Cardboard testimonies...I first saw this on a friends blog post....
and then my friend Kristen, who just got baptized, her sister-in-law made this....
I thought after I had posted about Kristen's baptism it was only appropriate to share this as well. Who knows, maybe someday I'll write about my cardboard testimonies, but for now I'm rejoicing over theirs.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
NOW
There is a scene in Step Up 2...its my favorite scene that doesn't have dancing, but one of my favorite dance scenes is just before it, check it out sometime if you like dancing :)...The leading female says, "My mom always use to tell me 'Just be yourself, life is too short to be anything else. When I was little that sounded so strange, I mean how could I be anyone else? When she got cancer it was like the floor just fell from underneath me and I've been running ever since but now I can't find my way back."
The leading male's response..."Maybe its not about going back, maybe its about being right where you are."
This is so telling, her words could be mine, I have certainly found myself thinking quit often that I wish I could go back to who I was before, especially before my dad died but sometimes I even want it to be back before I came to college. I feel as though my faith was much stronger then, I was a dedicated servant at my church. etc. I mean there is the whole Bible college predicament where you have to find the heart of your walk with Christ outside of class, chapel, etc. Then theres grief, which throws a whole other aspect into this struggle. So in many ways I tried finding my way back to "that girl." The crazy thing is I wasn't sure what it was that I was missing to make me feel so different. As a result I was serching for a mystery that I thought would make me feel whole and fully happy again.
Its been a gradual process but more recently I have encountered the idea that I should really put the past behind me (boy is that a cliche) but seriously, I mean this in a way that recognizes there is no true way of going back to that person I once was and that is actually a good thing. It is only a block in the road to be thinking too often about wanting to go backward (trust me I realized how crazy it was to be thinking in this way but I still felt it) And then yesterday I had a moment with the Lord where it was like okay its time to let this go.
Even as I write this blog I have began to recognize that I only felt weaker in my faith than I once was because of the way it had been defined. When I came to college, suddenly my walk with the Lord was not about the church I had gone to or the ministries I had been a part of there because I wasn't going there anymore and I didn't immediately have a church to do the same. My faith really did have to become mine. I've heard people say that your faith has to become your own, not your parents but I always thought that since I didn't grow up going to church then when I did start going and recognized Christ as Lord and savior of my life then of course it was my faith not my parents but obviously there was some truth for me in what people were saying.Even if my faith wasn't defined by my parents, it did become intertwined with the other things I mentioned before (the church I went to and the ways I was involved). Now my faith is not a result of anything but my walk with Christ. Its me and Him. Everything else is a result of that. Yes I am a part of a community and yes I still love and want to be involved, service is so very important but none of that is what directly defines me as a christ follower. Now just give me Jesus, he is all I need to define me and he provides everything else I need including the essentails like the body of christ. Such things as my struggle with reading the word I can understand now because it wasnt a priority when it was church that defined me not Jesus. Now that it is Jesus, his Word is becoming so precious because it draws me closer to him, to understanding his love for me and our relationship, etc. This change has not been easy and though God has obviously been moving in this way for awhile considering I'm about to gradaute, the insight to what He has been doing is fresh to my mind. It seems so obvious now that I'm surprised I never realized it before but I know that God has a way of doing things just right, I mean he is God ;) So I'm sure this insight is perfect for closing this chapter of my life. I'm so thankful that I'm learning this before graduating. I guess like I said in the previous post about the worth of college, it really is worth it, if it wasn't before (which it was) than it is now more than ever.
In another one of my last posts I mentioned that it was time to live in the now. Iguess I just wasn't ready, which is interesting because the post was about being home so I'm thinking I wasn't really "home" at that point.Its time to talk more on that in the next post...
Gosh these blogs can really help a girl shed some light on things. Talk about really living in the now, how more in the now can you get than this. ;)
Thank you Jesus for using my blog to glorify you just like I prayed it would. I didn't fully realize it would be you teaching me that would glorify you but I will most certainly take it. Your thoughts really arn't my thoughts and your ways arn't my ways....there so much better!
The leading male's response..."Maybe its not about going back, maybe its about being right where you are."
This is so telling, her words could be mine, I have certainly found myself thinking quit often that I wish I could go back to who I was before, especially before my dad died but sometimes I even want it to be back before I came to college. I feel as though my faith was much stronger then, I was a dedicated servant at my church. etc. I mean there is the whole Bible college predicament where you have to find the heart of your walk with Christ outside of class, chapel, etc. Then theres grief, which throws a whole other aspect into this struggle. So in many ways I tried finding my way back to "that girl." The crazy thing is I wasn't sure what it was that I was missing to make me feel so different. As a result I was serching for a mystery that I thought would make me feel whole and fully happy again.
Its been a gradual process but more recently I have encountered the idea that I should really put the past behind me (boy is that a cliche) but seriously, I mean this in a way that recognizes there is no true way of going back to that person I once was and that is actually a good thing. It is only a block in the road to be thinking too often about wanting to go backward (trust me I realized how crazy it was to be thinking in this way but I still felt it) And then yesterday I had a moment with the Lord where it was like okay its time to let this go.
Even as I write this blog I have began to recognize that I only felt weaker in my faith than I once was because of the way it had been defined. When I came to college, suddenly my walk with the Lord was not about the church I had gone to or the ministries I had been a part of there because I wasn't going there anymore and I didn't immediately have a church to do the same. My faith really did have to become mine. I've heard people say that your faith has to become your own, not your parents but I always thought that since I didn't grow up going to church then when I did start going and recognized Christ as Lord and savior of my life then of course it was my faith not my parents but obviously there was some truth for me in what people were saying.Even if my faith wasn't defined by my parents, it did become intertwined with the other things I mentioned before (the church I went to and the ways I was involved). Now my faith is not a result of anything but my walk with Christ. Its me and Him. Everything else is a result of that. Yes I am a part of a community and yes I still love and want to be involved, service is so very important but none of that is what directly defines me as a christ follower. Now just give me Jesus, he is all I need to define me and he provides everything else I need including the essentails like the body of christ. Such things as my struggle with reading the word I can understand now because it wasnt a priority when it was church that defined me not Jesus. Now that it is Jesus, his Word is becoming so precious because it draws me closer to him, to understanding his love for me and our relationship, etc. This change has not been easy and though God has obviously been moving in this way for awhile considering I'm about to gradaute, the insight to what He has been doing is fresh to my mind. It seems so obvious now that I'm surprised I never realized it before but I know that God has a way of doing things just right, I mean he is God ;) So I'm sure this insight is perfect for closing this chapter of my life. I'm so thankful that I'm learning this before graduating. I guess like I said in the previous post about the worth of college, it really is worth it, if it wasn't before (which it was) than it is now more than ever.
In another one of my last posts I mentioned that it was time to live in the now. Iguess I just wasn't ready, which is interesting because the post was about being home so I'm thinking I wasn't really "home" at that point.Its time to talk more on that in the next post...
Gosh these blogs can really help a girl shed some light on things. Talk about really living in the now, how more in the now can you get than this. ;)
Thank you Jesus for using my blog to glorify you just like I prayed it would. I didn't fully realize it would be you teaching me that would glorify you but I will most certainly take it. Your thoughts really arn't my thoughts and your ways arn't my ways....there so much better!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
The BEST Feast Day yet!

Ah man....today was a great day. Today I saw my great friend Kristen Coski get baptized and after the journey of the last two years it was one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a long time. Today I remember the small things over these last couple of years like when I handed out index cards to everyone in the dorm last year with a name of another girl from the dorm on it, the only instruction was to pray for this person. I purposely gave Kristen's name to Bethany. I also remember telling the intern here at school that it would be good to put Kristen in Dr. Macks d-group and guess who was at Kristen's baptism? I remember the time Bethany, Melissa and I went to the hospital to visit Kristen, we didn't get to see her but we took an Oprah magazine and a candy bar to her. Lastly I remember the time it was just Bethany and myself at family prayer one Thursday night last year. We really poured our hearts out about several things including Kristen. I think one of the best parts of today was to see how many people have played strategic roles in Kristen's life. There were people praying for Kristen before she ever stepped foot on ACC's campus and have to continued to this very day. It really goes to show just how much each person as a part, can plant a seed in someones life. Out of us all, the Lord has wanted for Kristen to choose him more than any of us. He watered the seeds. So there you have it...don't think you don't have a place in the story of people's lives.
By the way, today I had a piece of Kristen's "birthday" cake (we threw her a party yesterday) hence the part about it being the best feast day. I really splurged after not eating anything s
weet last Sunday (I wouldn't suggest doing that) so I also had ice cream to, from Rita's ice custard happiness (check the website out if you don't know what it is).
P.S. again...In grieving you just might find that you become a more sensitive person, I had never cried at a wedding until my friends this past October and then today I sobbed. I never expect it or I would prepare myself with some tissue! Maybe I will learn someday! :)
weet last Sunday (I wouldn't suggest doing that) so I also had ice cream to, from Rita's ice custard happiness (check the website out if you don't know what it is).P.S. again...In grieving you just might find that you become a more sensitive person, I had never cried at a wedding until my friends this past October and then today I sobbed. I never expect it or I would prepare myself with some tissue! Maybe I will learn someday! :)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Is it really worth it?
While I was home for spring break I must also confess that I watched a large share of television but I also fully admit that I don't care at all whether this was a good or bad thing because I don't ever get to watch it anymore and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Ok now I can go on to say that one of the shows I watched is CSI, it was the original one so I guess that means it was the Los Vegas one, correct me if I'm wrong because I'm really not sure. None the less, I found the least important part of the show most interesting. The lead male, I don't know his name either, was explaining some research he had seen about how people who go to college end up spending about as much as they will end up making in their lifetime. Granted I don't know how true this is but that isn't the point...his colleague asked him if he was saying that he thought college was worthless and the next thing out of the leads mouth was "Depends on what you learn." Ok so that is interesting to me because of how true it really is, I mean when I think about how much I have grown just as a person (not in heigth of course, I have plenty of that at 5'8") I realize that nothing can replace the experience of college. I think in high school it is common to wonder who we are and try to figure it out but I don't think we really know until college. I can't speak for anyone who hasn't gone to college but as for me I know that now I can "go into the world" (as if college isn't actually part of the world) knowing so much more about the important things in life. Once again I don't think words can really do justice here but I'll do my best...somewhere in these last four years I've caught on to some things that I don't think I would be as good of a friend, child of God, wife, mother or anything else without knowing. I'm learning to enjoy silence, to control money rather than it control me, how to fully submit to community, that less is more and so on and so on. These things and more I am still learning about and just in the past couple of days I have been thinking about how some things will constantly remain in need of more reminding, and defiantly prayer, probably even more wisdom. Hopefully this whole process is evident in the blogs I write. I guess I'm just saying that as I have about fifty days left of this thing we call college, this part of life, this part of my story... I say I am so very thankful for it, for the ups, for the downs, I wouldn't trade it for the world (there's those words again). So in my book it certainly is a worthy cause, worth every penny even if it is a not so cheap, private christian college.
P.S. This means a lot to me considering right after my dad died I really wanted to give up for a little while and leave school. So if your feeling hopeless...keep keeping on. Just don't be too hard on yourself along the way.Remember Jesus is there.
P.S. This means a lot to me considering right after my dad died I really wanted to give up for a little while and leave school. So if your feeling hopeless...keep keeping on. Just don't be too hard on yourself along the way.Remember Jesus is there.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Confessions of THIS shopaholic

I saw the movie Confessions of a Shopaholic the other day. I didn't want to go honestly, I was tired and wasn't sure if I would like it. I thought it might promote shopping and spending too much money on clothes without any consequences. But my aunt "kicked me in the but" to go and now I'm glad I saw it. It seems that every movie I don't have the desire to see ends up being a movie I really like! Anyways its subject matter is where I am in life right now actually. I'm on a shopping fast I guess you could call it. I finally realized that I have plenty of clothes, actually more than enough. I could clothe three other people I'm sure, probably more. And among the things in my life that are going on, one is a search for simplicity. In fact I'm claiming this year as Simply 09'. Every book I have been picking up whether for class or for leisure has pointed to this idea of simplicity.In fact there is so much I don't think I can spit it all out here which is okay because its not necessary. But lets go back a little.
The interesting thing about grief is how it can play a role in every part of life. When I would go shopping at the heaviest point of grief I came out of the store with clothes I wasn't even sure I liked enough too really buy. It wasn't just that I was splurging to feel better but that grief can literally make a person feel an out of body experience. My friend described it as living in a color television world while you feel like the black and white set. The numbness makes it easy to shop without even thinking about it. The feeling of loosing a piece of yourself when you loose someone you love causes the urge to find that part of you again. Of course we run to clothes first, at least us females usually do!Looking back on this I would love to be upset with myself over it all but really I am a better person because it. It's not like the grief all of a sudden made me a shopper it just made it far to easy not to think about the end result. No, even before my dad died I certainly was a shopper.Now I see that less really is more. So for now I'm doing my best not to buy more clothes. I'm also not getting rid of any at this point either. My strategy is to see what I really do wear and what I don't but more than that I want to actually feel the depth of what I have especially when I get it all together in one place, which I plan to do, and then I will see just how much I have. I even plan on counting the articles. At some point I will embrace the giving away part. I was thinking the other day of how it will feel to not even care if someone borrows something and I don't ever see it again or if someone likes something maybe I give it to them because I realize that this controlling nature that is so common in the world is very much in me as well. And I can do something even if its little by starting with me. My favorite part of the movie is at the end when the leading character defines herself. "Rebecca Bloomingdale, reformed shopaholic." Also the leading male role had empty picture frames at the begining of the film. When she asked him why he didn't fill them, he responded that it is what is in those pictures that defines a person. So someday the right picture will come along and I will share it with you but for now....I am Amanda Moody, a shopaholic being reformed by the patient and unconditional redeeming love of Jesus. Until next time may you find more peace and simplicity in your life as well. -alm
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Just call me a NERD

A few days ago was the anniversary of Dr. Seuss's birth.It's hard for me to forget this considering one of my favorite places is Barnes and Noble and of course they make a big deal out of it. So it has just kind of stuck with me that his birthday is in March. This year my curiosity took over when I miraculously guessed the right ans er to the trivia question,"What author is attributed to first using the word nerd?" My analysis was that nerd is a weird word therefore Dr. Seuss was a relatively legit answer. Who knew it would be right! So I looked it up and
Wikianswers.com says...
A leading theory on the derivation of the word "nerd" is that Dr. Seuss created the word for his story, If I Ran the Zoo, in 1950. In it is a creature known as a Nerd from the land of Ka-Troo. It is the first time the word is found in print. Others claim the word began as "knurd" (before arriving at its current spelling) by researchers at the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in the late 1940s. Students who partied, and rarely studied were called "drunks," while the opposite - students who never partied and always studied - were "knurds" ("drunk" spelled backwards).
It all says:In 1957, the Glasgow, Scotland, Sunday Mail defined "nerd" as a square.
So there you have it. If you ever ask where do our words come from, here is the possible answer to one. I am off to read If I Ran the Zoo so that I can have the full experience. I can't help but be a nerd, I own a book filled with a collection of his books. From the time I was a little one I have absolutely loved One Fish Two Fish, Red Fish Blue Fish. My mom even bought me a shirt that has the illustration of the book on it...and this was only a few years ago.So I just might be wearing that sometime this month. I do say birthdays should be celebrated all month long! Look google celebrated too! Here's to starting a truly fun tradition. Glasses on and hats off to this fabulous author!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009







Oh snow! What a glorious thing it is. For us folks in the south snow is a very unexpected thing, and that is exactly what my sunday was like...unexpected. I thought we would get up, go to church and lunch, then the girls would head back to Savannah. Well I was certainly wrong. By the time we woke up it was pouring and difficult for four girls to get ready in one bathroom. We decided on staying in. What is interesting about this is just how much I saw God in this day even though we didn't got to church. I don't say interesting because it surprises me or that I'm finding some excuse for not going to church. Its interesting in how you see God if your looking rather than if your going to church because its just what you do on sunday morning anywhere between 8 and 10ish. No today I saw God in friends, I saw God in sweets, I saw God in the snow, I saw God in the sunset, I saw God in the attempted sleding we tryed so hard to do, I saw God in the snowball fight we had, and in the laughter we shared, ok I think you see where I'm going. It was also feast day for me. You see something that is going on in my life right now is lent. I am not eating sweets as a part of this time, but and this is a big BUT, Sunday is what you call feast day. Feast day! I can have sweets in recognition of Christ's resurection. He gave up his life so that we can have ours. See the relation here. It was a great feast day...everything about it was sweet. Even my friend's were saying, all day actually,"this is the most perfect day!" I marveled at how much they loved the snow. How interesting will it be when we get to see how God really meant everything to be in this world. Just look at these pictures and how excited we were. Look at how beautiful everything was made by the snow. So my friends stayed an extra night and we had a fabulous weekend of fun and friendship. It was great. I just wanted to share the sweet pure joy of it all.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The previous post got me exploring...this is the result:
One Sunday in a Midwest city a young child was "acting up" during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer the little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"**********************************
A daddy was listening to his child say his prayer "Dear Harold".
At this, dad interrupted and said, "Wait a minute -how come you called God 'Harold'"?
The little boy looked up and said, "That's what they call Him in church. You know the prayer we say, "Our Father, who art in Heaven, Harold be Thy Name."
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And this particular four-year-old prayed: "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."
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During the minister's prayer one Sunday, there was a loud whistle from one of the back pews. Gary's mother was horrified. She pinched him into silence, and after church asked: "Gary, whatever made you do such a thing?"
Gary answered soberly: "I asked God to teach me to whistle... and He just then did!"
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One night Mike's parents overheard this prayer: "Now I lay me down to rest, and hope to pass tomorrow's test, If I should die before I wake, that's one less test I have to take."
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A five-year-old said grace at family dinner one night. "Dear God, thank you for these pancakes..." When he concluded, his parents asked him why he thanked God for pancakes when they were having chicken. He smiled and said, "I thought I'd see if He was paying attention tonight."
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A little boy's prayer: "Dear God, please take care of my daddy and my mommy and my sister and my brother and my doggy and me. Oh, please take care of yourself, God. If anything happens to you, we're gonna be in a big mess."
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A rabbi said to a precocious six-year-old boy: "So your mother says your prayers for you each night Very commendable. What does she say ?" The little boy replied, "Thank God he's in bed!".
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A woman invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to her six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?".
"I wouldn't know what to say," the little girl replied.
"Just say what you hear Mommy say," the mother said.
The little girl bowed her head and said, "Dear Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"
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Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer.

"Fine", said the pleased mother. "If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you."
"Oh, I didn't ask Him to help me not misbehave," said Johnny. "I asked Him to help you put up with me."
Compliments of... http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/5997.htm
Goodness to share

Here is a fun story I got in an email today...
Last week, I took my children to a restaurant.
My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
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