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Name: Nina
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 1/14/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Praising, glorifying, and spending time with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, reading, playing volleyball (although I haven't played in a while), fellowshipping with my dear brothers and sisters, singing (mainly when I'm home alone or driving alone in the car)
Expertise: Fourth Grade teacher (yay!) at Chino Hills Christian School, maybe future missionary...whatever the Lord has in store for my life. Here I am, Lord, use me. =)
Forever student...I love learning! Go Titans!
GO BRUINS!!!
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/15/2003
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| Tomorrow I take one step out of my bubble, out of my comfort zone and head east towards Idyllwild. In the midst of the trees and God's beautiful landscape, 24 hurt, broken, and precious children will also head towards the same location: Camp Alandale. For the next week I, along with two junior highers, will be singing, praying, reading the Word, laughing, swimming, hiking, rope climbing, chatting, possibly crying, loving the Lord, knowing our Father more, learning, cooking, cleaning, having more fun, running, jumping, being silly, Bible studying, and opening our hearts to the Lord.
I'm excited and nervous. I know the Lord led me to this camp. I know He had me hear the announcement on the radio last summer. I know He put it in my heart to go to a meeting last summer to find out what it's all about. I know He granted me this excitement and drive to apply last summer. I know He put it in my heart to pray for the rest of the year. I know He had the coordinators call me earlier this year to see if I was still interested. I know that He allowed the interview to go well. I know that He opened up my schedule to go this coming week. I know God did it all. By His sovereign plan, He is allowing me be a part of this great ministry to touch the lives of young children. God did it all and I praise HIM!
Please pray for me this coming week. Pray that the hearts of the two campers I will be in charge of would be receptive of the gospel and recieve Christ this week. Pray that they would seek refuge in the arms of our loving Savior. Pray that they would give thier lives to Christ, surrender everything to Him, and live passionate lives for His glory. Pray that I would be able to share the gospel to other campers as well. Pray that the Holy Spirit would work through me and that I would be sensitive to what He wants me to do while I am at camp. Pray that I would love the Lord more as I am at camp. Pray that I would grow to be more like Christ this week as I lay aside my desires to help the campers there. Above all: Pray that the Lord would be glorified and exalted at camp...To God be the glory! | | |
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July 8, 2007
She lives in her own little world, this kingdom in her mind
Where everyone does her every wish, her every command
She cares not how she treats them or how they feel
She only wants what she wants; her way or the highway
She has a sweet smile, oftentimes masking the hurt or anger inside
But she wears her emotions on her royal sleeve
They all see it; she sees it
Her eyes are dark, telling her emotions, screaming her frustration
They are her weapon; her subjects tremble when she unleashes their knightly fury
She has many thoughts but voices very few
She keeps many frustrations to herself
In times of emotional distress, she cries out
Her subjects listen quietly as if they are asleep
Indeed they are, or try to be
Then the royal Princess climbs back onto her thrown
Hurt, she lays yet another brick on the wall
And paints a royal smile back on her face
She feeds off her subjects’ fear
The very stench drives her, empowers her
She feasts on their intimidation and desires more of this fowl character
Their quivering voices, cowering eyes, hunched shoulders
Feed her, disgust her, make her want it more and more
It sickens her, but she can’t resist
She goes about doing her regal tasks
Prim and proper; no detail overlooked; perfected perfection
Everything must be done her way
Everything
Or else her fury
Quick, cover your eyes
Don’t look
I hate her
I loathe this princess
She haunts me; she follows me wherever I go
It seems like she grows stronger every day
She overshadows me and stalks me, watching my every move and wanting to escape
Waiting to escape; watching for the very moment when she can come out
I beat her and suppress her royal highness
Sometimes she lives too deep to kill her
But I try to mortify
Others are sent to do the same, with little avail
I fight and fight, but her forces seem stronger at times
I see her face in the mirror and it scares me
I am saddened to think that she sits on my thrown
She takes over my world, my life
I need the King to help me; He is the only One who should rule my life
No princess, no prince, no one but Him
The King can mortify this thief
or better yet He can change her and make her a servant
Just like His Son
He can drop her from her royal pillow and allow her to wash the feet of others
What a privilege, what an awesome turn of events
By His decree He can save her, He can transform her
Only the King can do it
This princess has no chance when He is on the thrown
And He is always on the thrown
Finally, I can take off my tiara
It pierces my head, leaving scars and wounds to remind me of my past
Finally I can start being the servant
Finally, I can escape her world and live in His
I know that she will always be there
Until I finally enter His pearly gates
But every day I must cut her off, gauge her out, pluck it out, mortify
Every day I must take up a symbol of my new life
My cross
Every day I must look to the King for wisdom and guidance
Farewell princess
Good riddance
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| When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
PRAISE GOD THAT MY SINS -- ALL MY SINS, EVERY ONE OF MY SINS -- ARE NAILED TO THE GLORIOUS CROSS. PRAISE GOD THAT I BEAR THEM -- ALL OF THEM, EVERY ONE OF THEM -- NO MORE.
PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, O MY SOUL!!!! | | |
| Give me one pure and holy passion
Give me one maginficent ambition
Oh Jesus, Give me one glorious ambition for my life
To know and follow hard after You
To know and follow hard after You
To go and make disciples of the Truth
This world is empty, pale, and poor
compared to knowing you, my Lord
Lead me on and I will run after You
I praise our beautiful Savior for the precious and life-changing weekend in Minnesota. Much time was spent in prayer, in tears, in the Word, in meditation, in constant fellowship, in uplifting children to the Lord. Much time was spent hearing the Word be preached powerfully and passionately. Much time was spent hearing different means to share the gospel to children. Much time was spent in awe of who Jesus is and what He has done on the cross to save us, and to save the future generation.
They were three glorious days to hear and see other's passion for the lost and love for Christ. I was spiritually revived, though physically drained. God has flamed the passion He has given me for the lost, for children, for lost children. They, though small, are still people who need Jesus Christ. They are sinners who need a Savior. They are still souls who will spend eternity either in heaven or hell. They need the gospel to save them.
It is my prayer that the Lord use me to impart the Truth to children I come into contact now: for the students in my class, for the children in my school, for the sons and daughters of the titas and titos of my church. God has entrusted these precious ones to us, CFBC, and we need to be serious about the work before us. I need to labor for thier joy in Christ, and for God's glory through thier lives. May we be useful. May we be eager. May we serve the Lord with gladness as we continue to share the gospel to them.
There's so much more I have learned. I praise God so much for this past weekend. If you would like to know more, talk to me. I will be happy to share God's goodness. May we continue to pray for the children: that God would grow them and save them, that they may give thier lives to Christ and the sake of His kingdom.
Give them one pure and holy passion
Give them one magnificent obsession
Jesus, give them one glorious ambition for thier life
To know and follow hard after You
To know and follow hard after You
To go and make disciples of the Truth
This world is empty, pale, and poor
compared to knowing You, my Lord
Lead them on and they will run after You
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