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Hand Claps and Harmony

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 14:23:05 GMT

It won't be too long now until I'm a recording artist for the second time. Excited? Definitely, yes, without a doubt. It, also, won't be too long until school is back in session and I'll be forced to take my place among those who are, well, not quite as "me" and me. What does that mean exactly? Heaven knows, it could mean anything. Perhaps it is all for the best that they are not "me", because, if more of me were out there, I'd lose the bloody franchise. Mind you, the franchise itself is not in actuality bloody, but it is very (and I do say "very") very very swollen.

Swollen? Please, don't ask where that came from. I couldn't tell you even if I knew, and perhaps it is better that I don't actuall know, because if I did, I'm sure it would be a most unwanted and burdensome thing to know. Yes, I'm completely sure of it.

Life has treated me well recently, so, I can't complain. Though I may occasionally find reason to, I quickly find that most of my complaints are in vain and shallow. Yes, shallow.

For New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, I was mostly dressed as a pirate. It was fun, and everyone else didn't seem to mind, and even if they did, it was my house (on New Year's Eve, anyway), and I think that I should have the right to dress however I want even when company does come over. Yes. I had the red bandana covered in skulls and and gold hoop earrings, along with the big silver bracelet and my wristband that says "Shiver Me Timbers", and three (count 'em, 3) necklaces around my neck (one of which I am wearing right now) that all spoke something "piratey". My shirt had a skull on it with the words "Pillage Ocracoke" printed above and below, and stuck into my bandana I had a black, chicken feather. Most interesting, yes? Yes. I had the heavy eyeliner and the heavy black eyeshadow, and was said to resemble a certain Capt. Jack Sparrow on more than one occasion. Yes, it was fun, and I'll do it again at the first chance.

I have become more obsessed with pirates. It's great, and I love it. Revel in it, land lubbers. But, in all actuality, I am, in fact, a land lubber, as I do not live near the ocean. I'm about a 5-8 hour's drive away. Sad, really. Yes.

Forgive me the constant "yes"-ing. You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first. (how's that for a bipolar switch?)

Good afternoon, good evening, and good night (wherever in the world you could possibly be). God bless!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 14:53:19 GMT

When forever seems to close in around you, and the concept of eternity doesn't leave your mind, you begin to realize that reality is just that... reality. For instance... the reality of this being that I haven't posted anything on this poor blogsite in, well, what would seem for most to be an eternity. I'm sure to a fly it would seem like an eternity, for, sadly, they don't live but for, what, 20 hours or so? That's really unfortunate, but, it doesn't matter because I hate flies.

Anyway, life has actually been really good for me lately. I finally started attending Liberty University this past September (as I have been trying to do for the past 3 years or so). Haven't had to go to the doctor for anything, though, I've been told I should, but, that's something I won't do until I'm almost literally on a bed of death. I'm fine, though, mind you. A little stomach acid never hurt anybody... wait, yes, it did. Whatever.

Back in September, much to the surprise of most people I tell this to, I was named as the Youth Pastor at my church. ((SHOCK)) Yes, a woman... pastor. Oh, squirm, legalists. God looks on the inner person, doesn't he? But, of course, we always tend to look at the negative in something instead of the positive. Our youth group isn't very big at all, with only about 10 kids every Wednesday. We're, actually, more of a young adults group, really, because most everyone is in their late teens.

I have recently really felt God's will for my life in the music department. I've been singing for practically my whole life, and, it wasn't until a few years ago that I picked up a guitar and started leading in praise and worship music. It's a blast! It's an absolute blast! Anyone who does what I do and says it isn't obviously isn't called of God to do it. God has called me to be a leader in many different ways (why? don't ask me. I'm not God, clearly), and, it really is a priviledge to do what I do. Thank you, Lord, because you truly are the awesome God that everyone claims you are. I really feel like that's where I want to be, leading people in God's praises, I mean. I love it.

My major in college is Youth Ministry, and, already, people kind of look down on that when I tell them. But, that's ok. Yesterday, I sat outside a classroom before it ended up at Liberty and listened as they talked about "W0men in Ministry" (yes, that's a deliberate typo because that's what was up on the projector screen in the classroom). It was a New Testament Survey class, and, I have actually met the guys that were teaching it. They didn't actually look much older than me, maybe being in their mid-20's. (I'm only 19, ok?) And, I know it may be wrong of me, but, I couldn't help but feel both insulted and angry at what they had to say. I go to a mainly Baptist college, ok? And, even though I go to a baptist church, it doesn't mean that our church is quite as traditional as your normal baptist church. But, this college is. And, even though they offer women's ministry degrees and have classes in it, and are trying to claim that women can be in ministry just as much as men can, you can still see what they're saying if you listen and watch closely. They almost demean women in the ministry opportunities that they offer to them.

Well, I'll get off that soapbox for now. It's not worth arguing about.

Scaremare was back in October, and it was mad-awesome. I stress the mad-awesome. And, I'll leave it at that.

Thanksgiving was good. I had a good time getting really really full.

We're coming into the Christmas season, and, I'll be 20 this December 25th. But, it's not about my birthday, thankfully, it's about Jesus' birthday. Hopefully, people won't get too caught up in the rush-rush-rush that goes along with this season (which, I have no doubt that we all will to a point, right?) but, we still need to remember what it's about. Love people, ok? Love Jesus twice as much, and you won't have any problem with the first part.

It doesn't help that I"m listening to "Pretty Fly For A Rabbi" right now. I love that song. I have it on my little MP3 player, and I was listening to it the other day while waiting for class to start. And, even though I was the only one that could hear it, I couldn't stop laughing. Much to my dismay, I'm sure I had an audience of people looking at me wondering what on earth I was laughing at. But, thankfully, not a lot of people talk to me up there, anyway, but, that's mainly because people are a little snobby there (sometimes, not always), or just shy, or just reluctant to talk to the girl in all black that carries a doctor's bag that's quitely laughing to herself at... what?

Yeah, my purse is a doctor's bag. Those teacher I was telling you about earlier? That's how I met them, because they liked my doctor's bag... actually, they were kind of flirting with me, but, I'll leave that alone, too. Poor college boys.

Project 86 rawks mheye sawks.

Well, that's all for me. Thanks for reading, those of you who actually have. God bless ya'll...
-Lady Candace

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 14:15:28 GMT

Englishmen seem to be so shifty...

What?

Wed, 03 May 2006 10:06:08 GMT

I want a pet dragon.

Yay!

Fri, 24 Feb 2006 20:23:59 GMT

Anyone like The David Crowder Band?

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Wed, 18 Jan 2006 10:32:54 GMT

Well, it was a long trip, but, sadly, not long enough.

A crew of six (count 'em: my mom, my dad, me, my sister, Lela, and Torrance) members, four of which were the members of One Accord embarked on a seven hour trip beginning in Madison Heights, Virginia, and ultimately ending in Avon, North Carolina. The intention of this excursion was to arrive under the twilight of the ocean tainted sky on the Outer Banks of North Carolina on that very same Friday night. We, the six travellers, arrived at one Mrs. Susie Fitch-Slater's home at nearly 10:30 p.m. and did not leave the aforementioned residence until well after midnight. From there, Mrs. Susie Fitch-Slater, along with her youngest son, Tim, lead the way for the six travellers to a rental beach house from Outer Beaches Realty on Dolphin Lane, barely a two minutes' driving distance from her own home. There, we, the six travellers, entered the house, found it to be ::ahem:: "mad awesome", and quickly made ourselves at home.

The next day, Torrance and Lela fixed a, again, "mad awesome breakfast" for the rest of their travelling companions. After all were filled with bacon, eggs, and buttered toast, and had afterward dressed for the happenings of the day, they all loaded themselves into one of their travelling vessels (::ahem:: the van) and made their way down to the Hatteras-Ocracoke Ferry port, where they waited no longer than thirty minutes, and ventured out upon the sound to the--I don't mind saying it-- heaven-on-earth that is reverently referred to as Ocracoke Island, and spent a little while on the beach, watching the waves in all their majesty and power, collecting some of the prettiest seashells they had every believed to lay eyes on, and wondering why on earth God would not have kept this little peace of paradise for himself, but, ultimately thanking Him that He had not. Back to the van they went, only to find that almost every eatery on the island was closed for the winter, other than Howard's Pub, whose parking lot was overflowing with automobiles. So, back to the Ocracoke-Hatteras Ferry port, where we waited for an hour (no more, no less) for another ferry to come our way. One Accord found that they had some time to pass, so they decided to practice some of the songs that they would be singing that night.

I really could go on forever on my weekend on the Outer Banks, but, I'll spare you the many details, for I don't have much time myself! I'll end my story with this...

I met a lot of great people down there, and got to know a few that I had already met a little better. The hospitality was unforgetable, and I would be a fool not to recognize God in all His grace and power and mercy for keeping us safe the whole time, and keeping us fed, and giving us the company of such wonderful people. Thank you, Lord, because you are kind to your people. I love you, Lord, and I can't thank you enough.

I even got to jam with Mike Fitch (Mrs. Susie's oldest boy) and hear ghost stories from Tim, (Mrs. Susie's youngest). Mike's good on a mandolin, and mad awesome on a guitar. Anna and I met their friends, and found that they were just like our friends, only in a different location, and with souls we'd never met before. I'm ultimately grateful that they treated us like stars, though I don't feel we ever deserved.

The Christian plates that we ate pizza off of are now unforgettable... and I'm sure that Anna will regret ever telling Tim, "I love Asians and I lick them." Ha ha ha Thanks for the memories, my friends.

Remember... the food is great, except after a rainfall. Darn you, shellfish! I hate food poisoning!

God bless, ya'll.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 15:26:30 GMT

I don't care what they say about me....
...I miss Scaremare.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 19:58:20 GMT

Wallowing in my own ignorance, I found it necessary to acknowledge myself for who I really am. Amidst my never-ending worry of failure and damaging doubt, I decided that I should no longer look at every circumstance from a life and death viewpoint. "Oh, to let this thing happen to me would mean the end of my life! The end of my soul!" as it were. Comprehending this madness is not only seemingly impossible for others, but, it is my day-to-day routine. How tragic, and how sad this truly is.

But, then, to truly look at myself, I'd have to see myself the way that God sees me, because, He sees me for the way I truly am. And, thankfully, He sees me through eyes of love, and understanding, instead of with eyes of hatred, and condemnation.
"There is no condemnation to them which are in Christ,".... right? Yes, exactly.
My God is an awesome God and He reigns from heaven above with wisdom, power, and love. Our God is an awesome God!

I'm back, folks. Happy 2006! God bless.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 10:59:11 GMT

Rest assured, fellow mortals, that this day is not like any other day that has ever been. Why? Because this is a new day that the Lord has created just for us. That's right! He created this day just for you and me.

Scaremare was awesome, people, and I still miss it oh so terribly.

((note to self: You've gotta wait a whole year 'til it comes back around. So, I suggest you get over it now while you still can))

I made some great friends while I was there, and I hope to see them all next semester, when I'll be attending Liberty University. Yayness for me.

Two people got saved last night at church. We had a great service last night. It was awesome.

My hands are starting to feel all "carpal tunnel-y" from typing all morning. I have added at least 3 pages in the last few days to my story. Oddly enough, the ideas will come to me at the most unlikely times, and I'll not be able to put them on the computer. So, I have to write them on the nearest sheet(s) of paper I can find... but, my hands don't get all "carpal tunnel-y" from it! Just my wrist gets effected by that. LoL

I'm sorry that I haven't written anything in so long. I really have been neglectful ever since I got a MySpace account. If any of you want to check it out, go to www.myspace.com/ladycandace Let me know what you think.

Well, I'm out. God bless ya'll!

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Sun, 23 Oct 2005 16:54:17 GMT

We had 127 people get saved Friday night, as a result of Scaremare. Amazingly, we ended early (for a Friday night), by being done at about 12:30 AM. Saturday night, however, sits on the other end of the spectrum... I had to leave early, leaving at 11:00, because of church the next day... but, the line had just closed, and the people were innumerable. If you're sitting there wondering "What in the world is she talking about?" than go here www.scaremare.com It'll tell you all you wanna know.

Well, I'm done. God bless ya'll!