When you first start to run...

Wow, all this talk about love and "boys" has me thinking...actually, it's God who has me thinking. You see, he's been working in my heart lately. I aksed him to break my heart, and a few days after my heart was broken I realized that it was an aswer to prayer. Yesterday I told him I wanted to die for him, and tonight I began to die. Have you ever felt the most uncomfortable, aweful feeling, yet known that God was replacing your flesh with his Spirit? That's what it was like. I knew that I was dying and that it was good, but I have never felt more uncomfortable.
When we decide to follow Jesus, and I mean REALLY follow Jesus with every step we take, the devil hears about it and comes running. He throws things at us from every side until we feel we must be doing someting wrong to feel so aweful and...well, I usually think "I lost my happy feeling".

Thurday night I told God "I want to run with you, I want to war with you, and I want to die for you. Take me, I'm willing." I walked into opening night of my colleges musical (I'm in the orchestra) and the devil said "Look at that guy, isn't he cute?" after a couple hours, I went, "Hey, no way Satan, you will not distract me like that!" It was really awesome to recognize that the devil was trying to distract me. So then Friday night the musical was under stress - panick attacks and asthma attakcs among performers - and then on top of it I tripped on the stairs and scared the heck out of the guy I was walking with. So I began to pray. I prayed for peace and against fear and as I prayed I realized that my words have power. Only hours before I had said "I want to war with you, God" In that moment I realized he had answered my prayer yet again, I was warring with him, fighting in his army! So here I am after night three of the performance. All is well and I hope that the spirits of peace and worship reign in that theatre in place of fear, but all I can be sure of is the fact that God is working in me, and hopefully through me, and my life is changing. I am in one of those defining moments when I have to change the way I act or what I say or how I say things, and honestly it is very hard. But I trust my God, throughout the day he has touched my heart so many ways. This morning I was driving to work at 6:45am and the new song by Carrie Underwood came on the radio. All of a sudden I awoke from my thoughts and began to cry as she said "She threw up her hands and said "Jesus take the wheel, take it from my hands, I can't do it on my own, I'm letting go so give me one more chance. Jesus, take the wheel."

Memories from Isreal

Here's a photo of "the gang" in Israel in June 2004. We are standing on the Mt. of Olives overlooking the East Gate of Jerusalem. From left: me(jamie), Sarah Owen, Katy Owen, Jeff Owen, Leah Wolf, Stephen Salstrand, Dillon Warnock. We had so much fun!

German review...

Ok, so about year and a half ago I was fluent in German, but now I am back to square one, and I need a place to practice. So here goes, I'm giving you a run down of the basics. Let me tell you about myself:

Hallo! Ich heise Jamie. I komme aus Pennsylvania, aber ich wohne in Waco, Texas. Mein Vater heist Ron und meine Mutter heist Janet. Ich habe eine Schwester und ihre name ist Hannah. Ich spiele Geige, und bin in die Baylor Symphony. Ich liebe Jesus Cristus, mein Herr. Jetzt gehe ich zu Universitat und studiere Musik. Jetzt ist es fuenf uhr dreizig und wir wollen supper gegessen. Aufwiedersehen!!

Wanna gues what I said? Have fun :-D

My heart

If you really know me, you know that I have a huge heart for evangelism, so I thought I would post the lyrics to a song that has really ministered to me. The song is by Casting Crowns.

Fathere hear my prayer, I need the perfect words,

words that he will hear, and know thier straight from You

I don't know what to say, I only know it hurts,

to see my only friend slowly fade away

Maybe this time, I'll speak the words of life,

with Your fire in my eyes

but that old familiar fear is tearin' at my words

what am I so afraid of, here I go again

talkin' 'bout the rain, and mullin' over things,

that won't live past today

and as I dance around the truth, time is not his friend

this might be my last chance to tell him that You love him,

but here I go again