Okay, so I don't dump videos on people... and I don't know how many people actually still stop by occasionally, but I had to vent on something. Story time:
Our youth group has a yearly kick-off scavenger hunt. This year, we went to a local mall and were about to get on with winning (my group anyway) when the mall 5.0 stopped another group that was noticeably not shopping. Bummer... the hunt gets "shut down." But we have a least an hour before we run out of time. So.... I get creative and fills some time.
I am leading a group of three high school guys. So what do guys like? Food. What haven't we had? Dinner. Hmm... Problem: No more hunt. Solution: Five Guys. I take my group of guys to get burgers in the food court.
We are sitting eating our burgers in the food court and we talked, but the guys were eventually staring at the ceiling. (Well, not just the ceiling.... thankfully. Maybe.) They were looking at these pairs of 42 inch TV's hanging around the food court (at least 8 pairs... I could describe it more, but I will let them tell you who they are). While I would love to embed the video, I will just let you follow the link to get the full multimedia impression. Then come back.... really.
Distractions from the Sky
So Akoo is so advanced it monitors ambient crowd noise to adjust volume for "maximum impact." Is it just me, or is this a nice way of saying, "We are going to intrude into your conversation to hold your attention." I mean, that is what it does, right?
One by one the guys slowly were fixated on the glowing distractions hanging from the ceilings like bugs to a zapper.
I have a hard enough time staying focused on conversations and meaningfully interacting with people normally. Now throw a bunch of people around me with lots of colorful bags, clothes and their conversations competing for my attention. Throw in some music, and I am in trouble. A TV and the conversation might be headed to cardiac arrest. Now have the TV's paired with different programing on each, with music that is designed to turn up and down (depending on how much you are trying to drown it out and be a decent friend/acquaintance/human being), and it is clear that there is a conspiracy afoot. Well, that would imply something hidden.
This is not hidden.
They say they are designed for "maximum impact."
More like maximum distraction.
So, this conspiracy is nothing new. I struggled (struggle) with not letting my iPhone dictate lulls in conversation. But it goes to something deeper.
In Hebrews the writer seems to be speaking to a people that has become distracted. Some words stick out to me. "Therefore we must pay much closer attention to what we have heard, lest we drift away from it" (2:1). "But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called 'today,' that none of you be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin" (3:13). "About this we have much to say, and it is hard to explain, since you have become dull of hearing [...] But solid food it for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil" (5:11, 14). I really can go on, but these are enough examples from Hebrews.
I am not calling Akoo evil. Maybe. I am definitely not saying that Akoo was what the author had in mind with the original audience/context. I am saying the TVs designed to distract me and the guys were distracting us, at times quite literally, from solid food. I mean, who wants to NOT enjoy Five Guys? In the end, those TV's are designed to stir up desires. Desires to text in songs. Desires to judge the artists and their messages (well maybe not that). Desires to obtain new stuff. And in the process I am missing out on the goodness of a REAL meal and the goodness of three REAL guys God placed right in front of me. If I am not careful, I could be left alone staring at a screen. A room full of people with no meaningful contact... staring at screens. Does anything sound like the deceitfulness of sin here? (Isaiah 55 anyone?)
The cool thing about Hebrews is that the author constantly reminds the people where to place their attention: "Therefore since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses [NOT TVs], let us also lay aside every weight, and the sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race set out before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith..."(12:1-2a ESV). The NIV says, "let us fix our eyes on Jesus."
I want real food. Not empty distractions that always stir up idle desires and never satisfy. I can and do enjoy music and laughing at videos, but this is just a caution. It is easy to let phones and TVs run conversations instead of people (how odd is it to have typed that?). Consider this me exhorting you "while it is still called 'today'" to fix your eyes on Jesus, enjoy your burgers, and interact with the people God has placed in your life.
In the end, I don't want a tease. I want the real thing. Real food. Real people. Real satisfaction. Real relationship with Jesus. I don't want programed distractions. I am bad enough on my own.
Anywho, excuse me, I need to text in my favorite video...
(just kidding)
12.10.2009
11.19.2009
10.26.2009
“ I am a child of unbelief and doubt even now and (as I well know) I shall be to the grave. What fearful suffering this desire to believe has caused me and still causes me as it increases in strength in my soul as the contrary proofs multiply! However, God sends me at times many minutes during which I am entirely at peace… and during such minutes I have composed for myself a confession of faith… this is it: to believe that there is nothing more beautiful, more profound, more sympathetic, more reasonable, more manly and perfect than Christ, and not only nothing like Him exists but I say with jealous love, that it even cannot exist. And even more: If someone were to prove to me that Christ is not the truth, I would rather remain with Christ than with the truth.”
-Dostoevsky letter to the woman who gave him a NT on the way to prison in Siberia. (Overman,127)
I heard this quote first from a dear Russian friend of mine. He said that I needed to understand that he was a child of his generation and that this rang true for him. As we read in the pages of the Fabric of Faithfulness about a faithful, unified worldview that stands the test of time, a bit of sadness rose up in me. Maybe more a longing. I would love to cast judgment on many of the characters. The more I tried the more frustrated I became. While I can see some in our program have a solid fairly unified worldview that will take them far, I have seen mine shaken when I least wanted it to be and when I most needed a solid one.
Much of my time might be spent subconsciously avoiding such truths. I have been tired staring into the darkness of my desires and the consequences of their fruition. Suffice it to say that in many ways my heart has been jaded. I have longed for the breath of fresh air. A good man is truly hard to find.
And I guess that is some of the ridiculousness, in the actual “worthy of ridicule” way, of this train of thought. It ends up and a Cartesian mess. I become the universe and the universe is me. When I fail, then it falls a part. Right to do all, egoism that fails or mechanical propositions that lead one to deny them to be fully human become more reality than Russian novels.
Remember your creator… it sticks out solidly, “It is not too late for your salvation, but too late to serve as the presence of God in the midst of His creation.” I have lived in a world of self-imposed perfection, partially due to lack of correction, but mainly due to fear. As a child of my generation, I find Christ almost too good to be true, but a life without too empty for the embrace of the alternative.
This is where Christ is so necessary and I am so desperate. This is where I desire to experience the reality, but not the pain, of death so that I may be hidden with Christ in God. To be alive with His eyes to see the suffering around me, but to have the salve of His Salvation and Grace to ease and comfort. For miracles and healings and hope to be seen so that this doubt can be banished finally. Because too often and of late it is the question: why? Why do I do what I don’t want to do and that which I do I don’t? Truly what can save me from this fragmentation as the kid good enough to be passed by without aid and not bad enough to require repair? What can be my portion and render the broken new? Thanks be to Jesus Christ our Lord.
Yes, things that are complex will become simple and the simple complex as time passes and the diapers come off. Yet, if there is a jealous love that remains, then the integrity of that solid frame can survive. And if He makes all things new, then into grace I can fall. These thoughts are really slightly embarrassing as the though naked I am exposed as who I am before you. Our view of man is something that I have had to rethink. I was such an optimist. Maybe functionally a closet humanist. Now I am left with the deflation and rest of fallen people in a fallen world in need of a Savior now and evermore. So here’s to Russians, their long winters, and their even longer books. And here’s to the rest of a coherent worldview and the frustration of realizing places I haven’t functionally had one and the growth that comes from it from the hand of the One who can restore the years the locust have eaten.
-Dostoevsky letter to the woman who gave him a NT on the way to prison in Siberia. (Overman,127)
I heard this quote first from a dear Russian friend of mine. He said that I needed to understand that he was a child of his generation and that this rang true for him. As we read in the pages of the Fabric of Faithfulness about a faithful, unified worldview that stands the test of time, a bit of sadness rose up in me. Maybe more a longing. I would love to cast judgment on many of the characters. The more I tried the more frustrated I became. While I can see some in our program have a solid fairly unified worldview that will take them far, I have seen mine shaken when I least wanted it to be and when I most needed a solid one.
Much of my time might be spent subconsciously avoiding such truths. I have been tired staring into the darkness of my desires and the consequences of their fruition. Suffice it to say that in many ways my heart has been jaded. I have longed for the breath of fresh air. A good man is truly hard to find.
And I guess that is some of the ridiculousness, in the actual “worthy of ridicule” way, of this train of thought. It ends up and a Cartesian mess. I become the universe and the universe is me. When I fail, then it falls a part. Right to do all, egoism that fails or mechanical propositions that lead one to deny them to be fully human become more reality than Russian novels.
Remember your creator… it sticks out solidly, “It is not too late for your salvation, but too late to serve as the presence of God in the midst of His creation.” I have lived in a world of self-imposed perfection, partially due to lack of correction, but mainly due to fear. As a child of my generation, I find Christ almost too good to be true, but a life without too empty for the embrace of the alternative.
This is where Christ is so necessary and I am so desperate. This is where I desire to experience the reality, but not the pain, of death so that I may be hidden with Christ in God. To be alive with His eyes to see the suffering around me, but to have the salve of His Salvation and Grace to ease and comfort. For miracles and healings and hope to be seen so that this doubt can be banished finally. Because too often and of late it is the question: why? Why do I do what I don’t want to do and that which I do I don’t? Truly what can save me from this fragmentation as the kid good enough to be passed by without aid and not bad enough to require repair? What can be my portion and render the broken new? Thanks be to Jesus Christ our Lord.
Yes, things that are complex will become simple and the simple complex as time passes and the diapers come off. Yet, if there is a jealous love that remains, then the integrity of that solid frame can survive. And if He makes all things new, then into grace I can fall. These thoughts are really slightly embarrassing as the though naked I am exposed as who I am before you. Our view of man is something that I have had to rethink. I was such an optimist. Maybe functionally a closet humanist. Now I am left with the deflation and rest of fallen people in a fallen world in need of a Savior now and evermore. So here’s to Russians, their long winters, and their even longer books. And here’s to the rest of a coherent worldview and the frustration of realizing places I haven’t functionally had one and the growth that comes from it from the hand of the One who can restore the years the locust have eaten.
9.23.2009
doors closing... please stand back
Steel cages
faces that flash to fade
Bodies that strain to evade
So close acting far away
better recant any semblance or way for...
C
o
n
t
a
c
t
ignore basic interactions
the very substance of reactions too perfectly natural
Too perfectly mechanical
Too perfectly contrived to believe it as anything other then what it is...
Suppress and push back the instinct
Hide behind word and glaze over it with notes
Beauty to stay
hidden behind cold grim faces
Acknowledgment denied to hold a space in
Steel cages
Because sunlight is only a stop away
faces that flash to fade
Bodies that strain to evade
So close acting far away
better recant any semblance or way for...
C
o
n
t
a
c
t
ignore basic interactions
the very substance of reactions too perfectly natural
Too perfectly mechanical
Too perfectly contrived to believe it as anything other then what it is...
Suppress and push back the instinct
Hide behind word and glaze over it with notes
Beauty to stay
hidden behind cold grim faces
Acknowledgment denied to hold a space in
Steel cages
Because sunlight is only a stop away
7.28.2009
Stages of a moon...
When it doesn't hurt anymore.
That is what was said.
That is when.
Pixels of truth
curiosity waxes into
dissatisfaction which wanes into sadness...
Find rest O my soul
Seek it!
Why the urge to drink from tepid pools
that rise and fall and poison like mercury?
When the truth hits home... it's what I always knew.
Words that denied Fact
that proved lies
told and almost believed
almost
but for Truth
Why drink?
Why?
Find rest my soul in God alone.
A command
A telling
a refusing to listen to a lie which will never curb that longing
"Wait for the Lord;
Be strong and take heart
and wait on the Lord."
Praise the Lord
A command against unwilling
A do to bind a won't
For He knows that we are but dust...
Dust with unveiled faces.
It burns, that light, but where else?
"To whom shall we go?
You have the words of eternal life."
"For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation"
That is what was said.
That is when.
Pixels of truth
curiosity waxes into
dissatisfaction which wanes into sadness...
Find rest O my soul
Seek it!
Why the urge to drink from tepid pools
that rise and fall and poison like mercury?
When the truth hits home... it's what I always knew.
Words that denied Fact
that proved lies
told and almost believed
almost
but for Truth
Why drink?
Why?
Find rest my soul in God alone.
A command
A telling
a refusing to listen to a lie which will never curb that longing
"Wait for the Lord;
Be strong and take heart
and wait on the Lord."
Praise the Lord
A command against unwilling
A do to bind a won't
For He knows that we are but dust...
Dust with unveiled faces.
It burns, that light, but where else?
"To whom shall we go?
You have the words of eternal life."
"For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation"
6.15.2009
To choose to hang on to the good.
Such a fight. A challenge.
I choose it these days.
I told a friend of how I asked last night. All I could do was laugh and smile about it. So much affection. Sure there is pain, but it wasn't present then. The Lord has a way of rescuing me from my memories. I turn in on myself pretty easily. I get lost. I lose grip and let it slip away...
I mourned with another friend last night as well.
It brought up pain this morning. The delayed realization and re-exploration of a wound. Test it. Probe it. Feel the scar. The nerves have memory and respond as they should although they were severed. Oh the beauty of reconciliation! Oh the pain when what I desire in that has less and more to do with me than I would wish.
My sin is ever before me...
When I close my eyes.
But there is something that must overshadow it, or despair will call me back into its hold and slide my joy into the pit. I will fall back into a garden after an act that severed so much. Separated from source. From good. From Origin.
So beautifully deceptive. Elegantly crafted repackaging of the same old questions:
"Can you really trust that? Are you sure that is actually true?"
It is such a humbling task to remember. To remember the good. To remember my culpability. To remember the resulting despair. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, to remember a Savior and His work. Remember...
FIX YOUR EYES. "Get over yourself and actually live for others." That must be the reoccurring cry. Live in His freedom. My actions don't save, but His did and I must react to them. I must react and remember...
Such a fight. A challenge.
I choose it these days.
I told a friend of how I asked last night. All I could do was laugh and smile about it. So much affection. Sure there is pain, but it wasn't present then. The Lord has a way of rescuing me from my memories. I turn in on myself pretty easily. I get lost. I lose grip and let it slip away...
I mourned with another friend last night as well.
It brought up pain this morning. The delayed realization and re-exploration of a wound. Test it. Probe it. Feel the scar. The nerves have memory and respond as they should although they were severed. Oh the beauty of reconciliation! Oh the pain when what I desire in that has less and more to do with me than I would wish.
My sin is ever before me...
When I close my eyes.
But there is something that must overshadow it, or despair will call me back into its hold and slide my joy into the pit. I will fall back into a garden after an act that severed so much. Separated from source. From good. From Origin.
So beautifully deceptive. Elegantly crafted repackaging of the same old questions:
"Can you really trust that? Are you sure that is actually true?"
It is such a humbling task to remember. To remember the good. To remember my culpability. To remember the resulting despair. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, to remember a Savior and His work. Remember...
FIX YOUR EYES. "Get over yourself and actually live for others." That must be the reoccurring cry. Live in His freedom. My actions don't save, but His did and I must react to them. I must react and remember...
5.22.2009
5.09.2009
Finally...
I told them all today. Finally. It is real. Not a dream. It will be hard. So much change. So much new. And I have so much to finish. But things worth it have a price. A sacrifice. And with it comes the glory of new freedoms. And restraints. And stretching in ways I'll never have seen before I jumped in. But that's life...
3.23.2009
Bricks...
I got hit with a brick. Literally. My boss, who is like a brother to me, well, we were on a fun run (jumping on rocks through creeks, climbing walls, running on/over downed trees on our property) and we toss rocks/logs back and forth to work our upper body at the same time. Really, it is "grown-up" play-time while getting a hard cardio workout at the same time. Kids have it right. Get out in the woods and run hard and laugh hard. For us it generally involves a lot of laughing and is humorous to watch other people. I had a particularly hard time jumping a wall/sign. Well, Dailey, which is his name, tossed a brick, because that is what we were tossing at the time, to me, at the same moment that I stumbled over a rock. I caught the brick, but not quite soon enough. It had enough momentum to hit me in the teeth as well. Kinda funny huh? I will say, that I stopped for a minute, spit out the tiny chips of enamel and finished the run. Gotta man up, you know? Can't let a brick stop you.
Conclusion: Apparently, I can't play dodge ball, because I can't dodge a brick. "If you can't dodge a brick, you can't dodge a ball."
Conclusion: Apparently, I can't play dodge ball, because I can't dodge a brick. "If you can't dodge a brick, you can't dodge a ball."
3.04.2009
Greg Laswell
Who would've ever known it could be this easy
Oh, I was a long, long way off
And just like that it's over
Everything that I knew of love
I was a long, long way off
And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song
Thank you for opening the window
The sky is clear as my mind is now
I was a long, long way off
Join me in welcoming the sun in
It's much brighter than the night I hid in
I was a long, long way off
And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song
From a long way down
Yeah, it's well worth the time that it's taken to get here now
Yeah, it's well worth the time that it's taken to get here now
So go ahead and bang a gong
Nothing can drown out the sound of the whisper of my love
And I think I like how the day sounds through this new song
And the lines have all been drawn
I know where I belong, where I belong
Oh, won't you sing along?
Oh my love, won't you sing along?
Oh, I was a long, long way off
And just like that it's over
Everything that I knew of love
I was a long, long way off
And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song
Thank you for opening the window
The sky is clear as my mind is now
I was a long, long way off
Join me in welcoming the sun in
It's much brighter than the night I hid in
I was a long, long way off
And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song
From a long way down
Yeah, it's well worth the time that it's taken to get here now
Yeah, it's well worth the time that it's taken to get here now
So go ahead and bang a gong
Nothing can drown out the sound of the whisper of my love
And I think I like how the day sounds through this new song
And the lines have all been drawn
I know where I belong, where I belong
Oh, won't you sing along?
Oh my love, won't you sing along?
3.03.2009
A quote to think about...
"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."
It's funny when I allow passion for life/God be stollen from me, as though it is someone else's doing. Now I am begining to feel again and be purposeful about it. Try things I never had, and more forward in passion...
Another thought:
I realized that If a perfect God forgives me for what I can't seem to forgive myself, who am I not to live in His forgiveness? To hang on would mean that I downplay the character (specifically: Righteousness, Holiness, Justice, Mercy... well, the list goes on) of God and then claim my past as more important than what is immediately before me.
BE HERE NOW.
It's funny when I allow passion for life/God be stollen from me, as though it is someone else's doing. Now I am begining to feel again and be purposeful about it. Try things I never had, and more forward in passion...
Another thought:
I realized that If a perfect God forgives me for what I can't seem to forgive myself, who am I not to live in His forgiveness? To hang on would mean that I downplay the character (specifically: Righteousness, Holiness, Justice, Mercy... well, the list goes on) of God and then claim my past as more important than what is immediately before me.
BE HERE NOW.
1.11.2009
The End... Is a process.
I am now at the place where I desire the best
And for her to have a future
I wasn't there for a long time
And I won't be there to come...
"So when God casts us down, we must be content to lie til God bids us to stand up, and God's Spirit enters us to enable us to stand up."
J. Burroughs "The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment"
And for her to have a future
I wasn't there for a long time
And I won't be there to come...
"So when God casts us down, we must be content to lie til God bids us to stand up, and God's Spirit enters us to enable us to stand up."
J. Burroughs "The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment"
9.17.2008
9.12.2008
In this world of news, I've found nothing new
I've found nothing pure
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed
As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our skies tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired
Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes
All of my world hanging on your love
Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart
Train the monkeys on my back to fight
Let it start tonight
When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground
Falling down like broken satellites
Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your skies
All that i am hanging on, all of my world resting on your love
-jon foreman
Psalm 121
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
I've found nothing pure
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed
As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our skies tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired
Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes
All of my world hanging on your love
Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart
Train the monkeys on my back to fight
Let it start tonight
When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground
Falling down like broken satellites
Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your skies
All that i am hanging on, all of my world resting on your love
-jon foreman
Psalm 121
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
9.04.2008
8.16.2008
It arrives
Come thou long expected number
a date
a life to be
it arrives
and drives home the realization
my time has not yet come
two hearts cleaved
I do
not see the expected number
one
drift into a new morning
slip into a new dream
a future
tethered no longer
bound to You
Free and clearly looking for the next step...
Just a breeze to clear the fog would set my heart at rest, Father.
At rest.
a date
a life to be
it arrives
and drives home the realization
my time has not yet come
two hearts cleaved
I do
not see the expected number
one
drift into a new morning
slip into a new dream
a future
tethered no longer
bound to You
Free and clearly looking for the next step...
Just a breeze to clear the fog would set my heart at rest, Father.
At rest.
8.15.2008
Ampersand
dates and symbols
special days used to evade
and now
still
stoic
monuments
another twenty-four hours
a mockery a moment and a dream
An ampersand
stands
alone
Without a purpose
Without the pair to link
And kayaking was wonderful. I know. I can't leave it on a downer. I found a new hobby and am fairly decent at it. Farewell paycheck... It has been the first really joy-filled hours in which I have lost myself, pushed myself, and ironically not thought about myself in a couple months. Thank God for water and plastic and friends to enjoy them with and helmets. Geez Heather....
"Now I want you to know, brothers, what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel.' And to that cling. He redeems our mess and brings us to Himself. Hope. Hope. Hope. "Lord, please take me to the place where our dreams are set in stone."
special days used to evade
and now
still
stoic
monuments
another twenty-four hours
a mockery a moment and a dream
An ampersand
stands
alone
Without a purpose
Without the pair to link
And kayaking was wonderful. I know. I can't leave it on a downer. I found a new hobby and am fairly decent at it. Farewell paycheck... It has been the first really joy-filled hours in which I have lost myself, pushed myself, and ironically not thought about myself in a couple months. Thank God for water and plastic and friends to enjoy them with and helmets. Geez Heather....
"Now I want you to know, brothers, what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel.' And to that cling. He redeems our mess and brings us to Himself. Hope. Hope. Hope. "Lord, please take me to the place where our dreams are set in stone."
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