The Room by Brain Moore

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the
room.There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered
with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that
list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files,
which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either
direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of
files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have
liked" I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut
it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for
my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and
small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and
curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly
opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet
memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would
look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed."
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have
Read,"
"Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my
brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased
to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of
these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this
truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized
the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly,
and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I
shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the
vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run
through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test
its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost
animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever
see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy
them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter
now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end
and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as
steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning
my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel
With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I
pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long
fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt
They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and
cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The
rows of file shelves swirled in my tearful eyes. No one must ever,
ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as
I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly
as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to
watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at
His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read
every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't
anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to
cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many
things, but He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end
of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name
over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find
to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't
be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so
alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He
gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the
cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but
the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back
to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood
up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There
were still cards to be written.

"Scientists estimate that in the visible universe alone, there are ten times more stars than there are grains of sand on all the world's beaches and deserts.Take a deep breath-and worship. We are smaller than we ever thought.And for more imortantly, God is greater than we had ever imagined."
--Matt Redman (from the book Facedown)

Lyrics

Here are the lyrics for a song called Grace, by Phil Wickham. it's an AMAZING song. Listen to it if ya have the chance.(Hint: it's on his myspace)


The sky is grey and the light is far
The sea is a rage within my heart
I turn my sight to the crashing waves
I cry in the night just to be saved

I need eyes to be my guide
I need a voice that's louder than mine
I need hope I need You
Cause I can't do this alone

Grace I call Your name
Oh won't Your smile fall over me
I'm cracked and dry on hands and knees
Oh sweet grace rain down on me I need You grace

I pray for dawn a new day to live
I pray for mercy only Jesus gives
Though darkness falls and a million cry
I believe over all there's a greater light shining for us

Come down and save me

Jonah 2:1

"In my distress I called to the LORD, and HE answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help, and YOU listened to my cry."

Stolen

This one is for my sister who will be moving soon :'( This is our song.

Dashboard Confession's Stolen

"...To raise our thoughts to what may happen when the redeemed soul, beyond all hope and nearly beyond belief, learns at lest that she has pleased Him for whom she was created to please.There will be no room for vanity the.She will be free from the miserable illusion that it is her doing. With no taint of what we should now call self-approval she will most innocently rejoice in the thing that God has made her to be, and the moment which heals her old inferiority complex forever will also drown her pride deeper then Prosppero's book.Perfect humility dispenses with modesty."
-C.S. Lewis (from the book,The Weight of Glory)

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!

: D
I love this video!! it's perfect for mother's day: )

Trails

"Trails are opportunity to live for God and show Him (and the people around you) just how much you love Him."

Evan Wickham

I'm inlove with Evan Wickham(yes, his brother is Phil Wickham
)!!!!!!!!!!! He is an AMAZING song writter and singer!!! And I'm SOOOO ticked off cuz this church that I kinda go to is having him come in for their SUMMER CAMP!!!!!!! Yeah, I no...
anyways, he's amazing and my fav song by him is, I'll Follow You.

Hint: I didnt really like myspace, but you can find ANY band there and listen to their music.

Welcome all

Wecome all to My new Blog!! Now, didnt freak out, I'm not moving, I just got a new one for all my crazy videos and quotes. Well not my quotes, quotes that I like that other ppl said. Also, any new band that I come across that I just HAVE to tell the world "THEY ROCK" will be put on here also.

So now my other blog( www.corithedory.blogspot.com )is only for my thoughts.

A few weeks ago I was looking at my blog and I thought to myself "Wow, it's radom..."
So yeah... I no that prolly no one will look at this one,but I'm totally cool with that :D cuz I just need some order here.

So enjoy : D

~Cori