Major patent infringement still not looking good for Blackberry owners...4 million of them.
An untested software workaround patch may be available, but still potentially carries patent infringements to be dealt with and potentially new Blackberry devices.
Blackberry friends, I grieve for your potential loss and all this confusion. It must be a difficult time for you.
read more:
BlackBerry shutdown could cost businesses big money - Jan. 24, 2006
1/24/2006
High court Rejects BlackBerry Plead
High court rejects BlackBerry case - Jan. 23, 2006
"Research In Motion (RIM) had petitioned the Supreme Court to review a federal appeals cout ruling that could lead to a shutdown of most U.S. BalckBery sales and service."
"Research In Motion (RIM) had petitioned the Supreme Court to review a federal appeals cout ruling that could lead to a shutdown of most U.S. BalckBery sales and service."
Weird Blog
Today I am going to backtrack and talk about things I should have blogged about instead of whining about being an emotional female in a nonperfect world with imperfect people.
Okay. So...
(I just got an email that the highly criticized new series "Book of Daniel" was cancelled due to efforts of Christians. I hear ratings were just terrible, which didn't hurt).
1. My Dad came to my son's baptism with his wife! Praise God. All my family filled two or three rows in center section, second row. I played keys that week. Dad got to hear me play, came to talk to me on stage for a second afterward (while I was trying to play...always lovely). I asked him to stay until we got down with post music. He did. We talked a while, my brother hung around. (Mom and her husband slipped out and let me have space with him.) Everyone was cool. I think he found our church much different than he left it. Wow. Has it changed!
2. Things are resolved some with my daughter's school stuff. I'm still working with her.
3. My husband is worried that our four year old is behind developmentally because he is not yet reading and writing his name. So, I'll be getting on that. I guess I had our other two going by now. I just never want him to grow up!!!!
3. This Sunday was a great worship service. I was asked to help pick music and develop the theme-- hard. The sermon topic was on the scripture, "No prophet is welcome in his own hometown" from Luke 4. Neither of us knew exactly where to go. We finally decided on ministry, boldness, letting God build you into who he wants you to be. As of last week, we still had "the element" missing. Something to pull it all together and solidify things. We looked for a couple videos with no luck.
So, as far as I knew...we really didn't have anything. We go into worshiop and our worship leader got real and shared his own testimony, pulling from deep within himself... "rags to riches" in God's eyes.
He went right into Casting Crown's "The Voice of Truth" with him soloing backed by the band--we just learned it this week. Wow. His testimony made a defining moment. Then, he had the people stand and sing with him "The Way that I Was Made". (If you've got a strong male voice...your band has to do that song. It just gets to people....err, gets to ME.)
Chorus:
I'm gonna life like there's no tomorrow
I'm gonna dance like no one's around
I'm gonna sing like nobody's listening
Til I lay my body down
I'm gonna give like I have plenty
I'm gonna love like I'm not afraid
I'm gonna be the man I was made to be
I'm gonna be the way I was made
3. Upward has started. I'm the official photographer.
The first week, I accidentally sent a disc to the newspaper showing me getting my hair highlighted (my daughter playing with my cam) rather than the player pics. It was SO BAD I'm almost too embarrassed to show you.
You know that plastic cap they tie around your head to pull hair through? You look like you are getting electric shock. Well, my hair was pulled out of that, sticking straight out of my head, bleached to a perfect yellow at the moment of this particular shot.
A family member calls me from the newspaper and says..."My editor says you don't want these pics in the paper."
So, yes, I'm very capably approaching my new responsiblities.
Bonded with the editor over it I guess...got a full page article and pics. Happiness.
4. Given that track record, I've been asked to write the devotions for Upward Soccer for the second year. In soccer, you don't exactly have "half time" like you do basketball, and can't really do a speaker on the field. So, we decided to write.
A publishing feat. I'll be trying to approach "seekers". Proofing it/graphics take me forever, but an honor to do it--I'll enjoy it.
Well, I need to tackle that laundry room some more. Three more "zones" to go. I've broken it into twelve distinct zones...one a day. It will be beautiful. (uggh.)
Me
Okay. So...
(I just got an email that the highly criticized new series "Book of Daniel" was cancelled due to efforts of Christians. I hear ratings were just terrible, which didn't hurt).
1. My Dad came to my son's baptism with his wife! Praise God. All my family filled two or three rows in center section, second row. I played keys that week. Dad got to hear me play, came to talk to me on stage for a second afterward (while I was trying to play...always lovely). I asked him to stay until we got down with post music. He did. We talked a while, my brother hung around. (Mom and her husband slipped out and let me have space with him.) Everyone was cool. I think he found our church much different than he left it. Wow. Has it changed!
2. Things are resolved some with my daughter's school stuff. I'm still working with her.
3. My husband is worried that our four year old is behind developmentally because he is not yet reading and writing his name. So, I'll be getting on that. I guess I had our other two going by now. I just never want him to grow up!!!!
3. This Sunday was a great worship service. I was asked to help pick music and develop the theme-- hard. The sermon topic was on the scripture, "No prophet is welcome in his own hometown" from Luke 4. Neither of us knew exactly where to go. We finally decided on ministry, boldness, letting God build you into who he wants you to be. As of last week, we still had "the element" missing. Something to pull it all together and solidify things. We looked for a couple videos with no luck.
So, as far as I knew...we really didn't have anything. We go into worshiop and our worship leader got real and shared his own testimony, pulling from deep within himself... "rags to riches" in God's eyes.
He went right into Casting Crown's "The Voice of Truth" with him soloing backed by the band--we just learned it this week. Wow. His testimony made a defining moment. Then, he had the people stand and sing with him "The Way that I Was Made". (If you've got a strong male voice...your band has to do that song. It just gets to people....err, gets to ME.)
Chorus:
I'm gonna life like there's no tomorrow
I'm gonna dance like no one's around
I'm gonna sing like nobody's listening
Til I lay my body down
I'm gonna give like I have plenty
I'm gonna love like I'm not afraid
I'm gonna be the man I was made to be
I'm gonna be the way I was made
3. Upward has started. I'm the official photographer.
The first week, I accidentally sent a disc to the newspaper showing me getting my hair highlighted (my daughter playing with my cam) rather than the player pics. It was SO BAD I'm almost too embarrassed to show you.
You know that plastic cap they tie around your head to pull hair through? You look like you are getting electric shock. Well, my hair was pulled out of that, sticking straight out of my head, bleached to a perfect yellow at the moment of this particular shot.
A family member calls me from the newspaper and says..."My editor says you don't want these pics in the paper."
So, yes, I'm very capably approaching my new responsiblities.
Bonded with the editor over it I guess...got a full page article and pics. Happiness.
4. Given that track record, I've been asked to write the devotions for Upward Soccer for the second year. In soccer, you don't exactly have "half time" like you do basketball, and can't really do a speaker on the field. So, we decided to write.
A publishing feat. I'll be trying to approach "seekers". Proofing it/graphics take me forever, but an honor to do it--I'll enjoy it.
Well, I need to tackle that laundry room some more. Three more "zones" to go. I've broken it into twelve distinct zones...one a day. It will be beautiful. (uggh.)
Me
1/23/2006
Agree with Satan?
Today was a day of sorting, resting...napping, a lot.
Some days, you just need to wash it all out. Today was one of those days.
Found a concept tonight in Francis Francipagne's classic book on spiritual warfare called The Three Battlegrounds that struck a chord in me.
Fracipane says accurately that it is Satan's goal to accuse you day and night...to take whatever opportunity he has to clobber you senseless. He recommends rather than arguing with accusations he might make (over and over), or becoming defensive, angry, frustrated, or depressed...to simply agree with him. (We battle not against flesh and blood).
For example:
"You are probably right about me. I have many faults...ones I don't like. But, thank God, I am STILL being perfected to the day of Christ Jesus--it is not about how 'good' I am. Never has been, never will be. AND, in the meantime, until He chooses to deal with it completely in me, I am STILL covered in the righteousness of Christ. He will deal with it...I trust Him to."
Interesting. I'm ready to stop defending myself inwardly or worrying that I'll never be like Christ or that anyone can see any growth in me, or know my heart. Who cares? They have bad days, too. The fact is...the fact!
Thank you, Jesus. For taking the focus off me and helping me stay focused in faith on you. The victory you want to work in me, irregardless of the storm, the scoffers, the wind and waves. You are there, and you bid me to walk out to you on the water. FAITH. Fun.
Me
Some days, you just need to wash it all out. Today was one of those days.
Found a concept tonight in Francis Francipagne's classic book on spiritual warfare called The Three Battlegrounds that struck a chord in me.
Fracipane says accurately that it is Satan's goal to accuse you day and night...to take whatever opportunity he has to clobber you senseless. He recommends rather than arguing with accusations he might make (over and over), or becoming defensive, angry, frustrated, or depressed...to simply agree with him. (We battle not against flesh and blood).
For example:
"You are probably right about me. I have many faults...ones I don't like. But, thank God, I am STILL being perfected to the day of Christ Jesus--it is not about how 'good' I am. Never has been, never will be. AND, in the meantime, until He chooses to deal with it completely in me, I am STILL covered in the righteousness of Christ. He will deal with it...I trust Him to."
Interesting. I'm ready to stop defending myself inwardly or worrying that I'll never be like Christ or that anyone can see any growth in me, or know my heart. Who cares? They have bad days, too. The fact is...the fact!
Thank you, Jesus. For taking the focus off me and helping me stay focused in faith on you. The victory you want to work in me, irregardless of the storm, the scoffers, the wind and waves. You are there, and you bid me to walk out to you on the water. FAITH. Fun.
Me
1/22/2006
Feeling Hit
This seems to be the week for me to feel inadvertently offended to the core of my persona. Fun. Did I mention we are studying spiritual warfare? Never fails. What I'll chaulk it up to. And my response will be based on that...not the person, not the statement, not the hurt.
For, on a Sunday, you just never know whether you are just to sensitive (in touch with your creative self), worn out...or, if it needs to be pursued relationally.
I used to pursue every relational glitch and make sure I was okay with people. At this point in life, I pursue offenses/offending less. Why? Well, often, especially with other creative people especially it seems, it just seems to emphasize and exacerbate an issue or problem rather than heal or lead to understanding. It seems to create in me a defensiveness rather than a deeper love. I seldom come away with a better understanding, rather usually, more digs to my psyche.
If I've hurt someone young in the faith, it's different, but the more mature people get, the more I depend on prayer, grace, and wait on maturity. I bite down and keep going.
I make my share of mistakes. But, I think we can have an anticipation that we will be sharpened somehow without feeling like we've been kicked in the teeth...on new stuff anyway. Sometimes, we get deaf to certain issues, areas, or problems through neglect or hardening of our hearts, and we NEED a kick in the teeth.
For those of you who I've given pep talks in regard to overcoming, stay pepped. Keep pursuing your ministry and your role.
For those of you continually worn down in you psyche by little darts that make you feel like you will never measure up no matter how much you try, and that barre keeps getting raised just enough to surprisingly konk you in the head when you least expect it?
Rest with me.
Know that God loves you in your imperfection.
Let others love you.
Let God deal with you there as He needs to, in His time.
But, don't base your worth or identity on it all.
1/21/2006
Plaster My Butt
Exciting News after last post: Mr. Wonderful got home from the breakfast by 9! Ballgame not until 11:30!
Ahhh... my good quality Sat. AM time. I am HAPPY! Hot shower. Aroma therapy. I am in a GOOD mood.
I'm excited to have hubby home! I joyfully jump up onto the side of the bed to do a great hurrah of a moment asking silly....and land square on my injured tailbone. You remember the whole sledding expedition on only 1 inch of snow LAST Saturday morning? Just getting better. Now, not better.
I SCREAMED. LOUD. FOR A GOOD LONG SCREAMMMMM!
OW! OW! OWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWW!
And then I cry for a good five minutes, hurt for ten. All three kids come running... asking if I'm okay.
Dad's at the door, fending them off: "She's fine. Mommy's fine. Go away. Go play."
So, after I finally stop heaving and sobbing,a somewhat salvageable a moment--not really what I had in mind, but real. And together. And funny.
I'll take it.
I'm desperate.
Ow. My butt.
Reinjury of the butt.
All day, when I sat sit down, there is a huge intake of breath, just in case it might hurt. My kids, if nearby, lean over, whisper to me, "Don't tell me, it's your butt." Quite the family joke.
Hubby keeps asking if I want to get it x-rayed.
I don't know. If it's not some sort of bad injury, I'll be embarrassed.
If it is...what're they going to do, plaster my butt?
I don't know.
A Regular Annoyance to Be Fixed
ABC
Okay: I would like to propose, for Windows, an option for spell-check: "See mistyped word in context?".
Anybody with me here?
I see a word misspelled, today: "fust". I think...what in the world? I don't even know what "right" word is supposed to replace that? Where did I use it, what was I saying? Yet, you can't SEE your text because the spell check box is sitting right on top of what you just wrote.
And nobody else out there in WindowsLand has had this problem? I suppose I could reset the general position of the message box on my screen. Hmmm. May be a "quick fix"...(meaning, I take the time to fix it myself because the person who was supposed to do their job hasn't....often the story of our lives!)
Anybody out there have connections with Windows people? I'll let you know if my fix proves successful. (Yes, I do take joy in legal "hacking").
SURVIVAL Instincts
Saturday 8AM
I wake up so many days in January with my first thoughts negative and depressed sounding. Motherhood in the dead of winter gets to be an exercise of forced productivity and survival. I really enjoy the time to BE productive and catch up on some chores. But, the days of long, I'm "with" the kids a lot more, they argue and fuss more due to too much bottled energy, and I get to yelling more to get them to respect the sound of my voice, which they start to block out due to overexposure.
I don't ever like myself much in January. My husband works many long hours and is preoccupied doing work even as we drive places to catch up. A necessity. But, it is hard. I've usually not talked to anyone all day as is with exception of a few emails or a short call from one of our mothers.
I've found the only way to survive the long days is to keep making goals. Keep trying to do something extraordinary (for me). To stay caught up on things, keep our family running, read some inspiring books to help me with goals I don't like, but need to do (usually fast reading...you know, the kind you do while you do "business"...not major research).
And still, when my husband got up early to go to a men's breakfast this morning, I literally grieved. I wanted my morning time with my man. I'll be up and gone by 7AM Sunday morning. It's not fair. Today is MY day, finally. But...not to be. And, I pray for him to be filled with fellowship there. And I pray for me to be in a non-sulking mood when he returns.
Ever find days when you just get consumed with resentment over your husband's schedule?
I am blessed. I know it's necessary. AND I saw yesterday my own busy-ness when he is home and may miss me, too. I guess, in the winter, I just have a need to polarize and cuddle and have that down time together and it never seems to materialize long enough. I build a wall around myself to keep from hurting when he's gone again for the long days. And, then it takes longer to break down when he comes back again.
Survival instincts. And I hate them. I want to be open and joyful and not so protective of self--aware of self--focused on self.
I will keep learning instead how to truly LIVE! To be joyful, not resentful. To be open, not closed. To be wise, but not overly careful and cautious and fearful.
This morning, I will get laundry ready early, fix breakfast cheerfully, get some kind of fun exercise, vacuum (yes, I'm good), and get my kids ready for basketball games ahead of time. I will make it a fun day, I will have a great time, and I will not be mowed over, rushed, or frustrated by the normalcies of family life with three constantly needy, bickering children. They will be influenced by me, by the grace of God, not me by them as much as this week (too many snow days and long weekends at home together?)
1/20/2006
Misused Spiritual Authority
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I hope this video link works.
A story every woman should listen to. How easy it is for us to be convinced or brainwashed that the best of the best can handle more "freedom", more "blessing", more "privelege" than those who cannot be responsible with it.
This idea keeps coming to me this week. The idea of "privilege".
As I taught my daughter last week, being blessed is not the same as taking privilege.
A sad story, irregardless of their motive in exposing it now. I honestly believe Christians people need to hear this story and realize how vulnerable they are as humans to being misled, tricked, and used.
Both had responsibility, but the greater goes to those in leadership.
If you have struggled understanding how "godly" people can ever truly fall to these depths, Beth Moore's book, When Godly People Do Ungodly Things might be worth your looking into. I found it mind boggling, disturbing, and enlighting. I'm not sure which adjective I'd put first.
On to family movie night for me. "March of the Penguins".
Me
I hope this video link works.
A story every woman should listen to. How easy it is for us to be convinced or brainwashed that the best of the best can handle more "freedom", more "blessing", more "privelege" than those who cannot be responsible with it.
This idea keeps coming to me this week. The idea of "privilege".
As I taught my daughter last week, being blessed is not the same as taking privilege.
A sad story, irregardless of their motive in exposing it now. I honestly believe Christians people need to hear this story and realize how vulnerable they are as humans to being misled, tricked, and used.
Both had responsibility, but the greater goes to those in leadership.
If you have struggled understanding how "godly" people can ever truly fall to these depths, Beth Moore's book, When Godly People Do Ungodly Things might be worth your looking into. I found it mind boggling, disturbing, and enlighting. I'm not sure which adjective I'd put first.
On to family movie night for me. "March of the Penguins".
Me
Google's Biggest Loss Ever
Google
Google sees its largest 1-day loss ever on investor concern - Jan. 20, 2006
Interesting story today on Google's stocks falling, shortly after Yahoo surpisingly reported earnings below expectations Tuesday.
An interesting story there on Google regarding it's response to the Justice Department in trying to identify searches on the net for things like child pornography. They claim they would disclose too much company information to do so, etc. etc. Trying to regulate the internet sounds like a big task. I sure wish we could do a better job handling the defamation of the innocent. Not having school/public library internet filters on the basis of free rights ammendments baffles me still. Somebody has their logic messed up. With BellSouth, we can filter whatever types of content is inappropriate and leave others. I have enjoyed the flexibility with that.
AOL? There internet filter is a joke. And, I can't figure out whey they designate every profile I was to establish with a filter on the account as "child" with juvenile graphics. Insulting. Even BellSouth does this. Even as an adult, I don't want certain materials and images at fingertips in my homes. Even the most innocent, self controlled, and well guarded people get curious, and there is the door. Ladies, we are to be keepers of our homes in areas like this according to Proverbs 31. To diligently oversee our households. If you aren't up on this stuff: funnybandaids@email.com will reach me to see how you can set things up in your household to watch what goes on better.
TV...an area we still need to work on in our home.
Back to subject: I guess I just assumed ditigally speaking, the government pretty much had access to whatever it wanted at this point, legal or not. The whole "big brother" thing.
For instance, a friend of ours has had his firewall show blocks from the government trying to hack his computer for whatever information. He's of no threat, just emails a lot. Who knows?
~~~Things that make you go Hm Publish Post mm.
Google sees its largest 1-day loss ever on investor concern - Jan. 20, 2006
Interesting story today on Google's stocks falling, shortly after Yahoo surpisingly reported earnings below expectations Tuesday.
An interesting story there on Google regarding it's response to the Justice Department in trying to identify searches on the net for things like child pornography. They claim they would disclose too much company information to do so, etc. etc. Trying to regulate the internet sounds like a big task. I sure wish we could do a better job handling the defamation of the innocent. Not having school/public library internet filters on the basis of free rights ammendments baffles me still. Somebody has their logic messed up. With BellSouth, we can filter whatever types of content is inappropriate and leave others. I have enjoyed the flexibility with that.
AOL? There internet filter is a joke. And, I can't figure out whey they designate every profile I was to establish with a filter on the account as "child" with juvenile graphics. Insulting. Even BellSouth does this. Even as an adult, I don't want certain materials and images at fingertips in my homes. Even the most innocent, self controlled, and well guarded people get curious, and there is the door. Ladies, we are to be keepers of our homes in areas like this according to Proverbs 31. To diligently oversee our households. If you aren't up on this stuff: funnybandaids@email.com will reach me to see how you can set things up in your household to watch what goes on better.
TV...an area we still need to work on in our home.
Back to subject: I guess I just assumed ditigally speaking, the government pretty much had access to whatever it wanted at this point, legal or not. The whole "big brother" thing.
For instance, a friend of ours has had his firewall show blocks from the government trying to hack his computer for whatever information. He's of no threat, just emails a lot. Who knows?
~~~Things that make you go Hm Publish Post mm.
Jill Carroll "Letter from Baghdad..."
Boing Boing: Jill Carroll "Letter from Baghdad: What a Way to Make a Living"
Click here to read the abducted journalist's own words. There is a link at the bottom to follow the full sotry she wrote regarding the life of a freelance journalist, their goals, thoughts, risks.
Productive Winter Bliss
Well, life is good--yesterday I realized I could do blog entries from Outlook and I am thrilled with that. So, I don't have to log in to their system to do it. That has potential. I like Outlook's editor better, and I am hoping I can upload pics this way. Technology advances just thrill me to no end. Okay, so I am a certified geek, but a happy one.
(Later note: faq says "no" on the pics...still have to add those later.)
Noteworthy:
(Later note: faq says "no" on the pics...still have to add those later.)
Noteworthy:
Just sorted about fifty (FIFTY) (50) odd pair of socks from the dreaded sock basket (ESM, you should be so glad you didn't get recruited this time, but I missed you). This is one of my least favorite chores in all creation...which is why I have a "sock basket". It's rather simple...I just don't socks unless they come out of the dryer together by some static cling thing. And no, we are not going to pin them together with safety pins before putting them in the wash, or even the hook deals you can use. This is extreme type A behavior...I am not an extreme type A person...I am an efficiency person at this point in my life. I'm worn down.
But, no worry...this technique somehow gets me a week's worth of socks. I can recognize Mr. Wonderfuls dress socks and will look for his and mine...this kids? Well, whoever invented "days of the week" socks and sold them through mail order to grandmothers cheap should be hung twice.
So, in my laundry sweep, the sock basket was overflowing. I couldn't tell what was clean and dirty anymore....weep, whail, mourn, drink a lot of coffee, eat a lot of chocolate, take a deep breath...it is time. This time, I recruited my kids...more for moral support than help. It feels good to have someone else to get onto if the work isn't getting done besides myself! :-)
Noteworthy 2:
But, no worry...this technique somehow gets me a week's worth of socks. I can recognize Mr. Wonderfuls dress socks and will look for his and mine...this kids? Well, whoever invented "days of the week" socks and sold them through mail order to grandmothers cheap should be hung twice.
So, in my laundry sweep, the sock basket was overflowing. I couldn't tell what was clean and dirty anymore....weep, whail, mourn, drink a lot of coffee, eat a lot of chocolate, take a deep breath...it is time. This time, I recruited my kids...more for moral support than help. It feels good to have someone else to get onto if the work isn't getting done besides myself! :-)
Noteworthy 2:
My other least favorite chore of all time: Mopping. Today, I mop. I know...I've turned a new leaf (more like a quarterly necessity, but we'll keep it positive sounding.) I'm not talking about touch up mopping. I'm talking about the kind you needs boots and a scouring pad for. I have the chairs all moved and everything! Yup, it's serious.
One time, I played "soap hockey" with the kids while mopping--a riot! Almost broke several legs and lost several bars of soap to dust bunnies under the over that day. We've not done it since. We've not played in this house...the oven is rather protected. Hmmm...I feel another moral booster coming on.
One time, I played "soap hockey" with the kids while mopping--a riot! Almost broke several legs and lost several bars of soap to dust bunnies under the over that day. We've not done it since. We've not played in this house...the oven is rather protected. Hmmm...I feel another moral booster coming on.
Well, with all this talk, I did NOT get my laundry room fully cleaned yesterday. But, I did work up enough positive vibes to do it today. I am ready now. I decided that the "ten minute cleaning method" might serve me better on that one...meaning, I can only handle ten minutes of that mess at a time.
This is not just washing laundry here we're talking about, it's sorting MONTHS of the kids "favorite stuff" no longer wearable, in season...whatever. Uggh. Trash bag time. I need to get rid of a lot of their "stuff". Does any mother get the appropriate recompense for this dreaded chore? Is there an appropriate recompensense?
Noteworthy 3:
This is not just washing laundry here we're talking about, it's sorting MONTHS of the kids "favorite stuff" no longer wearable, in season...whatever. Uggh. Trash bag time. I need to get rid of a lot of their "stuff". Does any mother get the appropriate recompense for this dreaded chore? Is there an appropriate recompensense?
Noteworthy 3:
After this big aventure, paper de-accumulation and touch up painting my next big winter goals. I know, too exciting for words, but we have a plan, we are moving, we are making like better...and there is no "we", but "me". I think I saw we because it makes me feel more powerful. I guess it is "we"...Jesus and me, and my somewhat helpful moral boosting (at times) kids . We are busy. This is good for winter.
Friends, it's a good time to call and cheer for me.
Hope you are pursuing something challenging today. NEW MOTTO for the month: GET THROUGH WINTER WELL!
Love,
Me
1/19/2006
My Contemporary Christian Music Pics
(Added Note: All song links have been updated)
Here are some of my fav in inspiring Contemporary Christian Music right now (other than the worship most of us know and do at church.) Most here are relatively or very new, some unheard or undiscovered (as of yet!)
I know...you are getting excited just thinking about it.
Here are some of my fav in inspiring Contemporary Christian Music right now (other than the worship most of us know and do at church.) Most here are relatively or very new, some unheard or undiscovered (as of yet!)
I know...you are getting excited just thinking about it.
I included the iTunes links so that you can preview. For those of you new to iTunes, it's $.99 a piece, legal, need iTunes software loaded on a computer running at least XP.
Here are enough for a pretty full CD --a great CD. Lots of acoustic guitar and worshippful stuff...much could go into worship I think.
Buy it and burn it in the order pace you like. I do a workout CD when I burn them...10-15 of fast music, 10-15 of moderate, 10-15 of slow cool down and weights.
Enjoy! Very much a winter's break, and yes, again, it's legal.
Here are enough for a pretty full CD --a great CD. Lots of acoustic guitar and worshippful stuff...much could go into worship I think.
Buy it and burn it in the order pace you like. I do a workout CD when I burn them...10-15 of fast music, 10-15 of moderate, 10-15 of slow cool down and weights.
Enjoy! Very much a winter's break, and yes, again, it's legal.
Using Mozilla Firefox browser, a scarey looking message comes up asking you if you trust the external application. Yes, you trust iTunes...click yes.
I guarantee you won't be disappointed...well, you get to preview. Song previews are 30 seconds (obviously, not as good as the whole song, but a great flavor to see if it's remotely up your alley....which, it will be. I have faith.)
We all know I pick good music, so why wouldn't it be great?
Let me know if you have any trouble and what you think. Get ready for some good stuff! New artists.
THE LIST
Pitiful
I'm tired.
From the top of my head to the soles of my feet.
Just tired.
Tired of the mundane, dishes, paper, messes, laundry, tasks undone.
Tired.
Tired of me. Tired of problems. Tired of stress. Tired of resting. Tired of trying to work and getting little done "ahead".
Time for a change.
Here it comes....I can't feel it. It surges within me.
Hope! Release! Ideas! Energy!
Yes! Well, there it is. Isn't that glorious?
The answer to my winter weariness.
Order.
It will be beautiful. It will be great.
It will make me feel less cluttered. More together.
So...there you go.
Top that.
From the top of my head to the soles of my feet.
Just tired.
Tired of the mundane, dishes, paper, messes, laundry, tasks undone.
Tired.
Tired of me. Tired of problems. Tired of stress. Tired of resting. Tired of trying to work and getting little done "ahead".
Time for a change.
Here it comes....I can't feel it. It surges within me.
Hope! Release! Ideas! Energy!
I will clean out my laundry room.
Yes! Well, there it is. Isn't that glorious?
The answer to my winter weariness.
Order.
It will be beautiful. It will be great.
It will make me feel less cluttered. More together.
So...there you go.
Top that.
1/17/2006
Testing
Don't you just love it when you learn a new tool for spritual warfare which seems immediately effective?
Do you know what kind of bull's eye this puts on you?
I could go into great depth and detail this week, but why rehash it and give any glory other than to the one to and through whom I will have victory promised me?
(This blog much more positive a slant than the first I wrote. For the first time in history, "blogger" would not upload it and lost it. Either it was too inspiring for it's own good, or just bad).
On to "making scrapbooks instead of dart boards." I rather liked that thought.
Adios!
Do you know what kind of bull's eye this puts on you?
I could go into great depth and detail this week, but why rehash it and give any glory other than to the one to and through whom I will have victory promised me?
(This blog much more positive a slant than the first I wrote. For the first time in history, "blogger" would not upload it and lost it. Either it was too inspiring for it's own good, or just bad).
On to "making scrapbooks instead of dart boards." I rather liked that thought.
Adios!
1/16/2006
Hard Monday
Today, my kids had the day off school, I had a lot of dealines, not of which went smoothly at all.
My kids talking non-stop for the last twelve hours in circles of conversations that never reach a conclusion or agreement and never end. Most of the day, "Stop talking." was the final decision. Constant interrogation.
I am tired.
Some days, days are just too long.
God blessed with some very fun moments, fortunately.
My "thankful spirit" experiment is going to be stretched this week at this pace!
Me
My kids talking non-stop for the last twelve hours in circles of conversations that never reach a conclusion or agreement and never end. Most of the day, "Stop talking." was the final decision. Constant interrogation.
I am tired.
Some days, days are just too long.
God blessed with some very fun moments, fortunately.
My "thankful spirit" experiment is going to be stretched this week at this pace!
Me
1/15/2006
At War, with thanks
I have come to the determination that Sunday nights have to be my least favorite time of the week. I know all God made is good, and I'm looking for a way to be thankful for it...but, I realize, tonight, that I just currently am not that fond of it. Hubby goes back to work tomorrow...it's his birthday. All of us have the day off, and he doesn't. Of couse, he wouldn't TAKE the day off...that would be worse torture than just working given his Mondays.
A great weekend. Lots of fun and smiles and family. Then Monday.
I'm really working on the spiritual warfare element of "thanksgiving", and I have to say, it rocks. Generally speaking, I just think too many unthankful thoughts, let my mind do it's own little pesky thing too often, and don't listen to what all is in their enough at all. I tried it one morning last week. From the time I got up, I determined every thought would be turned into a thankful thought. Well, I had a mile high stack of thankful pancakes getting flopped over that day!
I had no idea.
So, let's see:
Thank you, my Lord and God, that you give me precious weekends, and that you give me vibrant Sunday mornings of worship and that you give me restful Sunday nights of worship.
Thank you that I can enjoy the call of where you have me right now in my life.
Thank you that you have given me my heart's desire in what I am attempting to do (and I risk unthankful spirit saying, doing it not nearly as well as I'd like most days.) But, I thank you that I can trust you to teach me and take me where I need to go. I thank you that you are increasing in me a heart to listen and learn.
I thank you for my weaknesses, for they give opportunity for you to show grace (let me never abuse that principle). But, I thank you that you can change me, and change in me things others don't like, in your time, when you want to, when my weaknesses can no longer be used for your glory. And you promise that everything in me can be redeemed, so I know that even the faults and weaknesses and things about me I hate are there for a reason, being refined, but being used by you as I offer myself up.
Forgive me for stray thoughts that don't glorify you, Lord. Help me learn to truly know and understand what it is to be a "warrior". To "fight". Taking every thought captive to the knowledge of Christ.
And thank you for chocolate.
And for the will to eat less of it!
Me
A great weekend. Lots of fun and smiles and family. Then Monday.
I'm really working on the spiritual warfare element of "thanksgiving", and I have to say, it rocks. Generally speaking, I just think too many unthankful thoughts, let my mind do it's own little pesky thing too often, and don't listen to what all is in their enough at all. I tried it one morning last week. From the time I got up, I determined every thought would be turned into a thankful thought. Well, I had a mile high stack of thankful pancakes getting flopped over that day!
I had no idea.
So, let's see:
Thank you, my Lord and God, that you give me precious weekends, and that you give me vibrant Sunday mornings of worship and that you give me restful Sunday nights of worship.
Thank you that I can enjoy the call of where you have me right now in my life.
Thank you that you have given me my heart's desire in what I am attempting to do (and I risk unthankful spirit saying, doing it not nearly as well as I'd like most days.) But, I thank you that I can trust you to teach me and take me where I need to go. I thank you that you are increasing in me a heart to listen and learn.
I thank you for my weaknesses, for they give opportunity for you to show grace (let me never abuse that principle). But, I thank you that you can change me, and change in me things others don't like, in your time, when you want to, when my weaknesses can no longer be used for your glory. And you promise that everything in me can be redeemed, so I know that even the faults and weaknesses and things about me I hate are there for a reason, being refined, but being used by you as I offer myself up.
Forgive me for stray thoughts that don't glorify you, Lord. Help me learn to truly know and understand what it is to be a "warrior". To "fight". Taking every thought captive to the knowledge of Christ.
And thank you for chocolate.
And for the will to eat less of it!
Me
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