Lost Note 2

The dawn is breaking. The night has been so long, and I am so tired. They have worn me down. I have not always stayed on the right path. My burdens are so heavy; they say that it will never end. When one trouble seems to fall away, another greater one takes its place. Were it not for my faithful friends who call me back, I would have been lost.
But God is good, He is kind and loving. My life is nothing to me. He has made me to be a new creature. He has given me His awesome power. Ask and it will be done; Knock and it will be opened. When I do His will, nothing can stand in my way. I am not one of the walking dead; I have life eternal. My burdens are no more.
How can I who am alive live with the dead? But how can I leave? If I who was once dead am now alive, they also can become alive. “I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in Me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things that these because I am going to the Father.”(John 14: 12) Christ raised the dead. He made what was dead become alive. He asks me to do nothing but what He has already done.

Do Something!

Hey!

.

.

Hey!

.

.
Wake up.
.

.

.

Wake up!

Why do you sleep?
The world will not disappear because you ignore it. The problems will not fix themselves. So many are asleep, so many are leaving, the problems are growing.
.

.

.

Wake Up!

.

.

.
Can’t you hear them? Can’t you hear their cries for help?
Help them!
What do you mean you don’t know how!
You have what can fix the problem, why don’t you know how to use it?!

WAKE UP!!!

DO SOMETHING!!!

Lost Note 1

The Night is so dark. Fire in the distance. I want the fire. I need the fire. I know the fire. But the flourescence are so blinding. They call to me. Come, our light is bright; our caves are warm; come see our treasures that lie with in. In thier caves were halls of diamonds and saphires. From deep withing came music like nothing the stars had ever made. The rythm took hold and drew me in. I became lost in it. It was my only though. The rythm.

Dance with us, child. We will teach you the rythm. See how the others move. Watch how they show thier love. Listen to thier words. Learn thier speach, know thier dance. When like them you become. You will be part of the rythm.

A whisper broke in. Annoying. Breaks the rythm. Can't be good. But persistant. Remember. Remember. You walked on silk grass, danced beneath the oaks, drank from sweet rivers. The stars sang to you, the sun danced with you, the winds laughed with you. Where have you gone, child of mine? Come back to me. Come once again and sing that song you loved so much.

Psalm 15

Psalm 15
LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary?

Who may live on your holy hill?
He whose walk is blameless

and who does what is righteous,

who speaks the truth from his heart
and has no slander on his tongue,

who does his neighbor no wrong

and casts no slur on his fellowman,
who despises a vile man

but honors those who fear the LORD,

who keeps his oath even when it hurts,
who lends his money without usury

and does not accept a bribe against the innocent.

He who does these things will never be shaken.

Everyone has a code of ethics/conduct/honor that they choose to live by. They determine their actions based on this code. The Knights of legends were considered to be great because of their Code. Many of our well-known historical and fictional characters lived by codes that differentiated themselves from the masses.
This psalm is a basic code to live by. My question to you and to myself is: What code to you live by? What do you base your code on? Does your code make you more of a person or just one of the masses?

I also wanted to put Brandon Heath's "Give me your eyes" music video, but embedding was disabled

Q: What is the difference between praying to God and Praying to Jesus?

A: God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are one and the same. If you refer to Him differently (Father, Yahweh, etc), it doesn’t change who you are praying to. It is not necessarily what name you use but how much meaning you put with the name.

If you want something from your Mom, you call might call her by a different name. When your parents chastise you, they tend to call you by your full name, rather than saying “honey” or some other endearment. When you just talk to your aunt, you can be more familiar; but, when it comes to asking for something, you show more respect—changing how you refer to your aunt.
You get the picture right? “A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.”

There is a reason that some will say that you need to know the names of God. If you ask for healing, you can call Jehovah-Rophe; when you need saving, call Savior; when your mind blanks, call whatever come to mind (Oh God, Dear God tend to cover emergency tight-spots for me). Some of the names of God are the same: Adoni is Lord in Hebrew. One friend put it this way: when you need someone to climb a wall call Spiderman, not Superman.

But it doesn’t matter what by what name who call Him, He is the same all-powerful God.

Camp of Champions

So... Yea, Camp of Champions. My church regularly goes every year to Hattiesburg, Mississippi for an awesome time of growth spiritually and personally. This year will in all likelyhood be my last year going, and I might be a co-captian. Want I want you to see is that I have dreams for camp.

My first year at camp I made only three friends and only one of them was on my team. I was terrified of my captian and really insecure. In fact, I hung out with the concessions people and helped them until they sent me back to my team.

My goal is to make the teams united (not that they aren't). What I mean is, I want my team to know each other on more than the superfical level that I've felt. I want us talking about what really matters, not just who can play volleyball better or the camp showers. I'd like to see my team connect and stay connected. Ask the hard questions. Fight the right fights. That kind of stuff.

I suppose in short what I want is a team that will shake mountains. There is little more than six weeks until Camp. So I've decided to start praying and seeking God about my team, whether or not I'm co-captian. I'd like it you would join me.
Thanks,
E. Merrill

Legacy by Nichole Nordeman

Why my blog is named what it is.

My maternal grandmother, Merrill Odom, died when my mom was 15 years old. Because of her, one girl in every branch of the Merrill Odom family (as far as I know) has the middle name Merrill. My cousin Melissa Merrill Odom MaGill was the first to get the middle name. It has since come to my knowledge that every Merrill has been a tomboy. Then, one of my college professors had the class write a paper on what we wanted our legacy to be and what it would be if we died tomorrow. That got me thinking.

"What is my legacy?"

"What legacys have been been passed down to me?"

"How can I create my own legacy?"

My first post!

Well... I've got a blog. Now I have to write for it. Can't be that bad. I can upload photos, discuss my thoughts and beliefs, reveal the full extent of my spaghetti mind. Hmmm... Now to think of something cool to post.