Me taking self pics.. Lol.. It's all good..
This isn't the greatest picture.. but it's the greatest piece of paper that says that I can legally drive a car! I am so stoked.. after a year and a half of walking, riding and riding the bus I finally have driving privileges again! BUT, I don't have a car.. lol. One step closer. I am in the process of saving right now.. in the mean time.. I am waiting for my real license to come in the mail since they give you crappy temp licenses first. It's all good! Now this is something worth blogging about! Until next time my friends..
I would call this more of an "in between" blog until something worth blogging about happens.. So hi for now and everyone be extremely blessed in all you do for Christ..
This is me looking like a doctor at my new job. It's funny. However I'm not really a doctor, instead I am working at a place called Epic Air building airplanes. It's awesome! Everyone there thinks I'm 16 and that alone is funny. I work with the nicest people I have ever worked with in my life. I get to work with my hands and I don't have to talk to a single customer all day (God does answer prayer!)
This is just a small snapshot of the shop. It's kind of hard to get the bigger scope on a small camera phone. There's different sections. I work in the Pre-Preg deptartment. (I think that sounds funny)
This is the lower left wing mold. Here we're laying a foam core on the multiple layers of carbon we already laid. That took forever! It's very meticulous work. You can't miss any details.. I mean it is an airplane part... The goal is that it will fly and stay flying.
We build EVERYTHING out of carbon fiber.. This material is super cool and fun to heat up.. at least to me it is.. I am easily entertained! I can't wait to see the outcome of the first wing I help build! It will be an "epic experience" AHH ha.. Not that funny.. lol
There’s a girl who sits in the back yard on a swing
At the age of 9 she contemplates life, death and everything in between
Already the dark songs of suicide begin to sing
And feelings of loneliness and unworthiness begin to cling
And already there was the enemy
Trying to steal God’s will and destiny
And from then on she began to write
The chapters, the stories and events in her life
She wrote her stories in the sand
Because she had no solid rock on which to stand
And yet God was there
Even though everything seemed so unfair
And as this girl grew up with so much pain
It seemed as if she had nothing in life to gain
She began to write stories of hurt and sorrow
Always wishing there would be no tomorrow
And when she went to school she had friends of all kinds
But found that there was nothing but loneliness to find
So she began to write a new story of filling a dark spot
With everything except the one by which she was bought
And yet God was there
Even though everything seemed so unfair
And once she was out of high school nothing changed
All the feelings of emptiness remained the same
She used every drug and drank to numb the pain
Not realizing she had just jumped hard into the fast lane
On a road marked by the enemy
Marked to steal her eternity
But that didn’t stop her from falling down fast
As she wrote the story of following her own dark path
And yet God was there
Even though everything seemed so unfair
Soon everything got so out of control
As drug overdoses left her unconscious on the floor
She began to write a story of death
With every waking moment and every breath
And through all this she was protected
Although she felt so alone and so rejected
And even though she laid there broken on the floor
Without revealing himself God wasn’t going to let her go through that door
And still God was there
Even though everything seemed so unfair
What she didn’t realize was that God too had a pen
And he was writing her story from beginning to end
He was revealing himself to her in ways that left her heart pounding
Despite all the hurt she wrote and her surroundings
So one day she cried out to God to show up and cover her doubt
Or she was going to choose the easy way out
The next day she was at a dealer buying drugs
Because she didn’t believe that God would actually show up
And as she set down a bill her heart started pounding
Because written on it was “REPENT NOW JESUS IS COMING”
Here’s where God wrote a story of revelation
And gave a girl hope from all her devastation
Even though everything seemed so unfair
Right then God opened up a new door
For her stories to be erased from the shore
He said, “After I erase your sins from the shore in the sand,
I will give you a solid rock as a place for you to stand”
But she kept looking back and tracking back
Trying to determine where it was she got set off track
She kept trying to do it on her own
Instead of looking to the one who is sitting on the throne
For a while she continued to write her stories of life and its trials
And was being worn down by all of its miles
So tiring were these miles as she walked in her self-willed destiny
And God kept whispering “My child, come rest in me”
This is where she finally wrote her story of surrender
That allowed God to show up in all of his splendor
This was all in God's time
This was all set before time and was so divine
Where she would learn and she would find
That she is the branch and he is the vine
And the second she turned her life over to Christ
He wrote her name in the book of life
And the Lord said-
“My forgiveness is like writing on the shore in the sand,
When the tide of my waves wash upon the land
All the stories written and inspired by your hand
Will be covered and erased by the blood of the lamb
And when the tide washes back you are given a new slate
As I open to you heavens gate
Because I am the great I AM
I give you the strength to help you stand.”
Now I write my stories on the solid rock
Glorifying the blood by which I was bought
Now I understand that God is there
And when things seem unfair I turn it over to his care
Every now and then I forget and take back the pen
And when losing control I relinquish the pen again and again
And when it seems like I’ve messed up and made God so angry
He always looks down at me so lovingly
And reminds me that he is still the same
And that his offer has not and will never change
And once again the Lord says-
“My forgiveness is like writing on the shore in the sand,
When the tide of my waves wash upon the land
All the stories written and inspired by your hand
Will be covered and erased by the blood of the lamb
And when the tide washes back you are given a new slate
As I open to you heavens gate
Because I am the great I AM
And I give you the strength to help you stand.”
