Lonely Christmas Night

I stretch my back and stop for just a moment, looking at the sign. I had gone 2 miles and still had one more mile to go. I readjusted my book bag and started off. It was Christmas week and all had gone wrong. My car was in the shop, I lost my phone on the bus and in the evenings I had to walk 3 miles to catch the closest bus. I was tired, cold and nearly in tears. Without a car I would not make it to the annual Christmas Eve party with my aunts, uncles, & cousins, in a way I was sadden at it all. I was too broke to give even a small gift to my niece and even thought for the first year in history I actually had all my Christmas cards delivered on time, I really wasn’t in the Christmas mood.

MASH!

Do you remember M.A.S.H!? The game that most girls played when they were a tweens and teenager that game that would decide your future? Oh yes, you would put down names of guys that you were “In Love” with or would one day like to marry. You would pick your future cars, how many kids, your future jobs. Then if you really want you would put your wedding colors, what month you would be married, where you would live, what your husband’s occupancy would be and before you knew it you would have a huge list. Then your friend would make a swirl or lines till you tell them to stop this deciding the number. Slowly you would count off. You either sigh a bit of relief when certain things would be marked off or saddened as your “One True Love” was marked off! When all is said and done your future would be decided for you. With either great delight or fear and prayers it won’t come true.

Politically Correct Christmas... I Mean Holiday Report

NEWS FLASH - The Politically Correct Police have stormed the country this Christmas… Holiday. Watch out they may invade you town at anytime! If you don’t want to persecute or possibly offend someone else, we advise you at this time to do the following. Please remove all “Christmas” from all your Holiday display. The word has “Christ” in it and to the unbeliever this might upset them. From now on all Christmas items will be replaced with the word “Holiday”. They will be Holiday Cards, Holiday Cookies, Holiday Trees, Holiday Songs, and so on.

From Immodest to Modest... Helping New Converts

This has been on my mind lately, not sure why but I thought I might share some of my thoughts and see if you have any suggestions.

There is nothing like a new convert in the church who starting to embrace holiness standards but to change a whole wardrobe isn’t easy. Sometimes they might only have a handful of hand me down outfits and their current wardrobe nearly useless! I figure I would give a few suggestions that allow you to look into a new convert’s current closet and hopefully find suggestions for modest outfits. These are suggestions for women and young ladies, and girls.

Princess Lessons, A Song and the Greatest Love Story EVER!

Ok so lately there has been an email going back and forth about love stories started by my best friend amoung a few friends! Talking about does some love stories make you gag or giggle or sigh or what. It just seems to keep taking a twist but since I work so hard on a reply all I figure I would share it. Recently we began talking about the famous Princess Stories... Here is what I wrote in reply! Enjoy!

May We Never Forget! 9/11

Most of us can remember that day. Where they were how they received the news and how they felt. The confusion as people tried to straighten out the news they received was it a bomb? Now two planes and it hit the world trade center or was it the Pentagon? Did you wonder if there were more planes that might be dangerous? Did you know anyone who might be hurt?

Just Wait

We all hate to wait, especially in these days and times. We want quick services, fast food, everything sent immediately, and rapid answers. If we wait longer then usual we are upset. We don’t like to wait.

My Little Chocolate Chips

My Chocolate Chips! When we think about Chocolate Chips we think of those little burst of sweetness that add to an otherwise boring cookie or normal bread. But that not what I’m talking about, I’m talking about My Chocolate Chips, my Sunday school kids!!!

My Thoughts on Woodstock 1969

Woodstock 1969, I wasn’t there. In fact, I wasn’t born either; my mom had to of only been 9 maybe 10 years old. I reflect on Woodstock only on what I read in text books, internet and what I have heard about that eventful 3 days in history now 40 years ago. I remember before I dedicated my life to God when I was 14, watching hours of MTV and hearing about Woodstock. To me at the time it was a grand and amazing event, a one of a kind that I hope I could see repeated and I could attend. Now at age 25, I dread to see a similar event come together. In fact, I fear for it. Woodstock to be honest was to me now a nasty, insane, ungodly and devilish event and I refuse to give it any glory.

A Time to Play and A Time to Cuddle

I don’t know whose fault it was hers or mine, I think we saw each other at the same time. She followed me as I walked by peering casual in. I brought my fingers to the window being careful not to tap, but she was glued immediately. She stood back and stared and I could hear a little growl from her little throat moments before she tried to attack my fingers. I laughed out loud! For ten minutes, I slowly moved my fingers across the window, for ten minutes she attempted to attack the window, licking, biting, growling and wagging her small little tail. I was captivated by her and she by me.

Just Sing...

“Just Sing,”

It seems to be what my heart and soul was crying out for me to do. But everything else told me not to sing. I had just cried till I had no tears left, I had been having a rough day, more like a rough year. I didn’t want to sing, I wanted to cry, I wanted curl up and die temporally, and I did not want to sing. I was to low in spirit that singing would not help, it would not solve my problems, and it would not meet my needs.

Heritage or Bust!!!

I don't know about you but planning trips are fun!!! I love looking for deals on hotels, mapquesting exact details, finally rented my first car (25 now) and so much more! Often I have everything planned out weeks in advance! I know exactly what time I'm leaving, how much I'm going to spend and so much more but when you travel with our youth group... You Just NEVER Know what going to happen!!!

New Blog!

Ok I know another Blog! Don't you have enough girl! Well I wanted this one to stay with stories but I want people to meet me for who I am! The not so normal girly!!! LOL I just started but mark it, follow it or whatever! I used to have an xanga blog but not everyone can comment and so I will be posting some of the old favorite from there. Hope you enjoy!!!

How Old Am I?

Birthday: the anniversary of a birth. Simply said by Webster.

On July 5th, I will celebrate just that, but how old will I really be? According to the actual day I was born, this year will mark my 25th Birthday, the 25th year anniversary of my birth, a celebration of life. But how old am I really going to be this year? I was born 25 years ago, that should make me 25 right?

Advice from 25 year old!

Ok so in a little over a week I'm turning old! LOL Well only 25 but that halfway to fifty!!!! Crazyness!! I'm having a "midlife crisis" not really but it really been a weird thing for me lately! I've been freaking out for weeks. Well I guess it because for 2 years I don't really remember so I think it snuck up on me!

"Mommy, Look At Her!"

I was having a rough day, well that would be a great understatement. I woke up late, I was late for work. I wasn’t able to take a shower, my clothes were sorta wrinkled and my hair was a mess! When I get to work it was crazy busy, I was on the go the minute I stepped in. It seemed every call that I answered was just plain rude to me. Everything went wrong and I could go on and on. Minutes before I was supposed to clocked out my boss, yelled at me for something I didn’t do, but I just tried to grin and bare it instead of pointing fingers.

May 26, 1996

She was just a skinny little 10 year old; she looked like every average kid out there. But if you could of seen her heart you would of seen pain, suffering and bleeding. If you would of seen her soul it was black as coal, old and dirty. On May 26, 1996, in what normally was the cafeteria for the campgrounds, was a small church gathered together for a Memorial Day “Family Camp”. Three little wayward sisters, who had just been introduced to the a "new" part of the family where able to go to this forest retreat. After a service, preached by Bro. Hopkins, who has now gone on to be with the Lord, that skinny little girl stood up wanting to know more. Who would of known on that day, the Windows of Heaven would open and come down to this lost little girl in the world, but Thank God it did happen.

Memorial Day ~ Thanks ~

Memorial Day Weekend is upon us and I want to share my favorite song in honor of our American Soldiers! For my good friends, for my brother, Brian, for those I don't personally know but have fought for my freedom, but mostly for my Grandpa K. Grandpa you fought in World War II, and saw the worst of the worst during those times. I wish I could of heard the stories from you but you would of never share the stories. You were one of the first soldier to step foot on concentration camps and set many people free. I love and miss you Grandpa!

I Want to Be Like the Moon!

I Want To Be Like the Moon! Because like the moon reflects the light from the sun, I want to relfect the light of the Son of God. Like the moon shine so brightly in the darkness, I want to shine so brightly in this dark world. The moon is not of this world, neither do I want to be apart of this world. The moon makes an affect though on the world, it causes the waves in the ocean, I want to stir up the water of the world. When the moon becomes nothing but a sliver, and is called the "Fingernail of God", I want people to look at me in the tough times and see the "Finger of God" on my life. Like the moon it's surface is not perfect, but the "Man on the Moon" is seen through it's imperfection, I am not perfect either, but through my imperfection I want Him to shined perfectly, and I want people to see His grace and mercy in my life as the "Face of God" Just like the faithful moon rises every evening, I want to be faithful to those around me. I Want to Be Like the Moon. ~Jacqueline~

For Bri

Hi Bri,


Ok so you have no idea who I am but I'm posting this anyways. Awhile back some of the younger girls in my church were talking about a young girl in California who was very sick, that was you. I can't remember exactly when I first heard about you having cancer. I am a cancer survivor. I was 22 when I was first diagnoised. I have always had a great burden for young ladies so when I heard you were sick it struck even deeper in my heart. I understand what it is like to be sick as a young person. I understand most like better then most, but there some things I don't fully understand.

Relay For Life Pictures!

Please check out the pictures of the Relay for Life on my other blog. You Can Change Lives!

Thanks!!!

Jacqui

Please Pray... Thanks!!!!

Ok so I try to keep my Midnight Reflection's Blog a story only blog, this is my "Professional" Blog. LOL But I need your prayer! I have 6 days to push a Relay for Life of Scottsdale at my work. The event is on FRIDAY!!!! I only have a handful of walkers, no money raised, but I do have a passion! I have to speak for 5 minutes at the Staff meeting on Thursday morning in front of all of the managers! (Eeeekkkkk!!!) Pray! Pray! Pray! I want to be a witness! I am a Cancer Survivor. I had Thyroid Cancer about 2 years ago and this year it has really hit home all that I went through. God was so good to me and still is!

Through the Eyes of Barabbas (Break)

I apologize to those who have been reading the Story of Barabbas. Between Work, Church and School, plus weddings, ralleys, fundraisers and oh I forgot my love for sleep, I just haven't had time to finish the story. Give me a little bit before I finish it.

Through the Eyes of Barabbas (Part 2)

The young soldier hesitated. Peering side to side, before leaning forward to speak so only the prisoner’s ears could hear and without drawing attention to them. “That is Jesus of Nazareth; he is some religious crazy man. They said he would teach on the hillside, sometimes talking in riddles and stories. They also said he was some type of miracle worker. He healed the sick and raised the dead. He also did miracles with food, multiplying small amount of bread and fish to feed many people and turning water to wine. He could calm the raging sea and even cast devils out of men.”

Through the Eyes of Barabbas (Part 1)

What was it like to be there on the day Jesus was condemned to death? What were people thinking when they watched as he was beaten and mocked? Did they realize that Jesus was taking the place for them so that they did not have to die in sin? Many writers have tried to put in words what might have happen as those events unfolded.

Hope in the Words of Old

He was sitting on the side of the hill; it was his first night alone with the sheep. The little boy wanted to be brave but he honestly was a little scared. Gathering the little lamb close in his lap, he began to think of his favorite story, the story of the might leader and warrior Joshua. When he was younger, he and his friends would reenact the Battle of Jericho. They would march around in a circle seven times then shouting like crazy and attacking their pretend enemies and proclaim victory! The boy shivered it seemed so easy then to be brave, now as he heard the howl of a far off wolf he didn’t feel so brave.

Simply Miracles

Simply Miracles
A Research on Miracles

Miracles, what are they? The dictionary[1] says a miracle means an extra ordinary events manifesting divine intervention in human affairs. Another definition means an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment. What is a miracle? Do they still happen? Here is a simple explanation of what a miracle is and what it can be?

A Little Rant & Rave about "Ring Around the Rosy"

A little rant and rave and small solution! LOL

Ok so this is supposed to be my stories and such but I have to give background for this one in order to show why I wrote this song. In high school I studied the origins of many nursery rhymes and fairy tales. It quite an amazing the history and don't recommend studing to hard or all your innocent nursery rhymes will no longer be so innocent.

I Will Never Leave You

A Journey with Cancer

“For he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Hebrew 13:5

“Honey, you need to breath NOW.” “I will never leave you.” “Nothing wrong with you, you are just stressed.” “I will never leave you.” “You really need to see a specialist and soon.” “I will never leave you.” “We are going to do more test.” “I will never leave you.” “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have cancer.” “I will never leave you.”

Two Poems

An old poem I wrote about 8 plus years ago easily. I'm not sure if I have it right I did it from memory.

How did you feel when you came out of the wilderness?

Ok I wanted to stay away from just blogging "non stories" but I would like to ask for assistance for a story. I got inspired on the way home from work, when I saw a building that use to be a church we rented. It now a coffeehouse. But I was wondering if you could tell me in one or two paragraphs about when you got the Holy Ghost.

An Old Fashion Testimony Service

*This is what I call a story song; it is a story that is created that incorporates a song. The story may sound good on paper but it mostly meant to be told. The lines in Italics Bold are simply meant to be sung. The goal is draw the audience into the story and then incorporating a very familiar song. The story is then ended in a song, to allow the congregation to get involved in worshipping the Lord. I don’t know if anyone else has ever done this or what the real what it called. But I found I enjoy this style of putting together, music, story telling and writing all wrapped into one for the praise and worship of my Lord Jesus Christ. Please comment I would like to know what you think. JSC*

What Do You Mean It's Over?!?!

What do you mean it’s over?!?!? It just happened and you’re already taking down the decorations. I know they have been up since the end of November but really so soon? You barely have finished assembling the “Only 10 easy minutes to assemble” toy of your child that took you days to figure out. Beside the kids haven’t finished playing will all the boxes and wrapping paper rolls yet… I mean toys that you bought for them.