Hey Fanfictioners! I've been reading fics from this site for a while but i just recently decided to get my own account and start contibuting instead of just lurking aroung here like i've been doing for a couple of years now. Heh.

I'm not really sure what i should say about myself. i don't think people really care. The only thing i need to say really is that i love the TMNT, always have and always will.

Reviews are always welcome! But constructive critiscim is always welcome, too because everyone needs to realize their own mistakes. I'll probably point out a couple of things if need be to your stories, too. Don't take it personally, because i'll just tell it like how it is.

I think my genres will vary, but i love a good laugh, so i will most likely be writing humorous fics. I will try to fit in some serious stuff in here.

I'm not too sure about how well my fic "Ordinary Day" came out to be. By all means, please tell me if it was good or not. I would love to know. Thank you.

That's all for now i guess. Happy reading:)

Footprints In The Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes
from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in
the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints.
Other times there
were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed that during
the low periods of my life
When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow, or
defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me, Lord,
That if I followed you, you would walk with me
always.
But I noticed that during the most trying periods of my life

There have only been one set of prints in the sand.
Why, When I have needed you most, you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand
it was then that I carried you."

The Road of Life

At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.

But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal.

I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable . . . It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"

I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust.

I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord's and mine.

And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage, too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it; but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says . . . "Pedal."