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I just wanted to welcome back all you college students who have been away this summer. Equally important, I want to welcome the new freshmen and transfer students that will be joining us this semester. It will be good to gather at ccm with all of you and I am looking forward to hearing all your summer adventure stories. Again, welcome back to Marshall, TX.

One of the hardest things about singlehood is temptation for guys (generally speaking). Women, on the other hand, when we're lonely tend to play the part of the temptor. If we care at all about our brothers in Christ, then why in the world would we want to BE the very thing they are seeking God's strength to overcome?!?!

I started going through our Philippians study this week and I love it so far! It will be a challenge to make the time, but I need it!

This summer has been interresting. Its the first one ive spent away from home, and away from church. I havent gone to church much this summer... and the times i did was when i went home. my church stops its sunday morning college service and does a wednesday night bible study, to which i have gone once. I usually work wednesday nights.. not that thats a good excuse. but my absence has changed my thoughts on a lot of things. but nothing critical, i still believe the same basic principles... Salvation is free, its a gift from God Ect... but yah. i keep telling myself..

I'm reading a great book on learning how to appreciate and be grateful for each day, no matter what it holds. Boy, do i need this! Funny how we decide sometimes that a day will be bad right from the beginning. It doesn't stand a chance. Too bad so sad, it's doomed.

If you lean to the "glass half empty" side I would highly recommend it. "Every Day Deserves a Chance" Max Lucado

Judgment Seat of Christ

When I stand at the judgment seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me;
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way, and I see.

How I blocked Him here and I checked Him there
And I would not yield my will,
Shall I see grief in my Savior’s eyes;
Grief though He loves me still'

Oh, He’d have me rich, and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While my memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I can’t retrace.

Then my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed.