemblies, i have also seen some memorable ones, such as the one with the massacre of the ty beanie baby, or the one where our teacher ate dog food, and even one where we looked at a clip and completely missed the mouse. yet one which stands out kinda just for comedy genius is by a teacher who can only be described as the man who speaks in metaphors. He told this story, its about a special connection There was a man who lived just away from a village, he was a holy man who prayed and prayed, and belived that god wou...

People who make us smile are often the most valuable. I am blessed in my life to have a few who make me smile when of the day isn't pleasent. I have come down with that horrid cold that when typing coursework makes it near on possible to stay willing to live let along to smile. I often think though as well we take for granted the people who make us smile. maybe it's time to tell them that they do. embaress them slightly by saying something. laugh at there reaction, they might even be a little scared, often it's humerous. let someone today know they make you smile, and often you will see that grin spread across that face. Thank you everyone for the happy thoughts. I have nearly finished the course work so after that I will hopefully begin to write more often again. I'm hoping this has made someone smile. xxx

is the world just sunny today or faking it in fear, has love made skies a sunny bright, or will black clouds appear. And if we do not hold this place accountable to us, who willl stand up and save it when all else is lost

Inspiration - the source of everything, where would be if someone had not been inspired to do anything. For starters I would not be sitting upon a chair typing something on a computer, whilst waiting for a text, drinking coke and listening to Scott Stapp sing Broken - Hence the title ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcpQswGTxBc ). Inspiration, that small spark of life that changes a person into motivation, starting do something. The BBC has recently run a show called the speaker, which I haven't been watching avidly but I caught a glimpse of a group of speaches for the semi-finals. They where asked to talk about what inspired them. Now believe it or not I do quite like public speaking, typing is often easier but there is a certain thrill of standing up and talking to one person, pretty much the same as talking to in excess of 200 people. It's a personal dialogue, and my mother was saying how i might have been good at such a programme as the speaker, so she asked me what inspire...