I have a friend...who has never been to a zoo. Well Jared being the kind hearted man he is said that can't do. We will take you to the zoo. So off we went.

Got our faces painted like little girls.

although I must add we had to forse Marian to do it. Sigh.

Rode the carressell (how do u spell that?) like little kids. They guys were good sports on that.

took pictures.

Even tho cotton candy has that weird unhealthy thing going Lauren bought a bag and we all had some. Life is like that, you take it in and it just melts away with only the memory of it left. So Lauren and I were mourning the last of life as we knew it.

OH!!! Wait! We found a little bit more! Happy dance.

This was the group that braved the excitment of going in circles. And don't forget the up and down as well. It was just way to much fun being kids for a day. ahhhh. Mad peaceful.

Me and my better half. Thank you Jared for making the effort to make this day happen. It meant alot. Love you.

I used to wish that I could rewrite history
I used to dream that each mistake could be erased
Then I could just pretend
I never knew the me back then

I used to pray that You would take this shame away
Hide all the evidence of who I've been
But it's the memory of
The place You brought me from
That keeps me on my knees
And even though I'm free

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

I have not lived a life that boasts of anything
I don't take pride in what I bring
But I'll build an altar with
The rubble that You've found me in
And every stone will sing
Of what You can redeem

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

Don't let me forget
Everything You've done for me
Don't let me forget
The beauty in the suffering

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

I just gave my life story the other night to our group of teens. It was good to refresh my mind with what all God has brought me from. I am a living testimony as to where God healed the wounds but left the scars. And my prayer is that I will remain broken and torn and open before Him. The redeemer. My Saviour. And that when pain comes in my life...that I will look to Him for strenght and healing. May God keep working in my life to bring HIM glory.