On Jesus' Chest and Heaven's Wailing Wall

"SUDDENLY I FOUND MYSELF ON JESUS' CHEST
I was inside of His heart! The incense! The thick heavy smells began to overwhelm my senses.” -- Jill Austin

Suddenly, I found myself on the chest of Jesus. Like John the Beloved, I could feel my face up against His linen robes--the soft fabric around my face. I could hear His heart--the sound of eternity--that gigantic chamber of love, embracing me. I felt so loved and so protected.

This intimacy of His heart went deep into my very being. Leaning! I was leaning deeper into His heart. I could feel His arms embracing me. And then, I could feel His heart open up. And I'm drawn into the literal heart of Jesus--the eternal residence of this tremendous heartbeat.

This heartbeat is resounding through all of eternity with the tapestry of sounds and rhythms. It's a celestial worship. Oh, the worship! The glory! His heart was a literal chamber of chanting of prayers. A tabernacle of Glory! The Ancient of Days! This Jewish King!

“THE INCENSE . . . .THE THICK HEAVY SMELLS….THE CHANTING!”

I was inside of His heart! The incense! The thick heavy smells began to overwhelm my senses. The chanting! There was an awakening of my heart to these ancient prayers to God. Holy! I'm going deeper into the thick smoke. I began to perceive that these walls and this tabernacle are not made of stone, but they're made of flesh.

His heart was gigantic. There is this gigantic wall--like "Heaven's Wailing Wall." Every name, every individual, every face, every destiny, every dream was written on the wall of the Lord's heart. But then, I could hear the intercessors and crying out from the lost, from the earth down below.

I could hear crying out, "Oh Lord! Lord, my father! Lord my father! He doesn't know you! Lord, my mother she's in so much pain! Lord, my children!" I could hear the cries and the groans of the intercessors, crying out for the lost. "Lord do you hear their cries? Will you save them?" There's so much pain. There is so much anguish.

HEAVEN’S WAILING WALL!

And then, I could hear the Lord's heart responding. His heart was breaking! This "Heaven's Wailing Wall," it was as though the whole wall was bleeding and crying and groaning in the depths of His being! To each one of the names written on His heart, He goes, "I know your circumstances. I know each one of you so intimately. I feel your pain. I know the anguish! I know the pain you're going through. Will you come to Me? You are not forsaken! Come to Me! I love you!"

Sounds of War

And then, there were sounds of war. It was the sounds of war and violence as these two governments of God and satan are colliding. And then I saw these evil diabolical armies from all the nations of the earth surrounding this great city! I heard a cry! A cry within these ancient walls! The voice of Rachel, lamenting and crying out for her children!

And then, there was another sound. It was a sound that was deep in the heart of the Lord. It was a sound of groans. It was a sound of travail. And then, there was the sounds of the martyrs from underneath the throne, and they were crying out, "How long, Oh Lord? How long, Oh Lord? Will you avenge our blood?"

And then there were the sounds of the demonic, destroying! The sounds of demons, with suicide and hopelessness and depression, saying, "I will destroy you!" There were the sounds of disease, ravishing and destroying bodies! The sounds of tormented, demonized people crying out for freedom and deliverance!

There were cries of the tormented and of the lost. You see, even in Heaven's heart the lost were crying out, "Is there a God? Does He feel my pain? Why was I born? I want to die! It hurts too much to live!"

I hear this great orchestration of all these prayers and worship culminating into a warring crescendo. Such glory! Such awe! Such pain! Such mystery! And then the Lord was interceding and dispatching warring angels. The heavens were at war.

His very heart became Heaven's Wailing Wall! Weeping and proclaiming and calling forth the great love of His heart. He says, "I command My angels to go and war and set the captives free! So many need to come to Me! So many are lost!"

And then He said, "If you want to see My heart, the key to apostolic authority is love. If you want to move in signs and wonders, then you need to know My heart. If you want to see Heaven break into territories and take whole cities, then you need to move with this radical resurrection love!"
"You need to hear what I hear. You need to feel what I feel. Will you have My compassion? You need to have My heartbeat. Are you willing to be a deliverer? Will you let Me come and take My sword, and cut open and circumcise your heart--so that you will feel and so that you will bleed? So that your very heart will become "Heaven's Wailing Wall?"

"Will you feel the pain of the lost and the broken, so that you can intercede and cry out in deep prayer and travail? To help to birth My heart?"
Can I write their names on your heart? Are you willing to become lovers? Will you love with My love? I'm calling you to "Heaven's Wailing Wall."

Jill Austin Master Potter Ministries
Email: info@masterpotter.com

http://www.elijahlist.com/

Posted by permission from the Elijah List see above link.

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Apathy...Passion's Worst Enemy

"People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy..." ~Bruce Wayne from Batman Begins

TCC posted this quote in her post, "Monday's Musings."

Who was a dramatic example in your life? I would also say my Mom and Dad provided some of the most important dramatic examples in my life... Mom, by her consistent love, servant's heart and wisdom and Dad by his random joviality and love. A large part of who I am today is due to them.

Is this something you struggle with? Absolutely not! I believe the primary role for a parent is to raise their children by showing them, not only by telling them. My parents never raised me with a "do as I say, not as I do" parenting attitude.

However, who I am today primarily has resulted from my dramatic encounters with Jesus. He has taught me more than I ever hoped to know and showed me that dramatic (passionate) love examples break any bondage.

In my opinion, all leaders should be ones who lead by dramatic, passionate examples. Jesus and my parents are excellent leaders!!!

As Christians, passion should be a part of us...passion for the lost, the hurting, the lonely, the unsaved and the infirmed. However, the road of passion, at least the supernatural kind, doesn't naturally flow from human beings. Supernatural passion, only comes by Jesus. We see His passion and then, empowered by His Spirit, we become passionate.

Human beings tend to desire the road most traveled, the shortest and easiest route to our destination. Instead, I challenge myself and anyone reading this post to take the road less traveled by, and that will make all the difference!

How Fast Can You Type?

48 words

Speed test

Thanks, TCC, for posting this. It was fun, even if I am as slow as molasses in January. :o

I am Blessed, Part 2

I was standing at the kitchen sink today when Consecrated came up behind me and started to hug me and kept hugging me...you know, the loving cheek to cheek kind of hug?

Being a Mom has, by far, been the greatest blessing Jesus has given me!!! Thank you, my Jesus!!

I am Blessed

Yesterday, while teaching General Science to my New Creation Homeschool Students, Fire stuck his head in my classroom door and stated, "I love you, Mommy." For Fire to do this in front of his peers, really touched my heart!!! Later, we hugged in the midst of the lunchroom.

I AM BLESSED!!!!

Poetry Place "Sin Destroys, Teach My Children"

Warning: This post contains a graphic description of sin and may not be suitable for all readers.

Graphite Drawing

by Beautiful Grace

"Looking away [from all that will distract] to Jesus, Who is the Leader and the Source of our faith [giving the first incentive for our belief] and is also its Finisher [bringing it to maturity and perfection]. He, for the joy [of obtaining the prize] that was set before Him, endured the cross, despising and ignoring the shame, and is now seated at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2 (Amplified Bible)

It is in this season of the year that I especially remember the sacrifice my Sweet Jesus gave for me and for you. He took upon Himself ALL of our sin and ALL of our iniquity, ALL of our guilt and ALL of our shame. Jesus died for us simply because He loved us and wanted to provide a way for us to be with Him. His love was so great that through the beating and mocking and scourging, He continued to keep His eyes set on the joy before Him. I believe that joy was not only that He would be going to His Father in Heaven, but also the joy of knowing that you and I would have a choice to join Him there for eternity.

About eight years ago, the Holy Spirit revealed the sin I had hidden in my heart, sin that I didn't even realize was sin. Upon the revelation of my sinful heart, I sincerely prayed a dangerous prayer..."Lord show me my sin how You see it." Out of this prayer, the Lord showed me sin's true form and this poem was born. This is why He died for us.

I am forever grateful for His sacrifice!

"Sin Destroys, Teach My Children"

by Beautiful Grace

It appears harmless, innocent, beautiful,

Intriguing, exciting, powerful, even holy,

But sin is none of these things.

It lurks in the shadows of our minds,

Seeking those whom it may devour.

It comes as a thought pondered upon too long.

It disguises itself through the twisted speech

Of the Evil One.

When we allow It into our lives,

It eventually manifests Its true form.

Sin is darkness.

The serpent of old,

Beelzebub, himself, lives there.

He opens wide his mouth

And sinks his teeth deep into our flesh.

His bite transfers seeds of deception into our hearts,

Separating us from our Father.

The seeds sprout and when fully grown

Bring forth death.

"Sin destroys, teach my children,"

The Lord has commanded.

Holy Spirit root out the seeds of sin.

Pull out the weeds, Lord.

Remove Evil's deception from our hearts.

Make us pure,

Righteous,

And holy,

As You are holy.

I Will Shine the Glory of My Bridegroom!

In my poem "Glory to Glory...Changed," I referred to the Bride of Jesus being clothed in a purple turban and golden gown. The inspiration for this attire sprang from a dream I had approximately one year ago. I attempted to recreate how I appeared in my dream for the Princess Party last evening.

Dream: I was preparing to be married to Jesus and was dressed in a golden gown and a purple turban. I felt uncomfortable because of the radiant beauty of my clothing. I remember feeling that I just wanted a white wedding gown.

As I awoke, I asked the Lord about the dream, and I felt He said that He has already made me white, now He wants me to shine His Glory. He instructed me NOT to allow my flesh (self-consciousness) to control the shining of His glory through me for that is why He created me.

I write this post in order to encourage all Daughters of the King to shine His Glory for this is why you have been made!!!

Your Bridegroom has Rescued You, Princess!!

"Listen to me, O royal daughter; take heart to what I say. Forget your people and your homeland far away. For your royal husband delights in your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord...The bride, a princess, waits within her chambers, dressed in a gown woven with gold. In her beautiful robes, she is led to the king, accompanied by her bridesmaids. What a joyful, enthusiastic procession as they enter the king's palace!"

Psalm 45:10-11, 13-15

Last evening I had the privilege of ministering to a group of Princesses. Our youth group hosted a Princess Ball for high school aged girls. The night was patterned after the ancient Jewish wedding ceremony and began with light refreshments.

After a time of reflection, the girls repented of anything that might separate them from their Bridegroom and then took the marriage cup of commitment by participating in communion.

Then the young woman recited their vows of faithfulness to Jesus under the chuppah.

In the presence of a witness the Princesses signed a scroll stating that they would remain faithful to their Bridegroom, forsaking all idols and offering their inner beauty and worship from this day forward.

The Bride was then beckoned to enter into the Throne Room where she received her royal crown and was anointed with myrrh (symbolizing death to the flesh), frankincense (symbolizing each young woman's anointing and unique destiny), and gold dust (symbolic of the Holy Spirit and God's glory).

Then the young women were escorted into the King's Garden where they received prayer and prophetic words from the Lord.After this, the Princesses were directed to enter the Holy of Holies where they could spend intimate time with their Bridegroom.

We ended our time with celebration...feasting at a chocolate fountain (Jesus and Dark Chocolate, you'd have loved it!) and dancing.

What Ifs:

I was tagged by Livin Life for this meme. Yeah, anyway, what is a meme?

What if I could meet someone in the art world to chat with?

Definitely, Auguste Renoir!!! His impressionist work reveals the beauty in his subjects through the use of light and soft colors. I actually have a matted and framed poster of "Two Girls at the Piano" hanging on my living room wall. In college, my humanities class took a field trip to the National Gallery in Washington where a Renoir exhibit was on loan from the Louvre. This man had arthritis, the painful, crippling kind, but still continued to paint. He said, "The pain passes, but the beauty remains." Talk about perseverance!!!

What if I could have one wish granted for the benefit of all mankind?

That all men would "see" the beauty of Jesus. It would solve so many of the world's heartaches.

What if I could travel anywhere in the world?

I'm with Classic Mama, I'd go to Israel, but more specifically Succat Hallel. I imagine myself singing and dancing with Jesus there. Just think how awesome it would be to be worshipping there in Jerusalem when Jesus comes back to meet us in the air. Wow, now THAT would be the way to go!!!

What if I could live in a period other than the present, for 24 hours?

I don't want to move into regret, so I'll respecfully decline this question.

What if I could make over three areas of my body?

My brain...That lack of sleep wouldn't scamble my thought processes to the degree that it does.

My endocrine system, specifically those special little chemical messengers, aka hormones, who on a monthly basis remind me that I am woman, and I REALLY am strong!!! REALLY!!!

My mitochondria...these microscopic guys are responsible for the majority of energy our bodies obtain from metabolism. I need about double the amount of energy, so if I double the amount of mitochondria that might work.

What if I could become an animal for 24 hours?

Wishbone, just think of all the great literature I could experience!!!


What if I could bring someone back to life for 24 hours?

The "sinner woman" whose tears washed Jesus' feet and who then dried them with her hair. I want to know what she was thinking, how she was feeling as she intimately worshipped Jesus like that.

Okay...so, now I am tagging Sandy at Dark Chocolate and Jesus and His Resting One! It's your turn! Only if you want to though... :)

Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds!!!

Within the last month, I have had three dreams regarding diamonds. The first dream, I only remember it had to do with a diamond, the second, diamond chips were falling into the palms of my hands and the third was much more detailed and is as follows...

2/8/2008 Strongman and I were at some type of church service. The sanctuary was set up with tables- like a cafeteria. We sat toward the back, and we were watching what looked like a play. A church leader approached us in a friendly way and started talking about diamonds. He said the best diamonds have been "milked." He then showed me a rock with many diamond solitaires embedded in it. Each diamond was like a button. I reached out and pushed one and received a slight electric shock. The leader told us that a pure diamond had only one-millionth of something in it.

I also did a little research on how a diamond's purity is determined and I found that, "Events of nature during the diamond's formation can produce inclusions which can trap some of the light rather than reflecting it back out. The fewer inclusions in a diamond, the rarer it is and the more valuable it is." From http://www.kalyanam.com/fashion/diamonds.asp

Think of the spiritual implications of that!!! Diamonds, I believe, represent the spiritual gifts He has given us and their purity is determined with whether they trap the light (hold on to the gift for ourselves) or reflect the light (use the gift in order to bring glory to Jesus).

Please see, "New Diamonds Are Coming" at http://www.hisrestingone.blogspot.com/ for a conformation of my dream and more details about what God is saying to His Bride.

Poetry Place: Your Bride

Your Bride
Beautiful Grace
Thanksgiving 2004

She is a bold lion, listening and obeying.
She runs after her beloved Shepherd,

not caring what others think.

Her passion for the Lord evidences itself without reserve.
She hides no emotion, whether tears or joy,
Because that is who her Bridegroom made her to be.

Love flows so naturally from her being,
Love put there from above, a gift of sorts,
In order to walk through life on earth pleasing her Master.

Rivers of Living Water flow
As this love is released to those around her,
A cool drink of spiritual refreshment in a dry and weary land.

Those who know her marvel at the favor of the Most High God Which rests on her very life.

Many join with her in song,
The song of the Bride.
They listen carefully for the voice of the Son
It is His song they sing,
Repeating the words of it back to Him.

The Bride and Bridegroom’s voices ring together throughout the land
Perfect harmony and melody together blended.

The unity of song releases the power and glory of the Father.
A wave of glory washes over the land
Wiping away all that is not pleasing to Him.
What remains has been washed by this holy flood,
Cleansed, strong, and true.

Make me that Bride, Lord.
You have the power to accomplish anything!

Revelation 22:17

What Color Green Are You?

You Are Olive Green

You are the most real of all the green shades. You're always true to yourself. For you, authenticity and honesty are very important... both in others and yourself. You are grounded and secure. It takes a lot to shake you. People see you as dependable, probably the most dependable person they know.

What color green are you?

What Kind of Shoe Are You?

Thanks Livin' Life for the fun test!! :)

You Are Clogs

You are a solid and down to earth person. You seek – and almost always achieve – a really sound balance in your life. You are stylish yet comfortable. Mellow but driven. Excited yet calm. You are the perfect mesh of contradictions. No matter what happens, you have the ability to stay well grounded in your life. People know that they can truly depend on you. You should live: In Europe You should work: At a company dedicated to helping the world

What Kind of Shoe Are You?

Mom Update

Hi All,

Dad and I brought Mom home from the hospital this afternoon. She doing well, but we still need to pray that her breathing clears up. She wheezes and has a moist cough. Also, she will need to see a hematologist (d/t her platelets being lower than normal), a nephrologist (d/t her kidney not working properly while in hospital, o.k. now) and a follow up cardiologist appointment to check her pacemaker and this heart failure that has creped up so suddenly). She is still very weak.

Her attitude is good, and she's glad to get home to her "Best Buddy" (my Dad).

Thank you all for caring,
Beautiful Grace :)

God's Creativity and Blessing in Food

Thank you, Susan the Director, for passing this on to me!!!

A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye...and YES science now shows that carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.

A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart is red and has four chambers. All of the research shows tomatoes are indeed pure heart and blood food.

Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows that grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.

A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds are on the nut just like the neo-cortex. We now know that walnuts help develop over 3 dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.

Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.

Eggplant, Avocados and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats 1 avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? .... It takes exactly 9 months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).

Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the motility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm well to overcome male sterility.

Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.

Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries.

Grapefruits, Oranges , and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.

Onions look like body cells. Today's research shows that onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes.

Mom Update

Hey, guys thanks for praying.

Saw Mom today and spoke with her internist. She had a fever of 100.7 F. this am. They have not determined the souce of her infection. She very well may have had pnuemonia, but with the back up of fluid in her lungs (d/t the congestive heart failure), pneumonia would have been difficult to see on the x-ray.

Before she can be discharged she needs to have a normal temperture, be stronger and her blood clotting time has to be o.k. Please pray on these three points.

It was good to see mom; she looks much better and I am thankful to have her.

Blessings overflow!!!
Beautiful Grace :)

Mom Update

This morning mom collapsed and her heart stopped for ~ 6 seconds. They placed a pacemaker in her heart this afternoon, and she is doing well. She still has a nasty cough, but is without fever. Thank you, Jesus!!

Thanks to all who are standing on behalf of my Mom.

Love you all!
Beautiful Grace :)

Please Pray

Mom was admitted to the Holy Spirit hospital on Saturday. At first the doctors were saying she had bronchitis, now they are saying heart failure. She had a fever of 102.4 F, so obviously there is some type of infection going on. Please pray that the Lord would intervene in the health of my mother.

Thank you for any prayers you offer on behalf of my mother!!!

Beautiful Grace :)

Valentine Dinner

*Spicy Cream of Crab Soup*

*Salad with Sugar Roasted Walnuts and Strawberries*
*Poppy Seed and Lemon Dressings*

*Shrimp Creole Over White Rice*

*Freshly Baked Challah Bread*

*Chocolate Pudding Pie with Toasted Coconut and Almonds*

2007 Christian Battle of the Bands

Consecrated and Fire joined a few of their friends to compete in the 2007 Christian Battle of the Bands. Their band, Aftershock, tied for 2nd place in the competition.

The 2008 competition is set for April 19th at the Redland BIC Church for any of you who like Christian rock.

I love it when my boys use their mucical gifts to glorify Jesus!!

I haven't veiwed the othe videos that came with the link to Utube. Please use discretion.

If You've Struggled With Fear

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7

See His Resting One's posting entitled, "Creating Invisible Walls and Walking Through Them." This young woman's wisdom far exceeds her years. I am blessed to be aquainted with her.

Oh, by the way, while your visiting her blog, check out her posting "Raising the Dead." It's only a matter of time before we hear reports of people being raised from the dead. Our God's power...limitless!!!!

"The Wait Poem"

Thank You, Lord, for the gift of waiting! Waiting causes me to run into Your arms; laying my head upon Your chest, hearing your heartbeat, I feel Your breath upon my neck. I love you, Lord!!!

Thank you, my friend, Jesus' Jewel, for passing this on to me!!!


"The Wait Poem"

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;

Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...

and the Master so gently said, "Wait."

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.

"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"

Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?

By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I relate

hangs in the balance and you tell me to "Wait?"

I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.

Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.

You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,

We need but to ask, and we shall receive.

Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:

I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate

as my Master replied again, "Wait."

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,

and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...

and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens and darken the sun

I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.

You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.

You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;

you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.

You'd not know the joy of resting in Me

when darkness and silence are all you can see.

You'd never experience the fullness of love

when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.

You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,

But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,

the faith that I give when you walk without sight

The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask

From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,

what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,

but oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.

So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see

that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.

And though oft My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".

by Russell Kelfer

Put a Cry in My Heart, Lord!

“Lord, you have to quicken me. It is not even in me to care. Left to my own resources I will walk to the temple every day. I will pass by the multitudes dying all around me. I will come into your house and I will offer up sacrifices of praise and all types of things in your house. But, Lord, I will grieve your heart, because there is no cry in me.” Carter Conlon

We Are a New Creation

"Therefore if any person is [ingrafted] in Christ (the Messiah) he is a new creation (a new creature altogether); the old [previous moral and spiritual condition] has passed away. Behold, the fresh and new has come!" 2 Corinthians 5:17

When God instructed me to Home Educate my sons, I was filled with many reservations..."I'm not a teacher," "How do you teach another human being to read?" "Oh, my gosh, ALGEBRA!!!!" But the most heart-stirring question remained..."What about relationships with other kids?" Yet, I trusted God knew what was best for my boys.

God, Most Faithful, responded to all of my reservations and many more of them that have crept up over these last dozen years. One of His provisions has been making available New Creation Homeschool Co-operative.

A co-operative wonderfully fills the needs about which I cried out to the Lord. I can use my background in the life sciences to teach general science and biology, and my sons benefit from taking classes from other moms who excel in subjects such as, ALGEBRA!!!! But a co-op mostly fills the deepest desire I had for my sons...Christian friendships.

Thank you, God, for calling, empowering and providing for everything we needed. You receive all the glory for these last 12 years!!!

The picture above shows myself and two of my New Creation general science students. I love to speak of the glory of God's creation through science, and I love that I am able to form relationships with awesome, godly students!!!

If you are interested in what New Creation has to offer, you are gladly invited to attend our Open House on March 18th from 6:30 to 8:30 pm at South Mountain Church in Dillsburg.

Something to Think About

"America is great because America is good. When America ceases to be good, America will cease to be great." Alexis de Tocqueville

Lord, help us to be good again. Help us to be leaders of righteousness for the world again. Start with individuals. Start with me. AMEN!!!

Confession of a New Year's Eve

I must confess to my blogger friends...my husband, Strongman, bailed me out of jail last night around 10:30 pm. Well, it was New Year's Eve. What do you expect; you can over look a little over indulgence, can't you?

Oh, hold on, I can explain my story of woe...I just kept landing on that darn "Go to Jail" space and picking up that frustrating card commanding me to, "Go to directly to jail; Do not pass go; Do not collect $200." Do you remember now, the game Monopoly?

Strongman, Fire and I played Monopoly for around 2 1/2 hours last evening, while we waited to see the ball at Times Square make its annual descent. Fire was the designated winner, as he held the largest amount of assets when we decided we had enough dice throwing, money collecting and go to jail fun. We teased Strongman by calling him Lex Luthor and Henry Potter.




Fire, my dear son, saw how poor I had become due to my multiple incarcerations and offered me free rent on his hotel-laden property. I respectfully declined this offer of mercy, because I WANTED TO GO BANKRUPT IN ORDER TO END MY LENGTHY IMAGINATIVE TORTURE!!!

There you have it, my confession...we had a great time, and I'm not sorry for becoming a jailbird. The fun was worth it all!!!

Hear the Sound of Heaven

"Fall on your knees, oh hear the angels voices

Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born

Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born"

Recently, the Lord has impressed the importance of words. We have the power to speak life or death to people and situations, but none of us can speak life unless we first hear God's voice.

We all have heard the still, small voice of God when we first realized our need for a Savior. We heard and we responded. Our response to His call caused us to become His sheep. Jesus has promised that His sheep hear His voice. We just need to be actively listening for His voice.

He sees the worth in all individuals, because He created every single person on this earth for a purpose, a destiny. And every situation, no matter how dark, has a purpose. God has said, that all things work to together for good, for those who love God and are called according to His purposes.

If we listen to His voice, we will hear what God says about that person or situation. We then, as God's ambassadors, have the privilage and authority to speak life to that person's destiny or purposeful resolution to that difficult situation.

My dear blogging friends, take the time this Christmas to fall on your knees, worship Jesus, and listen for His beautiful voice!! Who knows, maybe, He will even allow you to hear the angels' sing!!!

The Wisdom of a Child

God knows, God understands!!!!

Listen to Logan's Calf Story.

Bless you all!!!! :)

"A Vision of the Lost"

Intensity and passion overflow as Booth describes the vision the Lord gave him of the lost. The following account of William Booth's vision will open eyes as the Holy Spirit has His way. Remember this vision as you come upon those faithful bell-ringers of the Salvation Army.

In one of my recent journeys, as I gazed from the coach window, I was led into a train of thought concerning the condition of the multitudes around me. They were living carelessly in the most open and shameless rebellion against God, without a thought for their eternal welfare. As I looked out of the window, I seemed to see them all... millions of people all around me given up to their drink and their pleasure, their dancing and their music, their business and their anxieties, their politics and their troubles. Ignorant- willfully ignorant in many cases- and in other instances knowing all about the truth and not caring at all. But all of them, the whole mass of them, sweeping on and up in their blasphemies and devilries to the Throne of God. While my mind was thus engaged, I had a vision.

I saw a dark and stormy ocean. Over it the black clouds hung heavily; through them every now and then vivid lightening flashed and loud thunder rolled, while the winds moaned, and the waves rose and foamed, towered and broke, only to rise and foam, tower and break again.

In that ocean I thought I saw myriads of poor human beings plunging and floating, shouting and shrieking, cursing and struggling and drowning; and as they cursed and screamed they rose and shrieked again, and then some sank to rise no more.

And I saw out of this dark angry ocean, a mighty rock that rose up with it’s summit towering high above the black clouds that overhung the stormy sea. And all around the base of this great rock I saw a vast platform. Onto this platform, I saw with delight a number of the poor struggling, drowning wretches continually climbing out of the angry ocean. And I saw that a few of those who were already safe on the platform were helping the poor creatures still in the angry waters to reach the place of safety.

On looking more closely I found a number of those who had been rescued, industriously working and scheming by ladders, ropes, boats and other means more effective, to deliver the poor strugglers out of the sea. Here and there were some who actually jumped into the water, regardless of the consequences in their passion to "rescue the perishing." And I hardly know which gladdened me the most- the sight of the poor drowning people climbing onto the rocks reaching a place of safety, or the devotion and self-sacrifice of those whose whole being was wrapped up in the effort for their deliverance.

As I looked on, I saw that the occupants of that platform were quite a mixed company. That is, they were divided into different "sets" or classes, and they occupied themselves with different pleasures and employments. But only a very few of them seemed to make it their business to get the people out of the sea.

But what puzzled me most was the fact that though all of them had been rescued at one time or another from the ocean, nearly everyone seemed to have forgotten all about it. Anyway, it seemed the memory of its darkness and danger no longer troubled them at all. And what seemed equally strange and perplexing to me was that these people did not even seem to have any care- that is any agonizing care- about the poor perishing ones who were struggling and drowning right before their very eyes... many of whom were their own husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and even their own children.

Now this astonishing unconcern could not have been the result of ignorance or lack of knowledge, because they lived right there in full sight of it all and even talked about it sometimes. Many even went regularly to hear lectures and sermons in which the awful state of these poor drowning creatures was described.

I have always said that the occupants of this platform were engaged in different pursuits and pastimes. Some of them were absorbed day and night in trading and business in order to make gain, storing up their savings in boxes, safes and the like.

Many spent their time in amusing themselves with growing flowers on the side of the rock, others in painting pieces of cloth or in playing music, or in dressing themselves up in different styles and walking about to be admired. Some occupied themselves chiefly in eating and drinking, others were taken up with arguing about the poor drowning creatures that had already been rescued.

But the thing to me that seemed the most amazing was that those on the platform to whom He called, who heard His voice and felt that they ought to obey it- at least they said they did- those who confessed to love Him much were in full sympathy with Him in the task He had undertaken- who worshipped Him or who professed to do so- were so taken up with their trades and professions, their money saving and pleasures, their families and circles, their religions and arguments about it, and their preparation for going to the mainland, that they did not listen to the cry that came to them from this Wonderful Being who had Himself gone down into the sea. Anyway, if they heard it they did not heed it. They did not care. And so the multitude went on right before them struggling and shrieking and drowning in the darkness.

And then I saw something that seemed to me even more strange than anything that had gone on before in this strange vision. I saw that some of these people on the platform whom this Wonderful Being had called to, wanting them to come and help Him in His difficult task of saving these perishing creatures, were always praying and crying out to Him to come to them!

Some wanted Him to come and stay with them, and spend His time and strength in making them happier. Others wanted Him to come and take away various doubts and misgivings they had concerning the truth of some letters He had written them. Some wanted Him to come and make them feel more secure on the rock- so secure that they would be quite sure that they should never slip off again into the ocean. Numbers of others wanted Him to make them feel quite certain that they would really get off the rock and onto the mainland someday: because as a matter of fact, it was well known that some had walked so carelessly as to loose their footing, and had fallen back again into the stormy waters.

So these people used to meet and get up as high on the rock as they could, and looking towards the mainland (where they thought the Great Being was) they would cry out, "Come to us! Come and help us!" And all the while He was down (by His Spirit) among the poor struggling, drowning creatures in the angry deep, with His arms around them trying to drag them out, and looking up- oh! so longingly but all in vain- to those on the rock, crying to them with His voice all hoarse from calling, "Come to Me! Come, and help Me!

And then I understood it all. It was plain enough. The sea was the ocean of life- the sea of real, actual human existence. That lightening was the gleaming of piercing truth coming from Jehovah’s Throne. That thunder was the distant echoing of the wrath of God. Those multitudes of people shrieking, struggling and agonizing in the stormy sea, was the thousands and thousands of poor harlots and harlot-makers, of drunkards and drunkard makers, of thieves, liars, blasphemers and ungodly people of every kindred, tongue and nation.

Oh what a black sea it was! And oh, what multitudes of rich and poor, ignorant and educated were there. They were all so unalike in their outward circumstances and conditions, yet all alike in one thing- all sinners before God- all held by, and holding onto, some iniquity, fascinated by some idol, the slaves of some devilish lust, and ruled by the foul fiend from the bottomless pit!

"All alike in one thing?" No, all alike in two things- not only the same in their wickedness but, unless rescued, the same in their sinking, sinking... down, down, down... to the same terrible doom. That great sheltering rock represented Calvary, the place where Jesus had died for them. And the people on it were those who had been rescued. The way they used their energies, gifts and time represented the occupations and amusements of those who professed to be saved from sin and hell- followers of the Lord Jesus Christ. The handful of fierce, determined ones, who were risking their own lives in saving the perishing were true soldiers of the cross of Jesus. That Mighty Being who was calling to them from the midst of the angry waters was the Son of God, "the same yesterday, today and forever" who is still struggling and interceding to save the dying multitudes about us from this terrible doom of damnation, and whose voice can be heard above the music, machinery, and noise of life, calling on the rescued to come and help Him save the world.

My friends in Christ, you are rescued from the waters, you are on the rock, He is in the dark sea calling on you to come to Him and help Him. Will you go? Look for yourselves. The surging sea of life, crowded with perishing multitudes rolls up to the very spot on which you stand. Leaving the vision, I now come to speak of the fact- a fact that is as real as the Bible, as real as the Christ who hung upon the cross, as real as the judgment day will be, and as real as the heaven and hell that will follow it.

Look! Don’t be deceived by appearances- men and things are not what they seem. All who are not on the rock are in the sea! Look at them from the standpoint of the great White Throne, and what a sight you have! Jesus Christ, the Son of God is, through His Spirit, in the midst of this dying multitude, struggling to save them. And He is calling on you to jump into the sea- to go right away to His side and help Him in the holy strife. Will you jump? That is, will you go to His feet and place yourself absolutely at His disposal?

A young Christian once came to me, and told me that for some time she had been giving the Lord her profession and prayers and money, but now she wanted to give Him her life. She wanted to go right into the fight. In other words, she wanted to go to His assistance in the sea. As when a man from the shore, seeing another struggling in the water, takes off those outer garments that would hinder his efforts and leaps to the rescue, so will you who still linger on the bank, thinking and singing and praying about the poor perishing souls, lay aside your shame, your pride, your cares about other people’s opinions, your love of ease and all the selfish loves that have kept you back for so long, and rush to the rescue of this multitude of dying men and women.

Does the surging sea look dark and dangerous? Unquestionably it is so. There is no doubt that the leap for you, as for everyone who takes it, means difficulty and scorn and suffering. For you it may mean more than this. It may mean death. He who beckons you from the sea however, knows what it will mean - and knowing, He still calls to you and bids to you to come.

You must do it! You cannot hold back. You have enjoyed yourself in Christianity long enough. You have had pleasant feelings, pleasant songs, pleasant meetings, pleasant prospects. There has been much of human happiness, much clapping of hands and shouting of praises- very much of heaven on earth.

Now then, go to God and tell Him you are prepared as much as necessary to turn your back upon it all, and that you are willing to spend the rest of your days struggling in the midst of these perishing multitudes, whatever it may cost you.

You must do it. With the light that is now broken in upon your mind and the call that is now sounding in your ears, and the beckoning hands that are now before your eyes, you have no alternative. To go down among the perishing crowds is your duty. Your happiness from now on will consist in sharing their misery, your ease in sharing their pain, your crown in helping them to bear their cross, and your heaven in going into the very jaws of hell to rescue them.

Now what will you do?

Lord, forgive me for times of self-absorption, for listening to the voices of the world and not Your beautiful, sweet voice calling me to jump. May my tears always be for them... the lost! In Jesus' name! AMEN!

A Recipe For Gossip?

Sorry this "recipe" is difficult to see. I tried and tried to make it larger and sharper, but with no success. If you click on the "recipe," it enlarges.

A fellow homeschooling mom, Sue the Study Hall Monitor, and I had a discussion on the destructive power of gossip last week. My friend found this "A Recipe For Gossip" and placed it in my mailbox at our homeschool co-operative.

Chances are many of you reading this post have been hurt by careless words spoken by loose tongues and heard by itching ears, but I exhort you (and myself) do not loose heart or become angry or bitter.

God has commanded us to pray for and bless our enemies. Here's why...Proverbs 18:21 warns us that we will eat the fruit of our words, and that fruit will either be life or death.

Jesus empower us to be slow to speak and quick to listen. Let our tongues be instruments calling forth life!!! In Jesus' name!!! Amen!

A special thank you to the WinePress Publishing Group for permitting me to post their "A Recipe For Gossip."

Consecrated

Consecrated's 18th birthday picture was taken by Auntie MA on Thanksgiving Day at Auntie JL's house. My son is officially a man!!! Wow, I can hardly believe it!!! Its sounds cliche, but very true...it seems like just yesterday I was holding him my arms as a newborn baby.

Consecrated has blessed me with wisdom beyond his years. A few years ago a potential job opportunity presented itself. I knew with home educating my boys I would not be able to work more than 16 hours a week. The part- time position quickly morphed into a full-time commitment prior to my interview. Because the job was my "dream" job, I continued on with the interview even though deep inside I knew there was no way I could handle a full-time job without compromising my sons' education.

I asked Consecrated to pray about the job position, and he wisely responded, "Mom, it's like algebra. A negative times a positive equals a negative. The job might be the right job (positive) but at the wrong time (negative) which would equal the wrong thing (negative)."

What a blessing to have this young man as my son!!!

My Soccer Boy...Fire

Fire finished up the fall soccer season a few weeks ago with a pizza party at the local pizzeria. After consuming multiple slices of pepperoni laden pie, Fire received his trophy and the honor of the team's MVP and high scorer.

I was proud of Fire, not only for his athletic performance, but mostly for his sportsman-like conduct on and off the field. On the field, he apologized if he accidentally collided with another player and even helped them get up if they got knocked down.

I'm proud and so is Jesus!!!

Stand Up and Fight

Although the battles rage, the Lord encourages us in ways no man can, and He does it differently in each of His kids; Jesus uses dreams to encourage me. I knew I needed to share this dream after my pastor preached a sermon ("Keeping Your Passion Without Losing Your Cool") on holy anger a few weeks ago. Many of us are in the midst of battle. The Lord's message is clear...He wants us to stand up and fight!!!

11/11/2007 Imagine a bride running...shod with pure white sneakers and clad in a simple, yet beautiful gown. Nothing stops this glorious bride from running to meet her Bridegroom at the covenant altar of marriage.

Now continue to picture the bride in an upstairs room within the church. She applies her makeup, primps her hair and positions her bridal veil affixed to simply beautiful crown upon her head. Her goal...to be the object of desire for her groom.

Suddenly, a bridesmaid appears and grabs her veil and crown off of her head. Evil emanates from this counterfeit comrade. The bride immediately responds by attempting to recover the veil/crown and a tug-of-war battle ensues. The bride receives a new resolve, this adversary will not steal her crown away. Filled with holy anger and a clenched fist, she punches this evil directly in the face. Evil retreats, the bride has recovered her bridal veil and crown.

Most Christians will agree that the battles are intensifying as we move toward the end of this age.

The thief (Satan) comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy...this is the battle we are engaged in. Satan wants to steal our crown, but we have been given the power and authority from Jesus to stand up and fight!!!

I've asked the Lord, "What does it mean to punch evil in the face?" He reminded me that I (we) don't fight against flesh and blood, but against principalities and rulers of this world, aka a spiritual fight. For me punching evil in the face looks like this...passionate prayer, liquid prayer, prophetic declaration, abandoned dancing and singing in worship of my Bridegroom, reading the Bible, writing this blog, writing in my personal journal, loving and praying for those who repeatedly hurt and betray me, performing the duties that the Lord has assigned, and denying my flesh!!!

I absolutely cannot war without His Spirit!!! You cannot war without His Spirit!!! In Jesus name, fill us up to overflowing, Lord. Your Spirit empowers us to overcome evil, to punch evil in the face. We will stand up and fight!!!! Evil will not steal our crown!!!! We will be beautiful and prepared for our Bridegroom. All for you Jesus!!!! AMEN!!!!

Nothing Without Love

"A Spoon Full of Humbleness" reveals His Resting One's heart (Jesus' heart). Also, don't forget to view the Graham Cook link...it's beautiful!!!

Be blessed today!!!

I Will Sing and Not Be Silent

Psalm 30
A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the Temple. [A Psalm] of David.

I WILL extol You, O Lord,
for You have lifted me up
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.

O Lord my God, I cried to You
and You have healed me.

O Lord, You have brought my life up from Sheol (the place of the dead);
You have kept me alive,
that I should not go down to the pit (the grave).

Sing to the Lord, O you saints of His,
and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.

For His anger is but for a moment,
but His favor is for a lifetime or in His favor is life.
Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.

As for me, in my prosperity I said,
I shall never be moved.
By Your favor, O Lord,
You have established me as a strong mountain;
You hid Your face,
and I was troubled.

I cried to You, O Lord,
and to the Lord I made supplication.
What profit is there in my blood,
when I go down to the pit (the grave)?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it declare Your truth and faithfulness to men?

Hear, O Lord, have mercy and be gracious to me!
O Lord, be my helper!
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me;
You have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,

To the end that my tongue and my heart
and everything glorious within me
may sing praise to You and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

Poetry Place: O Fire of God, The Comforter

O Fire of God, The Comforter
by Hildegard (1098-1179)

O fire of God, the Comforter, O life of all that live,
Holy art thou to quicken us, and holy, strength to give:

To heal the broken-hearted ones, their sorest wounds to bind,
O Spirit of all holiness, O Lover of mankind!

O sweetest taste within the breast, O grace upon us poured,
That saintly hearts may give again their perfume to the Lord.

O purest fountain! we can see, clear mirrored in thy streams,
That God brings home the wanderers, that God the lost redeems.

O breastplate strong to guard our life, O bond of unity,
O dwelling-place of righteousness save all who trust in thee:

Defend those who in dungeon dark are prisoned by the foe,
And, for thy will is aye to save, let thou the captives go.

O surest way, that through the height and through the lowest deep
And through the earth dost pass, and all in firmest union keep;

From thee the clouds and ether move, from thee the moisture flows
From thee the waters draw their rills, and earth with verdure glows

And thou dost ever teach the wise, and freely on them pour
The inspiration of thy gifts, the gladness of thy lore

All praise to thee, O joy of life, O hope and strength, we raise,
Who givest us the prize of light, who art thyself all praise.


Written during the Dark Ages, this poem continues to call out from the past, through the ages, to the present, "God's Fire is everything we need." Jesus promised us that when He went to the Father, He would send us, The Comforter.

We no longer need to remain in bondage to anything, save righteousness. The Comforter, God's Holy Spirit, draws near to you now...in this time, in this place, just He drew near to Hildegard hundreds of years ago.

Call upon the Comforter in your distress, and He will answer you in ways you have not previously known. His Fire purifies, His Fire heals, His Fire fills you with the power to transform your world to mirror Heaven.


Holy Spirit, Comforter
By Beautiful Grace 11/16/2007

Holy Spirit, Comforter,
Fall on us today,
Empower us, draw us,
And in Your Presence we'll stay.

All life's woes,
All worldly cares,
Dimly fade
As in Your eyes we stare.

Draw us, lead us
And we'll be,
The holy vessels
You already see.

Through Jesus' blood,
Turn from worldly thoughts,
To Heaven's King,
And the Gift He bought.

Amen!!!!

With Much Love in Christ,
Beautiful Grace :)

Liquid Prayer, the Ministry of Tears and Passion in Prayer

"Let us learn to think of tears as liquid prayers; and of weeping as a constant dropping of importunate intercession which will wear its way right surely into the very heart of mercy, despite the stony difficulties which obstruct the way." Charles H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)

"The tears of John, which were his liquid prayers, were so far as he was concerned, the sacred keys by which the sealed book was opened (Rev. 5:4)." Charles H. Spurgeon (1834-1892)

"Tears and brokenness in the victorious war (Psa. 126:5,6) Tears of sorrow, joy, compassion, exertion and repentance are present in spiritual warfare." Dick Eastman

"In Scripture, tears fulfill a unique purpose in spiritual growth. We discover here that when tears are sown, not only is a spiritual harvest collected, but it leaves a spirit of rejoicing in the sower. This passage, along with others in Scripture that relate to a suffering spirit, describes various purposes and roles connected to what can be called "the ministry of tears", a ministry that Charles Spurgeon defined as "liquid prayer". There are tears of pain or suffering (II Kings 20:5); tears of joy (Gen. 33:4); tears of compassion (John 11:35); tears of desperation (Esther 4:1,3); tears of agony or labor (Isaiah 42:14); tears of repentance (Joel 2:12,13). Clearly, passion is necessary in spiritual warfare." Dick Eastman

I am learning to give my soul to Jesus, meaning sometimes I weep in His Presence. Through my tears, I am giving Him my self-centeredness, my hurts, my fears, my crazy unsettled thoughts, and I have found God honors that kind of honesty and passion. It has been during these times that the Holy Spirit has ministered to me in great beauty, pouring out His love, forgiveness, strength, wisdom or peace (depending on what I need at the time).

However, the bulk of my tears have not been about me, but have been an expression of intercession. I really didn't quite understand what to do with my tears a few years ago, when I dove head first into my intercessory call.

Cold, lifeless prayers for others' healings, revival for our region, and the bondages and sins of others, suddenly became hot and passion-filled prayers that drove me to tears....literally. To be honest, if it were not for the Holy Spirit's Presence in these episodes, I would have thought I was losing it.

Charles Spurgeon's reference to tears as "liquid prayer," is setting me free in this area. The modern Christian church at large has lost some of this kind of passion. We, at least in America, have become like the church at Laodicea...neither cold nor hot, but Jesus is telling us our faults because He tenderly and dearly loves us, and He desires us to repent. He wants zealous kids, full of holy love and passion, ones who enthusiastically dive into what He had called us to do for Him.

King David was a man after God's own heart. Read David's Psalms and you will see, he was not restricted in giving his whole being to the Lord, including his soul. He was not a perfect man, in that, he made mistakes; he was, however, perfect in taking those mistakes to the Lord and asking Him to intervene.

It is at the feet of Jesus that our tears become worship. Lord, let us be a people after your own heart. Let us not be intimidated by the "Pharisees" who only know You as a mental assent. Let us worship you in spirit and in truth, with ALL of our heart and ALL of soul and ALL of our strength!!!! In Jesus' name and only for His glory!!!! AMEN!!!

A Must Read Blog

His Resting One has a blog at Love Looks Like Something; I encourage you to read her blog, because it reveals one who passionately seeks God's will for her life and then walks it out. I was privileged to meet this godly young woman in person at the baby shower of a mutual friend. My heart burns to see one of those whom God is raising up as a prophetic voice for this generation.

God's Glory Revealed

I received this interesting information from a former co-worker this morning. One of my passions is finding out about God's creation, especially man. It gives God glory to search Him out. I know some of these statements to be facts, some I hadn't heard of before.

-Scientists say the higher your I.Q. The more you dream.

-The largest cell in the human body is the female egg and the smallest is the male sperm.

-You use 200 muscles to take one step.

-The average woman is 5 inches shorter than the average man.

-Your big toes have two bones each while the rest have three.

-A pair of human feet contain 250,000 sweat glands.

-A full bladder is roughly the size of a soft ball.

-The acid in your stomach is strong enough to dissolve razor blades.

-The human brain cell can hold 5 times as much information as the Encyclopedia Britannica.

-It takes the food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.

-The average human dream lasts 2-3 seconds.

-Men without hair on their chests are more likely to get cirrhosis of the liver than men with hair.

-At the moment of conception, you spent about half an hour as a single cell.

-There is about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet.

-Your body gives off enough heat in 30 minutes to bring half a gallon of water to a boil.

-The enamel in your teeth is the hardest substance in your body.

-Your teeth start developing (in your gums) 6 months before you are born.

-When you are looking at someone you love, your pupils dilate, they do the same when you are looking at someone you hate.

-Blondes have more hair than dark-haired people.

-Your thumb is the same length of your nose.