Guess who's back. Back again. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back...
Most of you probably have no clue what song that's from (nor should you), but the correct answer is:
ME!
I got a nice, full night of rest; didn't wake up much in the night; my dreams had sound; my coughs have phlegm! I turned 100% around since I slept. I feel great! Not 110%, as I do have a mild cough (but it's juicy!), but I for sure feel at least 100%.
Just this morning I was thinking to myself, and I realized that sickness like this is completely unbiblical! Seriously! I rested for six days, then on the seventh day worked. What is that? Totally wrong, no good. So, I don't much plan on falling into another bout with whatever that was (and I should hope none of my compadres do either).
Welp, time for me to get some grub and shave!
...And Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.
3.30.2005
Stardate, March 30.
Day six of sickness (if you count Friday, which is when I started having a sore throat and cough). Fever is good and gone, head is stuffy, infrequent coughs. I slept horribly last night, after the first five or six hours, I woke up every half hour to an hour.
I hope everyone else is doing better than me, because this is no fun (all of you out there have to make up for the fun I'm missing :D).
I hope everyone else is doing better than me, because this is no fun (all of you out there have to make up for the fun I'm missing :D).
3.27.2005
Deuces Wild.
So, I feel like crap. Anyone want to join the club? My fever has been a bit better, down to 99.2 this afternoon, TBA right now as I'm taking it (99.1). My cough still heaves horribly, quite uncomfortable. What's worse is that nothing happens, it's just an abrasive, dry cough. Nothing to cough up, no phlegm, nothing! I'm just heaving and hoing for no good reason.
Anyways, I just hooked myself up with the NyQuil LiquiCaps, so I'll be taking the early train to Sleeptown tonight (which will hopefully last through morning, at which point I will be heading down to Evergreen College in Olympia for a tour or something that my mom signed me up for last week).
Welp kids, time to knock back some NyQs.
I'll take two and call you in the morning.
Anyways, I just hooked myself up with the NyQuil LiquiCaps, so I'll be taking the early train to Sleeptown tonight (which will hopefully last through morning, at which point I will be heading down to Evergreen College in Olympia for a tour or something that my mom signed me up for last week).
Welp kids, time to knock back some NyQs.
I'll take two and call you in the morning.
3.25.2005
One Fish, Two Fish. Red Fish, Blue Fish.
Last night I thought of this title, but I really just didn't have much to post. So, I figured I would save it until I did, and look at me now!
Work was quite a thrashing on my body today (externally and internally). We were sanding all the walls for final prep before paint, so I was working in a dust cloud all day, breathing in airborne mud! As a result, I've got a bit of a bronchitus in me, the moisture in my nose made the mud stick there (so my nostril hairs were all coated in white, and I had mud colored snot). As for the rest, I had to scrape all the dust piles away from the walls so the painters could mask so as not to get the floor with paint. This was quite fun [/sarcasm]. My back took a beating being bent in one way or another (I was either on a knee, on two knees, or my knees were sore and I just stood up and bent in half). My knees didn't really get that bad. My right wrist is a bit worse than before, hope it's something that will heal. My legs and arms are still feeling the burn, though I can tell with those ones that it's positive pain, and I'm actually getting stronger from it (lifting, toating, heaving, hoing).
That's that. I need to take a shower, I'm quite the dirty fellow.
Stars on thars...
Work was quite a thrashing on my body today (externally and internally). We were sanding all the walls for final prep before paint, so I was working in a dust cloud all day, breathing in airborne mud! As a result, I've got a bit of a bronchitus in me, the moisture in my nose made the mud stick there (so my nostril hairs were all coated in white, and I had mud colored snot). As for the rest, I had to scrape all the dust piles away from the walls so the painters could mask so as not to get the floor with paint. This was quite fun [/sarcasm]. My back took a beating being bent in one way or another (I was either on a knee, on two knees, or my knees were sore and I just stood up and bent in half). My knees didn't really get that bad. My right wrist is a bit worse than before, hope it's something that will heal. My legs and arms are still feeling the burn, though I can tell with those ones that it's positive pain, and I'm actually getting stronger from it (lifting, toating, heaving, hoing).
That's that. I need to take a shower, I'm quite the dirty fellow.
Stars on thars...
Loose anchor the SS Fatburger! This was my valiantly time consuming effort to make the day of a ne'er do well Fatburger employee (most of them are nice from what I've seen, so I wanted to make someone happy). I wrote out this happy business, then set my tray on the front of the table. The bus lady comes by, swipes my dish, and doesn't even give a Pete in the world about it! Lame. But, this won't thwart future attempts to make days. "Commandeer, it's a nautical term"
3.23.2005
Work Hard for the Money...
Update for those who have been wondering.
Work has been going well so far. I'm an Apprentice Taper. For those who don't know what that entails, I basically get messy and make walls look nice. Studs get put up, sheetrock gets hung, then we go to town. To my knowledge thus far, we're the last defense before paint. So it's cool, because we get to put on the final touches before paint; so when it's all done, we can see how we did still (Scott was telling me today that the job done on the new theater at Alderwood is the best).
Anyways, lots of foul mouths, but some are actually pretty nice people. There are a few very angry folks, but mostly they're all just intimidating when I first meet them and start working with them, but then I get over my first impression and they're usually pretty nice and sometimes encouraging to me.
Welp, I'm sore as all get out, my neck is kinked in half, and my right wrist (I do everything with my right hand pretty much) is messed. Such is the life of a working man...
Sling that mud!
Work has been going well so far. I'm an Apprentice Taper. For those who don't know what that entails, I basically get messy and make walls look nice. Studs get put up, sheetrock gets hung, then we go to town. To my knowledge thus far, we're the last defense before paint. So it's cool, because we get to put on the final touches before paint; so when it's all done, we can see how we did still (Scott was telling me today that the job done on the new theater at Alderwood is the best).
Anyways, lots of foul mouths, but some are actually pretty nice people. There are a few very angry folks, but mostly they're all just intimidating when I first meet them and start working with them, but then I get over my first impression and they're usually pretty nice and sometimes encouraging to me.
Welp, I'm sore as all get out, my neck is kinked in half, and my right wrist (I do everything with my right hand pretty much) is messed. Such is the life of a working man...
Sling that mud!
3.20.2005
Daily Jibba-Jabba (I Pity the Fool!)
Ressurected post!
Tonight I have for you my favorite game. The best game, most fun, greatest sport ever. Ultimate frisbee! If you're in the Greater Northwest area, check out DiscNW, they have all sorts of info on Ultimate, both the game and playing up here.
Dag yo, I so badly need to get back to playing. I miss it so much (especially playing with my Scots).
Phrisbee dya naroda!
Tonight I have for you my favorite game. The best game, most fun, greatest sport ever. Ultimate frisbee! If you're in the Greater Northwest area, check out DiscNW, they have all sorts of info on Ultimate, both the game and playing up here.
Dag yo, I so badly need to get back to playing. I miss it so much (especially playing with my Scots).
Phrisbee dya naroda!
Yesssss...
Napoleon, you know I'm training to be a cage fighter.
How much you wanna bet I can throw a football over them mountains?
Tina, you fat lard. Come get your dinner!
It would be nice if you could pull me into town.
You think anyone wants a roundhouse kick to the face when I'm wearin these bad boys? Forget about it!
Let me borrow your bike. Gimme some chips.
How much you wanna bet I can throw a football over them mountains?
Tina, you fat lard. Come get your dinner!
It would be nice if you could pull me into town.
You think anyone wants a roundhouse kick to the face when I'm wearin these bad boys? Forget about it!
Let me borrow your bike. Gimme some chips.
The Word Became Flesh.
Quotes from John.
"Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent."
- John 17:3
"Again Jesus said, 'Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.' And with that he breathed on them and said, 'Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone his sins, they are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven.'"
- John 20:21-23
"Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent."
- John 17:3
"Again Jesus said, 'Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.' And with that he breathed on them and said, 'Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone his sins, they are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven.'"
- John 20:21-23
3.19.2005
Swing! And I Miss!
Well, I was just about to leave, but my mom asked me to walk the dogs real quick before I did. So, me being the good kid that I am, I did so. As I was standing out there, the feeling of the rain on my head brought out an album of memories that I frequently miss. Those namely being the good ol' days with my shortest.
So I ended up shaving my head (not all the way, just the shortness I always do) so I can now go out in the rain and feel it's soft, memorable pulse on my cranial cavity, and continue to miss.
M- Seriously, when's the rain dance? Can you come home for a long time? Maybe I'll just go stay in Pbo that way the whole complication of us being on the same side is removed. (L)
So I ended up shaving my head (not all the way, just the shortness I always do) so I can now go out in the rain and feel it's soft, memorable pulse on my cranial cavity, and continue to miss.
M- Seriously, when's the rain dance? Can you come home for a long time? Maybe I'll just go stay in Pbo that way the whole complication of us being on the same side is removed. (L)
3.18.2005
3.17.2005
3.16.2005
Gunner Palace.
As inspired by my good man Russ, I figured I would give my two cents from my most recent venture to the theatre.
Gunner Palace, a documentary filmed last year in Iraq, is a brilliant, informative, humorous, and above all, real. Really, it's the perfect sort of thing for me to see. I'm mostly uninformed about politics and the like, but this was a great way for me to see what's happening across seas. I hate politics. The lies, the flip-flopping, everything about it. However, I don't like the iron curtain that people who decide what the public do and don't need to know hides what those who are actually going through are, well, going through! Politicos suck.
Anyways, that was a bit of a side note. So, this movie shows the war from the perspective of actual soldiers. Their daily rounds and common happenings. It lets you see what those who are carrying out orders feel about all that goes on around them. You see the personalities that are fighting this war.
I'm not any sort of high degree of patriotic, so I'm quite apathetic on voting (any vote is basically the lesser of two evils for me). One thing that had crossed my mind was to let those that actually get things done do the voting. What the frick do average citizens have to say? Opinions? Pet peeves? Soldiers are the ones fighting, dying and, at times, being psychologically or physically ruined. They are the only ones I see who actually put up (so the rest of us should shut up). I wouldn't voluntarily sign up for the military or anything, but I would go to war if necessary. Tangented...
Great movie, most - if not all - of the soundtrack is music as performed by one of the soldiers in Gunner (who is also quite funny).
So go check it out. If you're like me, it rocks. If you have some sort of strict politial view, I don't care, make your own opinion of it.
Gunner Palace, a documentary filmed last year in Iraq, is a brilliant, informative, humorous, and above all, real. Really, it's the perfect sort of thing for me to see. I'm mostly uninformed about politics and the like, but this was a great way for me to see what's happening across seas. I hate politics. The lies, the flip-flopping, everything about it. However, I don't like the iron curtain that people who decide what the public do and don't need to know hides what those who are actually going through are, well, going through! Politicos suck.
Anyways, that was a bit of a side note. So, this movie shows the war from the perspective of actual soldiers. Their daily rounds and common happenings. It lets you see what those who are carrying out orders feel about all that goes on around them. You see the personalities that are fighting this war.
I'm not any sort of high degree of patriotic, so I'm quite apathetic on voting (any vote is basically the lesser of two evils for me). One thing that had crossed my mind was to let those that actually get things done do the voting. What the frick do average citizens have to say? Opinions? Pet peeves? Soldiers are the ones fighting, dying and, at times, being psychologically or physically ruined. They are the only ones I see who actually put up (so the rest of us should shut up). I wouldn't voluntarily sign up for the military or anything, but I would go to war if necessary. Tangented...
Great movie, most - if not all - of the soundtrack is music as performed by one of the soldiers in Gunner (who is also quite funny).
So go check it out. If you're like me, it rocks. If you have some sort of strict politial view, I don't care, make your own opinion of it.
3.15.2005
In, Not Of.
Seriously dude, this is probably one of the hardest things to take to heart and live. It contradicts almost everything the world expects of people.
Next rant.
What feels like perhaps the biggest struggle, temptation and torment, is in my life. Let me tell you, this sucks. I refuse to give in without God's authority. Perhaps this is just a test. Really, if I look at the big picture, this is just a way of strengthening my faith. However, I remain stubborn in the face of every inner incling to cave. I'll most likely turn out better for it in the end, one way or the other, but for now it's just painful.
Such is life...
Next rant.
What feels like perhaps the biggest struggle, temptation and torment, is in my life. Let me tell you, this sucks. I refuse to give in without God's authority. Perhaps this is just a test. Really, if I look at the big picture, this is just a way of strengthening my faith. However, I remain stubborn in the face of every inner incling to cave. I'll most likely turn out better for it in the end, one way or the other, but for now it's just painful.
Such is life...
3.14.2005
Cool Expo! II
Here we have a continuation of a theme.
I'm no English major (I feel nauseous), so I don't know what you'd call that kind of thing.
Anyway, here are more cool people. They're my friends.
Begin!
I'm no English major (I feel nauseous), so I don't know what you'd call that kind of thing.
Anyway, here are more cool people. They're my friends.
Begin!
Zombies!
| Armed and Dangerous Congratulations! You scored 87%! |
| You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you did, you'd probably do just fine. |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test written by ci8db4uok on Ok Cupid |
3.13.2005
Indiana Jones (Again).
In case anyone notices or cares, sometimes I just kind of fly by the seat of my pants. And of course, by that I mean that lots of titles and posts and such are just spur of the moment blurbs, especially if anyone else is around and I just kinda name it for no reason in particular.
I don't remember if there's anything in particular about which I need to post. Had bible study, that was good. I'm starting working for Tony on Wednesday doing taping (probably in Marysville), woohoo. Hopefully tomorrow is sunny, and we can go walk around and enjoy the sun (picnic, walking, frisbee?, whateva). I'm a big fan of laying down in a grassy knoll on a nice blanket and just philosophising with a good friend (I'm all about the more the merrier, but in this particular case, I'm totally more of a one on oner). By the way, littlest of littles, when are we going to get back around to something of that sort? Rain dance? Sun lay? Couch sit? Walk around?
Anyways, I miss all ye who aren't around me at the moment (Lofties [probably all of whom don't even see this], sister, little friend, D, 1st Belz, my disc-mates [monkey arms in particular][note: not in this order]).
Well, about time to get to compline service. And what better timing, little miss no-memory over here (who just said "Ah, I keep losing track." Coincidence? I think not) is bragging about her and her roomies (both of them are single white females. They enjoy walks on the beach, sunsets, flowers, and ice cream) ability to collect flowers despite their singletude.
HERE WE COME JACOB!
-Stop
I don't remember if there's anything in particular about which I need to post. Had bible study, that was good. I'm starting working for Tony on Wednesday doing taping (probably in Marysville), woohoo. Hopefully tomorrow is sunny, and we can go walk around and enjoy the sun (picnic, walking, frisbee?, whateva). I'm a big fan of laying down in a grassy knoll on a nice blanket and just philosophising with a good friend (I'm all about the more the merrier, but in this particular case, I'm totally more of a one on oner). By the way, littlest of littles, when are we going to get back around to something of that sort? Rain dance? Sun lay? Couch sit? Walk around?
Anyways, I miss all ye who aren't around me at the moment (Lofties [probably all of whom don't even see this], sister, little friend, D, 1st Belz, my disc-mates [monkey arms in particular][note: not in this order]).
Well, about time to get to compline service. And what better timing, little miss no-memory over here (who just said "Ah, I keep losing track." Coincidence? I think not) is bragging about her and her roomies (both of them are single white females. They enjoy walks on the beach, sunsets, flowers, and ice cream) ability to collect flowers despite their singletude.
HERE WE COME JACOB!
-Stop
3.11.2005
Five Years to Write...
This vulnerability is kiling me internally
Not feeling much stability and i wish it could be easy
But it don't seem to be and so, I'm going to take it to the only place that I know to go
And lay these feelings in the hand of the creator
God of creation you show me how to relate to her
Meanwhile, I'm thanking you for lessons being learned
See my feelings have been shallow but I've watched my heart turn
Yes, she looks good, yes she looks fly
But deep down I know there's something more inside
Just like I'm praying that there's more in me
So when I look at she I just don't see naturally
Not saying physically, that I'll deny the attraction, but all in all that's just a simple satisfaction
That can be obtained through a glance of the eye
This was five years ago, man how time flies by
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
A few years later...
Her mind intrigues me
It leaves me sort of sick
Wondering what makes the mystery chic tick, history thick of pages and pages
Telling stories that can't be summed up in quick phrases
She's observant so she's seen my behavior
It's got me nervous wanting to stay away from her
I pray for her daily as well as perspective, battling with pride and thoughts of being rejected and that's just not appealing
It's almost enough to make you disconnect your feelings or something
And try to move on and give them to someone else but yet I care for her more than I care for myself
Man who needs this
I'm not even good with commitments
Plus I value my independence, in the end it's probably just a waste of time spent or maybe there's something more to this relationship
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
What's the point of caring when it hurts so much
If this is what love comes with I'd rather not touch it
In all honesty the outcome is uncertain and I do run the risk of walking away hurtin
Searching for clarity, spare me the despair rather be alone and not even care than to share my trust because you can't control fate so maybe I'll be alone but at least it's safe
I know that's stupid
Probably my insecurity
Or maybe God is using this to get through to me
Cuz in the back of my mind I'm always aware of pushing me towards prayer and bettering my character
Making me thing about the man I want to become regardless of the situations outcome
Fast forward a few more years into my life
Man this song about my wife took me five years to write
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
- John Reuben
-Five Years to Write
-Professional Rapper
Preach it, Reu...
Not feeling much stability and i wish it could be easy
But it don't seem to be and so, I'm going to take it to the only place that I know to go
And lay these feelings in the hand of the creator
God of creation you show me how to relate to her
Meanwhile, I'm thanking you for lessons being learned
See my feelings have been shallow but I've watched my heart turn
Yes, she looks good, yes she looks fly
But deep down I know there's something more inside
Just like I'm praying that there's more in me
So when I look at she I just don't see naturally
Not saying physically, that I'll deny the attraction, but all in all that's just a simple satisfaction
That can be obtained through a glance of the eye
This was five years ago, man how time flies by
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
A few years later...
Her mind intrigues me
It leaves me sort of sick
Wondering what makes the mystery chic tick, history thick of pages and pages
Telling stories that can't be summed up in quick phrases
She's observant so she's seen my behavior
It's got me nervous wanting to stay away from her
I pray for her daily as well as perspective, battling with pride and thoughts of being rejected and that's just not appealing
It's almost enough to make you disconnect your feelings or something
And try to move on and give them to someone else but yet I care for her more than I care for myself
Man who needs this
I'm not even good with commitments
Plus I value my independence, in the end it's probably just a waste of time spent or maybe there's something more to this relationship
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
What's the point of caring when it hurts so much
If this is what love comes with I'd rather not touch it
In all honesty the outcome is uncertain and I do run the risk of walking away hurtin
Searching for clarity, spare me the despair rather be alone and not even care than to share my trust because you can't control fate so maybe I'll be alone but at least it's safe
I know that's stupid
Probably my insecurity
Or maybe God is using this to get through to me
Cuz in the back of my mind I'm always aware of pushing me towards prayer and bettering my character
Making me thing about the man I want to become regardless of the situations outcome
Fast forward a few more years into my life
Man this song about my wife took me five years to write
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
I wonder if she'd hear it if I told her that she had a
Beautiful soul full of spirit
- John Reuben
-Five Years to Write
-Professional Rapper
Preach it, Reu...
Him Again!?
Who's this Pete guy!? Serious!
Men, we need to find this "Pete" and take him out, he's stealin all the good girls!
We're all doomed!
Men, we need to find this "Pete" and take him out, he's stealin all the good girls!
We're all doomed!
3.10.2005
3.09.2005
Just the Gospel, Stupid...
RUF is good.
Just got back from another sermon from the one and only Ed Dunnington that, once again, hit home. Don't you love/hate it when the pastors sermon is hitting you from every side? It seems like everything he said was right on. My favorite cop-out ("I'm human, that's how I'm supposed to be") was like a butter knife and burnt steak: it just wasn't going to cut it.
"You shall have no other gods before me."
- Exodus 20:3, the First Commandment (title added for no reason in particular)
One verse, eight words, infinite content. Basically, I suck and need to get my act together (what a contrast to previous posts...). I always find some lame excuse. If I do so with a pure heart and intent, it wouldn't be so bad. But, I just always seem to use the same excuses over and over, tried and true.
Fin.
I'm pulling the plug on me (no, not commiting suicide). Time to get my game together; bring in the clutch players; call in the relief pitcher. Find any sort of witty comment/analogy you want, it's go time.
I've been praying to find direction in my life, to see the path set before me.
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."
- Psalm 119:105
This I prayed, and it seems it has been answered. The path I've been searching for, pawing desperately for in the dark, is God himself. There have been so many things I've selfishly been praying for, trying to keep a clear mind and pure thoughts, but to little or no avail. So, through God's word in writing and speaking through Ed, I now know what lies before me: I must simply walk the straight and narrow.
Thus begins the next journey in my life, to live for God. I guess I've been doing pretty well to now, but haven't really applied myself. I've always just used faith as, perhaps, an excuse. I have been using God for me, rather than giving myself up - losing my life, to gain His - and using myself for God.
"Again Jesus said, 'Peace be with you! As the father has sent me, I am sending you.' And with that he breathed on them and said, 'Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone his sins, they are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven."
- John 20:21-22
Just got back from another sermon from the one and only Ed Dunnington that, once again, hit home. Don't you love/hate it when the pastors sermon is hitting you from every side? It seems like everything he said was right on. My favorite cop-out ("I'm human, that's how I'm supposed to be") was like a butter knife and burnt steak: it just wasn't going to cut it.
"You shall have no other gods before me."
- Exodus 20:3, the First Commandment (title added for no reason in particular)
One verse, eight words, infinite content. Basically, I suck and need to get my act together (what a contrast to previous posts...). I always find some lame excuse. If I do so with a pure heart and intent, it wouldn't be so bad. But, I just always seem to use the same excuses over and over, tried and true.
Fin.
I'm pulling the plug on me (no, not commiting suicide). Time to get my game together; bring in the clutch players; call in the relief pitcher. Find any sort of witty comment/analogy you want, it's go time.
I've been praying to find direction in my life, to see the path set before me.
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."
- Psalm 119:105
This I prayed, and it seems it has been answered. The path I've been searching for, pawing desperately for in the dark, is God himself. There have been so many things I've selfishly been praying for, trying to keep a clear mind and pure thoughts, but to little or no avail. So, through God's word in writing and speaking through Ed, I now know what lies before me: I must simply walk the straight and narrow.
Thus begins the next journey in my life, to live for God. I guess I've been doing pretty well to now, but haven't really applied myself. I've always just used faith as, perhaps, an excuse. I have been using God for me, rather than giving myself up - losing my life, to gain His - and using myself for God.
"Again Jesus said, 'Peace be with you! As the father has sent me, I am sending you.' And with that he breathed on them and said, 'Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone his sins, they are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven."
- John 20:21-22
3.08.2005
Cool Expo!
Just for kicks (and because I wanted to throw up more pictures because I can), I figured I would have a cool expo. "A what?" you may ask? Well, let me tell you. I'm sure many of you out there in the world are wondering to yourselves "where have all the cool people gone?" Well the answer, quite simply, is that I've found them all already. So in reality, the only way in the world you can get all the coolest friends in the world is if you come live with me. But, seeing as that's not an open invitation, you'll just have to deal with it.
The following is by no means the be all end all of this list. There are more people to be included, I just have to get pictures of them all onto my computer.
So, for now, enjoy the coolest people in the world (who are as of now on my computer ;)...
The following is by no means the be all end all of this list. There are more people to be included, I just have to get pictures of them all onto my computer.
So, for now, enjoy the coolest people in the world (who are as of now on my computer ;)...
3.06.2005
Jujyfruit
Well, the title is just because that's the open box of nasties that lies before me (I had a few back when I got them last winter, but now they just sit and rot their rotty rot).
After glancing at the blogs of several others (namely, those in my linkeroos), I figured "Hey, why not post."
First, my weekend (and week) have been good. My 'sister' was home from school, as was my very good friend (with a bit of a pond seperating us). I must say, every time I see them back home, it reminds me just how much I actually did miss them. I suppose while they're gone, I just kind of focus on myself and those present. I do admit that I miss them, but I just don't really comprehend how much until they get back (you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone).
Second, I've grown in my faith lately.
True, this should be an ever on-going thing, but well, it's not (truth!? human!? what!?). Yes, I'm willing to admit it. 12 step program, you might say, and the first step is admitting I'm wrong (wha!?). Anyways, there have been so many little things in my life (both in the past and lately) that I never saw. But it seems just this weekend I finally realized it was God. Perhaps His way of always having my back. Perhaps His way of showing me he's watching.
Either way, I've grown. I would say I'm proud to say that, but I don't like saying I'm proud of anything being that pridefulness can be bad.
"Pride goes before destruction,
a haughty spirit before a fall."
-Proverbs 16:18 NIV
Summary: I've grown in my faith, amen.
Next up is life in general. Well, I suppose this kind of contradicts my previous statements, but so be it (since when am I one to worry about congruence).
I've been struggling a lot lately in life. I feel so much like I have no direction, don't know where to go. I was once walking in darkness, but have found the light, and now walk with Him personally. So, it is not that I'm lost, but perhaps that I am being tried. At least, that's what I like to think it is.
I've felt so much temptation lately. Many times I am able to fight it, or at least most of it. My human nature tends to be the root of it, and so there are so many small things that I give in to say "what will it hurt?" But they do add up. I always see just how much I am giving in as I look back every now and again.
The best way I can try to describe how I feel (to use imagery, if you will): is like a plain, and I can see a plateau above, my destination. But between me lies a dark forest, or really a dark anything. Whatever it is, I can see where I need to get, but the trail there is a difficult, confusing, winding, I-don't-know-what-other-adjectives-I-can-use path.
But, nobody ever said that being Christian makes life a cake-walk (in fact, most believe quite the opposite).
Anyhow, I suppose that'll be my rant for today. Hope anyone enjoys this. Comments are always good.
I guess I should finish up that Photoshop for Brodie so he can have it tomorrow...
Duty calls!
After glancing at the blogs of several others (namely, those in my linkeroos), I figured "Hey, why not post."
First, my weekend (and week) have been good. My 'sister' was home from school, as was my very good friend (with a bit of a pond seperating us). I must say, every time I see them back home, it reminds me just how much I actually did miss them. I suppose while they're gone, I just kind of focus on myself and those present. I do admit that I miss them, but I just don't really comprehend how much until they get back (you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone).
Second, I've grown in my faith lately.
True, this should be an ever on-going thing, but well, it's not (truth!? human!? what!?). Yes, I'm willing to admit it. 12 step program, you might say, and the first step is admitting I'm wrong (wha!?). Anyways, there have been so many little things in my life (both in the past and lately) that I never saw. But it seems just this weekend I finally realized it was God. Perhaps His way of always having my back. Perhaps His way of showing me he's watching.
Either way, I've grown. I would say I'm proud to say that, but I don't like saying I'm proud of anything being that pridefulness can be bad.
"Pride goes before destruction,
a haughty spirit before a fall."
-Proverbs 16:18 NIV
Summary: I've grown in my faith, amen.
Next up is life in general. Well, I suppose this kind of contradicts my previous statements, but so be it (since when am I one to worry about congruence).
I've been struggling a lot lately in life. I feel so much like I have no direction, don't know where to go. I was once walking in darkness, but have found the light, and now walk with Him personally. So, it is not that I'm lost, but perhaps that I am being tried. At least, that's what I like to think it is.
I've felt so much temptation lately. Many times I am able to fight it, or at least most of it. My human nature tends to be the root of it, and so there are so many small things that I give in to say "what will it hurt?" But they do add up. I always see just how much I am giving in as I look back every now and again.
The best way I can try to describe how I feel (to use imagery, if you will): is like a plain, and I can see a plateau above, my destination. But between me lies a dark forest, or really a dark anything. Whatever it is, I can see where I need to get, but the trail there is a difficult, confusing, winding, I-don't-know-what-other-adjectives-I-can-use path.
But, nobody ever said that being Christian makes life a cake-walk (in fact, most believe quite the opposite).
Anyhow, I suppose that'll be my rant for today. Hope anyone enjoys this. Comments are always good.
I guess I should finish up that Photoshop for Brodie so he can have it tomorrow...
Duty calls!
3.03.2005
Rantings of a Madman.
Life is just on loan, not ours to keep.
Four's a crowd. Three's company. Two's tango.
You've got to fight for your right to party.
Don't let the man bring you down.
Don't let the world decide how you should live your life.
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Eat breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day.
Eat lunch, or you'll go hungry until dinner.
Eat dinner.
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
In the wise words of someone short:
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it in front of an adult."
In the wise words of someone tall:
"Everybody move!"
In the wise words of someone dead and risen:
"I am the way and the truth and the life."
Pray.
Four's a crowd. Three's company. Two's tango.
You've got to fight for your right to party.
Don't let the man bring you down.
Don't let the world decide how you should live your life.
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Eat breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day.
Eat lunch, or you'll go hungry until dinner.
Eat dinner.
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
In the wise words of someone short:
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it in front of an adult."
In the wise words of someone tall:
"Everybody move!"
In the wise words of someone dead and risen:
"I am the way and the truth and the life."
Pray.
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