Radio Girl

Well, the Lord works in MYSTERIOUS ways..!! And sometimes VERY SUDDEN too!!
We had some visitors this evening and discovered that one young one woman, Gloria, works for Radio Canaan 99.9FM as the radio announcer and as we talked, my dad suggested I share with her my childhood-dream (though short-lived) of becoming a radio-narrator. I told them of how Lynn Brooks of BBN Radio was one of my heroines as a child, how I had wanted to one day narrate books on the radio as she does and with the help of my mother, had even contacted her and asked her for some advice on realizing my dream. I explained that very recently, my dad had suggested to me that I narrate books over the radio in Spanish on the new radio station recently set-up in Guaimaca, Honduras. Gloria was very enthusiastic and commented me on my voice!!! Imagine my surprise as I currently have a cold with a cough!!!! She pulled a leaflet from her purse and asked me to read a few announcements to her. After nervously reading them aloud to her, she congratulated me and asked if she could pick me up on Monday to take me over to the station to make a few recordings to get me used to the idea of making radio announcements before I start recording my narration of whichever-book-I-decide-upon. I agreed...!!!!
So...... Please pray for my voice!! I don't know what else to say! I guess I'm now on the radio! haha Please pray with me that I get over my cold and cough before Monday gets here!!

~Whispers In The Hallway~

Thinking of hallways

Will always take me
To that old hallway
Back in Tennessee.


The hallway was lit
With rather dim light
When we huddled there
And talked every night.


When we fisrt started
To rendezvous there,
There was laughter, peace,
And joy in the air.


The plans for the morn,
Affairs of the day,
The gig next weekend,
The trip yesterday...


The more that we talked,
The more we discovered.
Long legs were measured,
Religious views covered.


The hallway became
Our Fellowship Place.
The strong love we forged
Was elite as lace.


A place of bonding,
Of coming undone,
Secrets were whispered,
And wars were begun.


Hugs were given there,
And hands there were pressed,
With high-fives and tears
Our hallway was blessed.


Many emotions
Were shared in that place.
Cold, solemn, closed doors...
Warm, ardent embrace...


Footprints, cat-litter...
Toothpaste, straw, soap, hair...
Sawdust, wood-shavings...
Face-powder, the floor bare...


That hallway floor had
Been walked on by all!
Boots from the swamp to
High-heels from the mall.


And then suddenly
Midst all of our fun,
You read in my eyes,
Hallway Days were done.


We tried not to show
The tears or the pain...
Avoiding goodbye,
Like ignoring rain.....


I'll never forget
The memories made.
Those voices, faces,
They never will fade.


I so often wish
To go there to sit
On our hallway floor
Just to reminisce,


Remember the days
Of friendship so true,
Whispers in the hallway,
And sitting with you.

~AH
Written 12am, October 1st, 2011

Becoming Fools

RECEIVING ONE'S SELF IN THE FIRES OF SORROW

What shall I say? Father, save me, from this hour? But for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify Thy name.

My attitude as a saint to sorrow and difficulty is not to ask that they may be prevented, but to ask that I may preserve the self God created me to be through every fire of sorrow. Our Lord received Himself in the fire of sorrow, He was saved not from the hour, but out of the hour.

We say that there ought to be no sorrow, but there is sorrow, and we have to receive ourselves in its fires. If we try and evade sorrow, refuse to lay our account with it, we are foolish. Sorrow is one of the biggest facts in life; it is no use saying sorrow ought not to be. Sin and sorrow and suffering are, and it is not for us to say that God has made a mistake in allowing them.

Sorrow burns up a great amount of shallowness, but it does not always make a man better. Suffering either gives me my self or it destroys my self. You cannot receive your self in success, you lose your head; you cannot receive your self in monotony, you grouse. The way to find yourself is in the fires of sorrow. Why it should be so is another matter, but that it is so is true in the Scriptures and in human experience. You always know the man who has been through the fires of sorrow and received himself, you are certain you can go to him in trouble and find that he has ample leisure for you. If a man has not been through the fires of sorrow, he is apt to be contemptuous, he has no time for you. If you receive yourself in the fires of sorrow, God will make you nourishment for other people.

John 12:27-29 (R.V.)

--Oswald Chambers

This Is For Those Who Wait...

Another day, another waiting game
A little different but it's still the same
I am here, but where's the one I'm longing for?
I'm having trouble feeling all alone
Will my heart ever find a home?
I want to hope but sometimes I just don't know
I know I'm not the only one

So we sing a lullaby to the lonely hearts tonight
Let it set your heart on fire, let it set you free
When you're fighting to believe
In a love that you can't see
Just know there is a purpose
For those who wait

I want to open up my eyes
I know that all I need is time
I'm growing stronger every single day
God, I'm going to lean into You now
Letting go of all my fear and doubt
I can't do this on my own so I'll give You control
I know I'm not the only one

The pressure makes us stronger
The struggle makes us hunger
The hard lessons make the difference
The pressure makes us stronger
The struggle makes us hunger
The hard lessons make the difference
And the difference makes it worth it. . .






(--Fireflight)

Jesus Es Verbo No Sustantivo

"...Jesus es mas que una simple y llana teoría.
¿Que haces hermano leyendo la biblia todo el día?
Lo que ahi esta escrito se resume en amor, vamos ve y practicalo.
Jesus hermanos mios es verbo no sustantivo.

Jesus es mas que un templo de lujo con tendencia barroca
El sabe que total a la larga esto no es mas que roca
La iglesia se lleva en el alma y en los actos no se te olvide
Jesus hermanos mios es verbo no sustantivo

Jesus es mas que persignarse hincarse y hacer de esto alarde
El sabe que quiza por dentro la conciencia les arde
Jesus es mas que una flor en el altar "Salvadora De Pecados"
Jesus hermanos mios es verbo no sustantivo

Jesus es mas que un grupo de señoras de muy negra conciencia
Que pretenden ganarse el cielo con club de beneficencia
Si quieres tu ser miembro activa tendras que presentar a la directiva
Tu cuenta de ahorros en suiza y vinculos oficiales

Jesus convertia en hechos todos sus sermones
Que si tomas cafe es pecado dicen los mormones
Tienen tan poco que hacer que andan inventando cada cosa
Jesus hermanos mios es verbo no sustantivo

Jesus no entiende por que en el culto le aplauden
Hablan de honestidad sabiendo que el diezmo es un fraude
A jesus le da asco el pastor que se hace rico con la fe
Jesus hermanos mios es verbo no sustantivo

Señores no dividan la fe las fronteras son para los países
En este mundo hay mas religiones que niños felices
Jesus penso "me hare invisible para que todos mis hermanos
Dejen de estar hablando tanto de mi y se tiendan la mano"

Jesus eres el mejor testigo del amor que te profeso
Tengo la conciencia tranquila por eso no me confieso
Rezando dos padres nuestros el asesino no revive a su muerto
Jesus hermanos mios es verbo no sustantivo..."




--"Jesus Es Verbo No Sustantivo" de Ricardo Arjona

Es Una Locura...

Odiar a todas las rosas porque una te espino...

Enterrar todos tus sueños porque uno no se realizo...

Perder la fe en tus oraciones porque una no fue escuchada...

Desistir de tus esfuerzos porque uno fracaso...

Condenar a todas las amistades porque uno te traiciono...

No creer en ningún amor porque uno de ellos te lastimo...

 Pongamos nuestro amor, fe y confianza en Jesus. Y asi evitar la locura...