Just Beyond Prudence: Enthusiastic and Vary Thankful

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Enthusiastic and Vary Thankful

You could call me enthusiastic about the lessons I am now taking. Sense I am eager and anxious to have them every day (except Sundays), and will brave the 105 degree weather for at lest an hour each time I go. Besides that, this is something I have wanted to do for years, and never really thought I would. Now you are probably wondering what I am talking about, so I'll tell you. I am now taking Martial Arts lessons. Specifically, Taekwondo.

As I have said I always wanted to do this, but never saw any possibility of that happening. A few months ago though, it suddenly struck me, why don't I ask God for martial arts lessons? It was only month later that my sister mentioned that she had a class mate at Bible School who taught a Taekwondo class. Two weeks later me and my youngest sister joined, and we have both really enjoyed it. Right now we just white belts, but hopefully by early August we should be graduating to yellow belts.

I should be going now, I think my sisters making cookies (yummm!!).
Have a wonderful day, and God bless.

Morgan J

2 comments:

AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 8:48 PM
How fun! Some of my family does TKD. I thought about it...and I know this sounds crazy, but I would love to learn fencing! Old fashioned... I know=) Anyway, I'm glad to read another post! Keep up the good work!
-Julianne(from Irish Eyes blog=)
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Morgan JJuly 14, 2011 at 9:19 PM
It would be really cool if you could learn fencing. :oD
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I want a sweet sense of Thy pardoning love,
That my manifold sins are forgiven;
That Christ as my Advocate, pleadeth above,
That my name is recorded in heaven.

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That thy Spirit resides in my heart--
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And newness of life to impart.

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Some likeness, my Saviour, to thee!
That longed for resemblance once more to regain,
Thy comeliness put upon me.

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Thy seal on my forehead to wear;
To receive that new name on the mystic white stone
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As to bring forth some fruit to thy praise;
The branch which thou prunest, though feeble and dried,
May languish, but never decays.

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Each tie to terrestrial things,
Too tenderly cherished, too closely entwined,
Where my heart so tenaciously clings.

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My actions and words, to declare
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On the tent only pitched for a day.

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To glorify thee till I die;
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And breath out in faith my last sigh.