Reece is sick today...he had to go to the hospital last night...God healed him enough to come home but he is still havin a hard time breathing. He has viral pneumonia. Please pray for him. It's hard to watch...I know he will be fine but it's still no fun being sick. Thanks
--Lashae
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
My African story
So two people I know have "African songs" as we call it but I have and African story. Only one of the three stories is real. The other two are made up. I have never been to Africa so I could only imagine what it's like there. So obviously I am Charsie, not Lashae, writing this.
In the beginning of every morning the beautiful little girl would wake up to the memories of her loving mother and hatred uncle. But what she remembered most was the tragedy that took them both. The tragedy that happened only three months prior to that day. The tragedy that left her alone and scared in this big world. The tragedy that brought her to the orphanage. But most importantly, the tragedy that brought her to know and love Jesus Christ, her savior.
The "daddy" of the orphanage was once again awaken by the screams of their newest member. He had become used to the screams but knew it was his duty to check on the little, scared boy in the next room over. He came in and the little boy said, "I just had another nightmare about what my mom used to do to me when I didn't bring back food". The scars still showed on his back. But the "daddy" said "Its okay. For God is and always will be here for you as I am now. But his power and love for you is something I could never match." That night the scared little boy became brothers with the man standing in his room. Though they did not come out of the same woman, God united them.
The man was brought to tears as the little girl that stood in front of him, clutching a piece of paper, told her testimony. The words that she spoke were just horrifying. This little girls mother was so past the point of starvation that while the little girl slept she would bite and try to eat this young girl that lay next to her. In the mothers mind she thought that if her daughter got to eat out of the garbage that day then why not just eat her? It got to the point of infection. The girl was rescued, brought to an orphanage, and also brought to God. To this very day she still has scars. But she is no longer a daughter of a mad woman. But a daughter of Christ.
Thank you,
Charsie.
In the beginning of every morning the beautiful little girl would wake up to the memories of her loving mother and hatred uncle. But what she remembered most was the tragedy that took them both. The tragedy that happened only three months prior to that day. The tragedy that left her alone and scared in this big world. The tragedy that brought her to the orphanage. But most importantly, the tragedy that brought her to know and love Jesus Christ, her savior.
The "daddy" of the orphanage was once again awaken by the screams of their newest member. He had become used to the screams but knew it was his duty to check on the little, scared boy in the next room over. He came in and the little boy said, "I just had another nightmare about what my mom used to do to me when I didn't bring back food". The scars still showed on his back. But the "daddy" said "Its okay. For God is and always will be here for you as I am now. But his power and love for you is something I could never match." That night the scared little boy became brothers with the man standing in his room. Though they did not come out of the same woman, God united them.
The man was brought to tears as the little girl that stood in front of him, clutching a piece of paper, told her testimony. The words that she spoke were just horrifying. This little girls mother was so past the point of starvation that while the little girl slept she would bite and try to eat this young girl that lay next to her. In the mothers mind she thought that if her daughter got to eat out of the garbage that day then why not just eat her? It got to the point of infection. The girl was rescued, brought to an orphanage, and also brought to God. To this very day she still has scars. But she is no longer a daughter of a mad woman. But a daughter of Christ.
Thank you,
Charsie.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
All Done...
yup, that be right. Ima dun with me high skooll ed-u-ma-cayshon. I dun real good. Now i be smart.
Just Kidding...but really...I am done! Today was my last crazy day of high school.
It started last night, when we tried to do a "senior prank" but just ended up camping at the baseball fields. So fun. I did not sleep one bit.
We left the fields at about 5am, headed to Syd's to shower and finish my WR 122 paper.
Once cleaned, fed and ready to go we left Syd's at about 730am.
Walking into the school I realized we were entering the school for the last time as actual students - it is still weird to think about. But it is great!
Right of the bat, I had to participate in a skit in Spanish (yo hablo espanol), followed by a two-hour math final (I love math! for real!) Next I went to the burrito place in town and brought back some tacos for my friends (mostly I was avoiding my incomplete chem labs).
After lunch I went to WR 122 where people read their papers to the class - however I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone listen to what they were saying (I was starting to wear down).
I ended the school day in Chemistry trying to finish up some lab write ups. Eventually, I found the power to focus and just get them done. I handed them in and said, "peace out".
And now I am all done! - with high school anyway. I can't wait to see what God has in store now. :)
*This was part of my small adventure today, I just thought I would share.*
Just Kidding...but really...I am done! Today was my last crazy day of high school.
It started last night, when we tried to do a "senior prank" but just ended up camping at the baseball fields. So fun. I did not sleep one bit.
We left the fields at about 5am, headed to Syd's to shower and finish my WR 122 paper.
Once cleaned, fed and ready to go we left Syd's at about 730am.
Walking into the school I realized we were entering the school for the last time as actual students - it is still weird to think about. But it is great!
Right of the bat, I had to participate in a skit in Spanish (yo hablo espanol), followed by a two-hour math final (I love math! for real!) Next I went to the burrito place in town and brought back some tacos for my friends (mostly I was avoiding my incomplete chem labs).
After lunch I went to WR 122 where people read their papers to the class - however I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone listen to what they were saying (I was starting to wear down).
I ended the school day in Chemistry trying to finish up some lab write ups. Eventually, I found the power to focus and just get them done. I handed them in and said, "peace out".
And now I am all done! - with high school anyway. I can't wait to see what God has in store now. :)
*This was part of my small adventure today, I just thought I would share.*
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